Drowning

Chapter Forty-Seven

Aiden wanted to carry me up to the apartment but I set my ground and didn't let him. Carrying me once today or ever, really is already enough. I knew we were spending the night together, but I thought we were going to my apartment not his. I didn't complain as he had his hand on my back leading me to his door, or when he lead me to his bed, or when he undressed me, putting one of his big shirts on me, or when he undressed for me changing the incredibly fitted black suit he had on with a pair of joggers, but I did complain when he broke the intense kiss we had going and walked out of the room bringing a book back. Don't get me wrong I love reading but there's a place and time for everything, and that time is certainly not now.

"Are you really choosing a book over sex? I think I have underestimated the male species for the first time in my life," I'm definitely aroused from just a few minutes ago, I had him pressed on top of me, his mouth devouring mine.

Aiden grabs my hand, kissing my palm before he glides it down his toned chest, his abs, towards his crotch. He slips my hand beneath his pants, while he intensely looks at me, guiding my hand directly towards his semi-hard shaft.

"I very much want you, Valentina," his eyes set on mine as I wrap my fingers on his length, a sound gets caught up in his throat, and I smirk at his reaction of simply me touching him. "But you're tired, so we're going to read, until we both fall asleep," He grabs my wrist, trying to have me let go of him, but my grip only tightens and he lets out a groan full of pleasure. It was his idea to put my hand on his cock, he can't blame me for this.

"What gave you this idea that I was tired?" I say moving to sit on my knees between his legs.

"I don't know, you telling me? Is that evidence enough for you? Or maybe the tired look in your eyes, the way you were leaning on my hand when I was walking with you to the apartment. You think no one can see how tired you are Sky, maybe they can't, but I can. And I'm not going to fuck you, when you're tired because I'm a greedy son of a bitch who wants your undived and full attention when I have my cock inside you," I smirk at his response leaning in to hover infront of his lips. He sets his hand beneath my shirt, pressing his fingers hard against my hips, which only makes the throb between my legs pulse harder.

"You may not know this, but I'm telling you now," I move my hand towards the base of his hard shaft and he tenses, "You always have my undivided attention," I make the first painfully slow stroke, and Aiden grunts, "You're the man that I look for when I walk into a room," Stroke, "The man whose gorgeous green eyes I can't stop looking at," Stroke, "The man who I think about when I'm working," Stroke, "cooking," Stroke, "reading," Stroke, "We may have only been dating for a day, Black," Stroke, "But when you're in the room, my attention has always been solely yours," Stroke.

Aiden shifts beneath me, reminding me of my own greediness, the spot between my legs screaming for some friction. But I forget about it as I see Aiden's eyes full of lust, knowing I'm in control. I unwrap my hand from him and slip it away from his pants. His hard gaze on me as I guided it to my mouth, sucking all the pre-cum there is to it, I made sure I was going slow enough not to let him cum.

"But I understand if you don't want to do anything tonight," I backed away, with a smirk and moved to lay beside him on the bed, but Aiden's hand pressed even harder on my hips, not allowing me to move.

"Grab it," Aiden says, his voice hoarse. Which only makes my grin wilder.

"Stop being smug, and grab my fucking cock, Sky," I do as he commands and lower his pants before grabbing the base of his shaft between my fingers but don't move.

"Stroke," he orders, but this time I don't comply. I'm not letting him get it so easily. His green eyes turn darker, and he starts smirking, I can feel all the advantages I had slip away. "You're a tease, you know that," he starts, moving me forward. "I was trying to be nice," He trails one hand from my hip towards my thigh, "A gentleman," he's hand pressing on my inner thigh and I suck a breath, "But now, I don't want to be as nice," He says before pushing my panties to the side and slamming his fingers inside me. Fuck.

A moan escapes my lips, wanting more from him. He's not moving and neither am I, he's challenging me. He wants to see me lose control first.

"I never asked you to be nice," I say moving towards his ear. We're both too stubborn to make the first move even though we both want to, his fingers feeling my wetness as I feel him hardening more on my hand. I need to figure out a way so that we both give in, together.

With my free hand, I comb my fingers through his thick hair, it's always so slick and smooth even without product. He grabs the nape of my neck pushing me towards him, as he kisses me and both start stroking.

He grunts and I moan, as I rub up and down his shaft and he reaches my clit. Fuck. We both stroke rhythmically as we ride together into oblivion.

I'm so close when Black whispers in my ear, "Obey me for once and cum for me, Sky," his words enough for a wave of pleasure to soar through me. Seconds later Black comes in my hand, spilling himself all over me.

Aiden takes his hand to his mouth sucking all my juices before he kisses me hard again, making me taste myself in him. He flips us so he's pressed on top of me. He lifts a little, making enough space so that I can discard my shirt. His hands on each side of my head as his eyes trail my body from the top of my head lingering on my chest to the spot between my thighs. "Beautiful," he mutters before, taking me into his mouth again.

He stands from the bed breaking his mouth from mine, lifting me towards him. I wrap my legs on his waist, my bare chest pressed against his. He starts making a trail from the base of my neck to my erect nipple and I throw my head back with a moan.

He walks us to the bathroom. Turning on the shower and ditching his pants before stepping inside the scolding hot water. I don't care about the burning, not really thinking, as Aiden presses me against the tiles of his dark shower, his intense gaze on me. As if he wants to do so many things to me, he doesn't even know where to start, so I smirk at him. Seeing a man so confident and how conflicted I make him amuses me. I grab the shampoo from beside me and squirt a bit onto my hand.

"So, this is what makes your hair so silky," I say as a start to massage his scalp. He groans clearly, enjoying it.

I continue and he latches on my neck again, and I arch my back against the tiles pushing our bodies even closer together. I grab the back of his neck forcing him to kiss me. And once again, we fight for dominance as we wash ourselves, and release all our pent up pressure with pleasure.