“That was what I’ve been wanting to do all night.” He takes my bottom lip between his and sucks gently as he pulls me into the suite.
He leaves me standing in the middle of the room. I kick off my shoes and let my eyes follow him as he enters the kitchen and pours a glass of wine. He puts it in my hand and smirks down at me.
“I’m going to shower.” Aaron backs out of the main room into our bedroom and pauses by the door. “Before I do something crazy.”
Something crazy? As opposed to dragging me around the world and kissing the ever-loving shit out of me at every opportunity?
Do we have different definitions of the word?
The sound of the shower running reaches my ears, and I slowly bring my gaze up. Something crazy. He wants something crazy?
I’ll give him f**king crazy.
Chapter Ten
I place the glass on the kitchen side and follow his footsteps. My dress falls from my body as I undo the zipper, and I slink out of my underwear, leaving a trail across the floor to the bathroom.
Without thinking, I push open the door. The glass surrounding the shower is steamed, but not enough to keep Aaron hidden from sight. I drink him in greedily.
Broad shoulders. Toned biceps. Washboard abs. Tight ass.
It’s the same body I remember but so different. It’s older. More mature. More confident, defined, powerful.
I pull open the shower door and he jolts. “Dayton? What are you doing?”
“Shh.” The door clicks shut and I hold a finger to his lips. “Don’t ask me questions I can’t answer.”
I curl my hand around his neck and pull his face to mine. His hands slip over my body at the touch of our lips. They move slowly, exploring every inch of me and caressing like he’s committing it to memory in case it never happens again. Each touch becomes more frantic, more urgent, and I feel his c**k get hard against my thigh.
I slide my hand between us and wrap my fingers around his hardening length. Slowly, I stroke him, feeling him get harder and harder with every movement of my fingers.
“What are you… Ah—”
“I told you to shh.”
I squeeze his c**k lightly and step back. My lips travel from his jaw and down his neck, following the path of the water running in rivulets down his body. His stomach tenses beneath my kisses as I touch my mouth to each of the muscles there.
My tongue tastes his skin as I trace it along the V muscle, stopping an inch above his bulging erection.
“Dayton,” he grinds out.
I look up into heavy-lidded, dangerously dark, seductive eyes. Shivers course through my body at the intensity in his gaze despite the heat of the water, and when his jaw tics, my lips twitch in response. He clenches his hands into fists at his sides when I drop to my knees and kiss the base of his cock, my eyes still on his.
“Fuck.” The word leaves him in a tortured hiss, his restraint obvious.
I relish the small rush of power that flows over me from knowing that I’m affecting him this way. Knowing that I’m affecting him so much that he closes his eyes as my lips travel up the length of his shaft delights me. The realization is instantaneous—right here, right now, I’m completely in control. I have control in a way I haven’t for two weeks, and I’m going to make the most of every second Aaron Stone is at my mercy.
I swirl my tongue around the end of his c**k and lick away the tiny bit of pr**cum that escapes. My fingers are wrapped around the base of him, and I run my tongue along his length several times, teasing him, delighting in more heavy breathing from him. I take him fully into my mouth and he growls my name in his throat—a raw, primal sound that rests and settles inside my already-wet pu**y.
His hand fists my hair as I grip his hip and pull him deeper into me. My cheeks hollow as I give one long, slow, hard suck that makes him groan loudly. I control my smile and suck again, this time faster, moving my head and flicking my tongue around him. He tightens his grip on my hair and tugs a little, making my scalp sting. I gasp at the sharp, unexpected feeling and wrap my fingers around him tighter.
My hand moves with my mouth. Covering all of him. Milking all of him. Playing all of him. He’s big and he’s beautiful, and the tiny drops of cum falling from the end of his c**k coat my tongue and throat as I swallow them down.
“Fuck, Dayton.” My name is a heavy, deep groan. He reaches down and takes my hand from him. “All of it. With your mouth. I want every last bit of my c**k in your mouth.”
His words make my pu**y clench. I relax my throat and push forward until my lips wrap the base of his cock. I suck extra hard as I pull back, and my tongue has no sooner touched his head than he’s pushing me back down. I slide my hand from his hip to his ass and smack it lightly.
“I’m in charge here, Mr. Stone. Not you.” I link our fingers, both hands, and hold them to the sides.
“Jesus.” He breathes heavily, and I can tell he’s close. His c**k is harder and swelling, and a small bit of cum spurts from him.
“Come for me, Aaron,” I murmur, my lips brushing against the end of his cock. “Hard.”
He does. My lips wrap around him and he comes instantly, hot spurts hitting the back of my throat. I suck him until he’s dry, swallowing every drop and savoring the rich taste of him.
He pulls me up and against him harshly. His lips take mine roughly, slowly tapering off to softer, tenderer kisses.
“Fucking hell, Dayton,” he whispers, cupping the back of my head. “I was wrong earlier. You in that dress isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s you on your knees in front of me with your red lips wrapped around my cock.”
I smile against him. “You wanted to do something crazy.”
“Mmm. I like your crazy.” He slips a hand down to my pu**y and runs a finger along it. “You’re wet, gorgeous. Is that for me?”
My lips part and I nod. Crap.
“From sucking my cock?”
“Uh-huh.”
He slides two fingers inside me easily. “So very wet.” He kisses along my jaw. “And you still resist me. Why, Dayton? Wouldn’t you rather this be my c**k inside you right now?”
He brushes my clit with his thumb. Holy…
“Wouldn’t you rather I be holding you against this shower door and sinking deep into you? Fucking you hard and fast?”
I drop my head to his shoulder and part my legs slightly, breathing more heavily than a moment ago.
“It’s tempting. I could pin you against this wall right now and f**k you until you scream my name. Or I could hold you there and lick every last bit of your wetness up with my tongue. How about that?”