“Come on, Little Zero, let’s go to our room.” It’s sinful the way he speaks against my ear, and I can’t help but catch my breath and nod my head. Like fuck, can I say actual words right now?
“Remember what I said, Aeron. I’m the only one who can give you what you want.” Emmet isn’t even trying to hide the underlying threat. I just wish I knew what he was talking about.
Aeron spins me around until we’re facing one another. Everyone else fades into the background as his hands fall to my ass, and in one smooth move, he lifts me up against him. My legs wrap around his waist automatically, and I don’t miss the wink he sends in Emmet’s direction before carrying me up the stairs.
Forget about damp panties. He has obliterated these.
I can’t focus on which way he walks us or what door we enter through, all I’m aware of is his firm body pressing against mine and a sudden softness as he pushes us forward. My back is hitting a mattress, and he’s lying on top of me.“You know, I just got used to not having your warm, tight little body next to me when I sleep. I guess it was all in vain seeing as we won’t be spending a single night apart during this fucked up retreat.” His nose grazes against mine as our eyes lock together.
“You almost s-s-s-sound as t-t-though y-y-you missed me,” I reply with a shaky breath and a devilish grin forms on his sexy mouth. Can a mouth be sexy? I mean it can because everything about Aeron screams sex… I mean sexy. Ahem.
“Maybe I did. What do you think of that?”
“I think I f-feel sorry f-f-or whatever girl you’ve h-h-had since you’ve been gone.” Yeah, I think my brain has checked out for the time being.
“Go ahead. Although, I wonder if you would believe me if I said there has been no girl, woman, or whatever since I was forced to leave the Academy and spend it with that… it doesn’t matter,” he growls as he drags a hand through his hair, and I watch the movements with rapt attention.
I think I’m trying to distract myself from the feel of him between my legs. My skirt isn’t covering a damn thing, and my panties are too thin to mask the way he feels, as he hardens against me. Straining against the fabric of his jeans, and a part of me wants to roll my hips to see what he will do, but I won’t. Forever the good girl, even if I’m tired of always playing that part.
“Why don’t you order me to do anything?” When is my head going to work and keep me from saying things that I shouldn’t?
“Do you want me to, Little Zero?” He rolls his hips into me, but he doesn’t move to do anything more than that. “Do you want me to order you to take me into your sweet little mouth, to swallow me as deep as you can go? To show you how I like it, how to work your tongue and teeth to bring me to the point of near madness? Maybe you want me to lose myself down your throat. Are you curious what I would taste like? Maybe you just want to feel me in your hands, against your delectable tits, or maybe even sliding between your folds.”
Oh. My. God. I can’t even breathe. I think I may even moan at the imagery his words have put into my head.
“Oh yeah, you like that don’t you?” His voice is getting huskier, which only adds to the sex appeal, and I don’t know how I will survive being claimed by him.
“I bet your panties are dripping and your nipples are probably so hard right now… I will kill Emmet,” he pulls off me and it feels as though I’ve just been given a serious amount of whiplash. What just happened?
“Don’t look at me like that, okay? With your heaving chest and lust filled eyes, just stop it.” He paces and I lean up on my elbows. I feel so confused.
“What’s going on?” I ask, and he stops moving, but he’s finding his feet awfully riveting.
“I’m not allowed to touch you once we’re alone, and trust me, it’s fucking hard to follow that moronic rule. Sure, I can go fuck someone else, but I’m not a complete ass. I won’t do one girl just to come back to you straight after.”
“Hang on, why can’t you touch me? Why are you letting Emmet dictate everything? He can’t tell you what you can and can’t do with a girl you’ve claimed.” Why am I arguing for him to do what he wants? This is a good thing, it gives me more time to prepare myself for being with someone who isn’t… Cole.
“There’s something I need to happen and only he can do it. Or at least, he’s the only one willing to help me. As long as I do as he says where you’re concerned.” I’ve never seen his eyes so dark before, and it’s oddly captivating.
“Just putting this out there, Aeron, but how would he know? I sure as heck won’t tell him anything,” I say it quietly, but I can see his nostrils flare before he takes a step to bring himself closer to me.
“I’ll think about it, but damn, Little Zero. You must be hard up for it if you’re trying to plead your case for me.” He’s smirking but I just feel mortified. I’m sure my face is telling him that enough for me though, I won’t need to spell it out.
“Don’t be embarrassed. But I said I’m not a complete ass, that doesn’t mean I’m not an asshole. I want to watch you.” He’s even closer now and his eyes are trailing over my body.
“Watch me… do what?”
“Touch yourself. I want to watch as you bring yourself to the brink and tumble over the edge. Fuck yourself for me, Little Zero.” Oh fuck, if a guy could make me come from his words, it will definitely be Aeron.
“I-I-I…”
“It’s not a request. You wanted me to order you to do something, well, here it is. Remove your clothes until you’re bare to me, and then play with yourself.” His tongue darts out to wet his lips and I sit up fully, knowing I’ve brought this on myself.
I slip my thumbs into the waistband of my skirt and panties, but I can’t seem to get my hands to move any further. All I need to do is push them down and my skirt will fall away, but... I don’t think I can do this.
“Come on, Little Zero. Take them off.” It’s so easy for him to say it, but that doesn’t mean it’s a simple thing for me to do.
I stand up from the bed and squeeze my eyes closed before I drag my skirt and panties down, I’m shaking so hard, I can barely push it over my ass. Warm hands encompass mine, and his breathing tickles my ear.
“Open your eyes, Luna. I want you to watch as I help you.”
It’s not his words that are causing me to open my eyes and look at him. No, it’s the fact he used my name. He’s never done that in the entire year I’ve spent around him. My eyes fall down to where our hands connect, and I watch as he guides my hands down past my ass, along the length of my thighs and down my calves.
My hands spring open when his fingers thread between my own and I watch as my clothes fall to the ground, gathering around my ankles.
He guides my hands to the bottom of my top, but he isn’t letting me grab a hold of it. Instead, he pushes my hands up underneath, skimming my fingers over my ribs and up to my chest. I can’t catch my breath as he guides me up to my breasts, and presses my palms against them, using his own hands over mine to get me to squeeze. The funny thing is, even though I know they’re mine, it doesn’t feel as though I’m the one doing the touching.