I wasn’t sure how long she rode me. I’d let her do it all day if I thought we had time. But we didn’t have all the time in the world, and besides, the pressure in my cock was swiftly growing too much to bear. I needed to come and soon. No matter how much I was enjoying watching Aria fuck me, watching her work her indescribably gorgeous almost virgin body up and down my cock, I had to take control.
I sat up, wrapping my arms around her and holding her close. She clung to me, kissing my neck and left shoulder, her breath quick and hot against my skin. I could feel her tensing around me again.
She moaned softly, right in my ear, as I thrust up into her, and the sound of her so lost to pleasure was all I needed to tip me over the edge. With one final movement to bury myself entirely inside of her, I came, letting out a long, guttural groan as I bottomed out in her tight pussy. Right after me, she came again, and I moved my head to press my lips against hers, kissing her as we both came, our bodies in perfect harmony.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, before we slowly unfurled from each other. She laid down on the bed. I disposed of the condom and then joined her, tracing my fingers over her beautifully bare skin.
“So.” She turned to me with a smile after a few seconds of silence. “Tell me exactly when we get to do that again?”
Chapter Sixteen
Aria
My dreams were full and deep that night, the kind that stayed in the back of my head long after I’d woken up. He had his arms wrapped around me, and I woke up a few times, thanks to the unfamiliar heat of our bodies, but I didn’t want to pull away from him. If anything, I wanted to nestle closer and bring him into me in ways I hadn’t before.
When I finally woke up for good, the sun was low in the sky, telling me it was still early in the morning. I smiled blearily, twisting around so I could look at Elliott. He looked so peaceful when he slept. It was the first time we’d shared a bed, the first time we’d woken up together, and I loved every second of it.
But then, like the waves crashing onto the beach, my head filled with panic as I realized I stayed overnight. I didn’t mean to. I should’ve gone home by now, should’ve headed down to the beach house and come up with a decent cover for where I’d been. But I didn’t. I sat up in bed, raking my fingers through my hair and grabbed my phone.
“What’s wrong?” Elliott asked, frowning as he lifted his head from the pillow. He reached over to run a comforting hand up my bare back, and I forgot my panic entirely. I wanted nothing more than to lean into him, let him tempt me back to bed, and see where we could take this morning. But I already listened enough to my instincts, and now, I needed to take care of the real world pressing into my life.
A dozen messages were in my voicemail and even more texts, all of them from Dad. I sprang to my feet and began to pace back and forth across the floor as I read them. How could a place as idyllic as this be causing me this much stress? Why hadn’t I thought to just leave last night, before anyone got too suspicious about where I was?
It was nine thirty, and Dad had been texting me all night long. I shook my head as I scrolled through the messages. Then, I reached one that made me come to a stop.
“If I don’t hear from you by ten this morning, I’m calling the cops and telling them he kidnapped you.”
“Motherfucker,” I muttered to myself, fumbling to pull my father’s number up on my phone and holding it to my ear.
“What?” Elliott asked, but I held up a hand, a request for him to stay quiet. The last thing I needed right now was for Dad to hear his voice on my end of the phone and get proof of what he already expected.
Dad answered the phone after only a couple of rings, and even though I was a grown adult, fully capable of defending myself and making my own decisions, the sound of his furious voice down the line was enough to make something curl up and curdle in my stomach.
“Where the fuck are you?” he exploded, loud enough that Elliott’s eyes widened, and I realized he could hear Dad on the phone.
“I’m staying with some friends,” I said, trying to sound exasperated, but knowing I sounded more like I was terrified. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, Dad. Seriously. I told Claude they were picking me up after my appointment. He must have forgotten.”
“He wouldn’t forget a thing like that,” he snapped back, knowing I was bullshitting him. “Now, tell me. Where the hell are you?”
“I’m away,” I shot back, the hair on my neck raised and my pulse racing. I didn’t want to have to defend myself like this. I shouldn’t have to. I was a grown-ass woman and here he was, calling me up and treating me like I’d committed a murder instead of staying the night at the house of the guy I was dating. It was infuriating, even though I shouldn’t let it get to me.
“Stop lying to me, Aria,” he demanded. “Are you with him?”
I fell silent. My father had been in a business full of phonies for long enough to know when people were lying to him. I didn’t have any chance of convincing him I was actually with my friends, especially when he kept such close tabs on everyone I spent time with. He knew everyone in my life, and he’d probably gone around to every single one of them after he’d realized I’d fled after my appointment.
“I don’t have to tell you,” I finally shot back, and he sighed loudly.
“If you don’t come home now,” he warned me. “Then you’re cut off. You are out of my life.”
I closed my eyes. It was the last thing I wanted to hear. I had cash of my own, but most of it, my father had funneled into a trust fund he was going to let me have once he decreed it the right time for me. And I knew precisely why he’d done it.
To prevent a situation like this happening, when he could no longer exert his influence over me and had to resort to blackmailing me with my own damn money. I felt rage shoot through me. He couldn’t treat me like this. Well, he could try, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to let him get away with it.
“Oh, you’ll cut me off?” I raised my voice. Two could play at his dirty little game of intimidation. “Dad, I work for my money. It’s mine. How do you think you’re going to explain to the people at work that you’ve been stealing your daughter’s money?”
“They won’t ask about you,” he snarled in response. “They never do. No one will notice you’re gone.”
“Until next season starts shooting,” I pointed out, and he let out a snort of laughter that was completely devoid of actual feeling.
“You really think this little thing you’ve got going will last until then?” he asked, his tone mocking. “And you really think you’d have gotten any of those roles without me?”
I clenched my fist at my side. He wasn’t entirely wrong, but it still pissed me off to hear him call out the industry’s nepotism with regard to me. I was good, dammit, and it was so like him to start throwing my talent in my face in an attempt to get me to give in and come home.
“If I cut you off, none of the producers will want you anymore,” he warned me. “They won’t have reason to pander to you.”
“Good,” I said through gritted teeth. “I don’t want to work in an industry that doesn’t want me anyway.”