overtook you. Maybe
you're nothing more than a selfish, manipulative
asshole."
I sucked another breath in, surprised
that I could, but the words didn't want to stop once they started.
I'd spent every minute from my dad's call until that second with
Aiden's big body bearing down on me pondering why he had
lied.
"I'd like to think it really was that
the moment overtook you or you were trying to help me in a
misguided, fucked up way, and, hey, it worked. I went on two dates,
I'll go on more--"
Aiden stopped me for a heartbeat with
a growl that went straight to my pussy. I shook my head, denying
the power he had over me.
"I'll go on more," I repeated. "But
why you did it, I don't care."
I stopped talking and started panting,
too much adrenaline coursing through my body for me to
control.
"Selfish?"
I heard the lock on the door engage
and then he stroked the back of his fingers against my cheek. My
pulse rate tripled and I started to shake.
"Manipulative…" His other hand lightly
covered my hip as he continued to batter me with his deep, taunting
voice. "Someone who gets what he wants…"
The words curled warm and moist
against my neck as Aiden lowered his head. His fingers moved down
to my throat in a soft caress.
"Aiden--" I couldn't say anything more
than his name. My throat constricted too tightly and I couldn't
stop shaking. I wanted to leave, but I wanted him to keep touching
me. I'd spent weeks and all of the prior night fantasizing about
him touching me again.
The pressure of his body against the
shield of my arms slowly increased until I dropped my hands to my
side and let his broad chest crush against my breasts. He continued
stroking my throat and my hip, his mouth leisurely tracking toward
mine.
"What I want," he started, a rough
edge to his words. "Is you, fucking me one last time. We'll make it
our good-bye, little girl."
A sob left me, but I didn't tell him
no, didn't push at him. Tears streaming down my face, I let him
lead me to the bed and undress me, my eyes shut the entire time. I
heard his clothes fall to the floor then felt the slight give of
the mattress as he climbed onto the bed. His body resting alongside
mine, he stroked my cheek again.
"Your keys are in the top left dresser
drawer if you want to leave."
I licked my lips once as I fought to
bring the tremors running through down to the level of a small
quake. I was wet, aching -- didn't want to leave before I felt him
inside me one last time. That would finish it for me, knowing he
could fuck me at a time like this when he had been
exposed.
Aiden didn't offer to let me leave
again. He kissed his way down my side, stopping for a few,
delicious moments to suckle my breasts while his hand worked to
ensure that my pussy was drenched and ready for him. When he had me
so wet my arousal leaked onto the mattress, he pushed my thighs
apart and settled his face between them.
I continued to keep my eyes shut, wet
moans exploding from me as he grasped my labia to thumb and lick me
until I squirmed and my hands reached down for him. He shook them
away, not allowing me to stroke his hair or knot my fingers in
it.
How could he do this? How could he
suckle at my clit as if he worshipped the damn thing but not let me
touch him, not offer the barest excuse for what he'd done with
Pamela? I tried to get angry, bashed my thoughts against the facts
over and over, but his sweet kisses and soft touch persistently
erased the anger like gently lapping waves erode the
beach.
Crying his name, I came.
He rolled from me and I could tell by
the way the mattress dented that he was sitting up. I kept my eyes
closed, my lips growing raw from my biting at them as I waited for
him to roll on a condom or tell me to leave.
He did neither, just placed my clothes
on the bed and went into the bathroom while I dressed and
left.
********************
Daddy had his surgery the following
week. I knew I would have to visit soon. I didn't want to talk to
either of my parents.
Patria L. Dunn (Patria Dunn-Rowe)
Glynnis Campbell, Sarah McKerrigan