AN: from here on there is mature content
Taking Gwen to a hotel turns out to be a great call.
"Done this before, have you?" she asks when they check in, amused at the recognition shown by the receptionist. When they left the bar, she told him to lead the way.
Aaron led the way to his usual hookup spot. No way is he taking her back to his place.
"Why mess with what works?" he returns, stroking a hand down her spine. Takes a little work to do it properly, she's got a bag slung over one shoulder. Her smile tells him he got it right though. Then Gwen mirrors the gesture.
Unlike him, she uses nails. Aaron ain't complaining.
They don't kiss on the way to the room, and it makes the tension between them that much sweeter. When they enter, Gwen barely looks at what they have to work with, turning to face him instead. Her smile is wicked.
This is gonna be fun.
Aaron closes the distance between them, anticipation running high. But when he reaches for her, Gwen startles, and she puts a hand on his chest to keep him at bay. Aaron raises a brow, asking what's up. She's not backing out, that much is clear.
"I need to use the bathroom," she blurts. Then she gains a slight flush, looking embarrassed. Aaron pretends to find that cute. The mood ain't broken for him, and he don't want it broken for her either.
"It's over there."
Gwen gives an awkward smile before she darts towards the bathroom. Gotta admire how light she is on her feet.
Aaron keeps an ear out for suspicious sounds as she does her business, would be a fool not to. But he also takes the opportunity to take off his jacket, take out some condoms, grab a spare sheet from the closet and lay it on the bed, and then he pops a breath mint and checks if he's still looking fine.
He is.
Taking off his shoes, he sits down the bed in a way he knows looks damn good, one knee raised while his other leg hangs off the edge.
The position allows him to jump to his feet with ease. The night light is within grabbing range. Can throw it should this turn out to be a trap. It's a precaution, he don't believe she's got ulterior motives, and his instincts are rarely wrong when it comes to this. But being cocky is how you end up dead.
When Gwen comes out, she's bare footed too, her hair looks great, she's touched up her make-up, and most important of all, she's lost the hoodie. Now she's got a long sleeved shirt that fits her like a glove. It's amazing what difference that makes. Broad shoulders, strong arms, toned abs, a waist inviting him to pull her close, and thighs even more impressive now that they're no longer half hidden.
If she'd been wearing this from the start, he never would have underestimated her.
"Like what you see?" she asks, dropping her bag down the cabinet and sashaying towards him. Gotta love a woman who knows how to work it.
"Oh yeah," he says, enjoying the sway of her hips. When she gets within range, he wastes no time in getting his arms around her waist. Then he explores the shape of her ass. It's full and tight enough to bounce a coin off. Nice.
Gwen grins and twines her arms around his neck. Her fingers get to work on the base of his skull.
"Should have known you're an ass man."
"How so?" he asks, his curiosity real. Most of his attention is still on that fine ass though. There's also the hands now making their way to the back of his ears.
"You never looked at me like you were trying to guess my bra size."
Aaron grins.
"Wouldn't have been able to guess anyway. You're running free there."
He follows it up with an appreciative inspection of the bra-less breasts displayed right in front of him. Ass man he might be, but Gwen's chest is fine indeed. Full enough to fill his hands, and so perky they don't require any kind of support. The lack of bra also means he can see her nipples clear as day. Part of him wonders if she took off her bra during the bathroom trip, or if she was going commando the entire time.
He's more occupied with putting his mouth over a nipple and lavishing it with his tongue, soaking the fabric through within moments. Gwen's sharp intake of breath is music to his ears.
He's looking forward to finding out what other sounds she can make.
Still playing with her nipple, he squeezes her ass, before going lower and stroking the sensitive skin between thigh and pussy. It earns him a low moan. Fuck, but he loves to make women sing.
Gwen pushes his shoulders, making him release her nipple and tilt his head back. She looks down at him with pupils blown wide.
"We're getting naked now."
He chuckles. Gwen has no reaction to it, too busy pulling off her shirt. Aaron's humor makes way for a burst of caution that quickly turns to interest.
She's got scars. They're old and faded, but some of them came from nasty shit. Aaron wants to taste them.
He sees no reason to deny himself.
Placing his mouth on the pink line crossing her lower ribs, he traces the scar with his tongue, enjoying how the rough texture cuts through otherwise smooth skin.
Gwen hums, a pleased sound he wants to hear more of. But all in good time.
He gets even harder when Gwen slips a hand beneath his shirt, exploring his back. Her other caresses his jaw. Some guys like to have their women act shy in bed but Aaron ain't one of them. This is a dance meant for two.
When she tugs at his shirt, he lifts his arms so she can take it off. Gwen drops it without a care, never looking away from him as she sits down his lap. Bringing them at eye level. While his hands find her ass again, she strokes her nose over his. Using his own moves against him. It makes a smile tug at his lips.
The smile is wiped away when she rolls her hips. He groans and pushes back, chasing the wet heat he can feel even through their clothing.
Gwen rakes her nails down his back, almost too hard. He loves it.
Placing his hand on the back of her head, he shows his appreciation by kissing her senseless. A thrill runs through him when she gives as good as she gets, tongue clashing with his own and her hips keeping up that smooth beat. She's a dancer alright. She also took a breath mint, same as him. The good news just keeps on coming.
Judging from the smile he feels against his lips, Gwen appreciates the fresh breath too.
It don't take long before he's gotta get free. After sucking on her earlobe and reveling in the moan that draws, he speaks.
"Pants."
Gwen lets out a hum of agreement before she goes in for another kiss, hips still dancing with his. Aaron ain't complaining. She can get off him after this ends.
He's not expecting her to somehow pull off her pants without ever breaking the kiss. Yeah, her hips pull back briefly and he feels her legs move, but he only becomes aware of what she did when she presses against his dick again, hotter and way wetter than before. It makes him groan cause fuck, that feels good. But also, did she seriously just get naked without him noticing?
Sliding down the hand he had on her back to make sure, he discovers that yeah, she's lost pants and panties both.
Her ass is one of the sweetest he's ever held.
"The hell?" he asks. Not his finest moment but it's hard to speak when she's moving like that. Even more so with her hands exploring his sides. Girl knows how to use her nails.
Gwen pulls back enough to give him one hell of a grin.
"I'm limber."
No kidding.
He's still a bit off-balance when Gwen demonstrates the limber thing some more by wrapping her legs around his waist, her pussy right up his dick and fuck, the only reason he's not sliding in is cause he's still wearing pants himself.
The pants have gotta go. Now.
Grabbing that sweet ass with both hands, he rolls them over. Puts him in an awkward position, what with Gwen still clinging to him like he's her favorite toy. Good thing he's used to crouching.
Aaron licks her jaw before speaking.
"Gotta get my pants off."
"Can't match me then?"
Aaron pulls back enough to give Gwen the look that deserves. She's seriously challenging him about this?
Gwen's smug smile tells him, yeah, she seriously is. She proves it some more by letting go of him, arms and legs both, and lying down the bed like a porn star. Aaron ain't planning on letting this go but he's not gonna reject the show she's putting on either. Her legs are wide open, showing off a dripping pussy. Her bush is trimmed but every other part is smooth, making her juices stand out all the more. It makes his dick throb, and he wonders what she'd sound like if he were to go down on her. Shame he don't know if she's clean or not.
He can still leave a shit ton of hickeys on the inside of her thighs. Later, cause his pants really do need to go. Now.
Holding her gaze, he straightens up and unbuckles his belt like he's got all the time in the world. It makes her lips part. Realizing he's taking her up on that challenge.
The challenge is to get his pants off without her noticing.
Gwen lifts a leg with the clear intention to stroke his dick through his pants. Aaron grabs her ankle before she can succeed. Lifting her leg even higher, he holds her gaze as he bites down her calf, lavishing the spot with his tongue after. Adds in some sucking too. What can he say, he likes leaving marks.
Gwen moans, and the arms that were held above her head now come down to play with her breasts. Fuck, but he wants to be inside her.
He's not gonna ruin this by rushing.
Leaning forward, he strokes his hand down the inside of her thigh. A rush goes through him when she hooks her ankle around his neck like it's no big deal. Limber is the word alright.
He runs his nails along the edge of her pussy but don't touch her where she wants him to. Gwen don't like that.
"Stop teasing."
"Gimme a kiss and I'll consider it," he says, a dare as smug as her own. Gwen narrows her eyes before she plays into his trap by sitting up with abs alone.
Her ankle is still around his neck. He was right about the challenge still being on her mind too. And yeah, he knows she's expecting him to go for a bending trick like she did, but if she wanted that, she should have been more specific.
Gwen holds his gaze as she cups his face with both hands. Showing off her core strength some more. It's damn impressive.
While Gwen gives another demonstration of how great a kisser she is, Aaron uses her distraction to get out of his pants and boxers without notice. He hopes. There was more noise involved than he'd like. But he managed to keep up with her kissing. That should have held her attention.
Time to find out if he got it right.
Gwen breaks their kiss, her nails trailing down his throat.
"That good enough for you?" she asks, all dare and no awareness. Aaron smiles. Gotcha.
"Yeah, that works."
With that, he pulls her leg off his shoulder and straightens up. Gwen's eyes dart down with anticipation before they widen with surprise as she sees his naked dick.
She laughs. Always nice to have a graceful loser.
"Alright, that's impressive," she says with a grin.
"Just impressive?" he returns in a low voice, grabbing a condom without looking away from her and opening the package with his teeth. Took an embarrassing amount of practice before he could do this without ruining the condom, but the reaction it gets is worth it. Gwen's humor makes way for renewed heat. She leans towards him and unashamedly inspects his dick before meeting his gaze again. Aaron knows he ain't the biggest, but he's not small either and he's got a nice shape going on.
Gwen makes clear she appreciates the view.
"Very impressive," she fucking purrs. Aaron puts on the condom, more than ready to take this to the next level.
He strokes the inside of her thigh before finally touching that pussy. Trailing his fingers over those pink lips, he gets his digits nice and slick.
Gwen closes her eyes, a sweet moan drawn from her throat. Pretty sure she's not a screamer, but he's willing to bet he's gonna be drawing some interesting sounds from her still.
He uses his thumb to stroke her clit and watches her response. The fingering won't be happening for long, but knowing if she likes it soft or hard is important. It's also hot as fuck to watch.
Gwen leans back and spreads her legs, making his dick throb some more. Her head is tilted back and the canvas is too good to resist. Aaron leans over and sucks hard on her collarbone. Leaving a mark she's gonna feel for days.
Gwen don't tell him to stop. Instead she gasps and pushes into his mouth. He loves it when women are into being marked.
"Harder," she gasps. At first he thinks she's talking about the sucking, which fuck yeah, but then her hand covers he one still playing with her pussy. That's almost as good as his first thought really.
Aaron lifts his head and holds Gwen's gaze as he follows the rhythm she's setting up. He can mark her some more after he's appreciated the show.
It don't take long for him to figure out the basics. She likes it firm and slow, with the occasional burst of speed to keep things interesting. Likes some fingers inside as well and damn, she's tight. Gotta love a woman who works out.
When he's gotten the rhythm down, he pulls her hand off before he changes position so he can get to work on those thighs. He's not gonna hold much longer but damn if he won't do this first. Those legs are too gorgeous to leave clean.
The sucking and fingering draws more sounds from her than everything else combined. It's music to his ears. Things become even better when she gets a foot on his back and shows off just how much control she has over it, digging her heel into muscle with all the skill of a pro. That feels damn good.
After a final bite, he lifts his head so he can admire the bruises he made. The sight gets him even harder.
Yeah, it's time to fuck her.
Lifting his hand from her pussy earns him a strangled sound and a fierce glare.
"Don't you dare stop!"
The warning goes straight to his dick.
"Wasn't planning on it," he says, crawling towards her. Fuck but he can't wait to be inside her.
Judging from the way Gwen's eyes darken, she can't either. She pushes herself further up the bed, something part of Aaron appreciates. Gives them more space to work with.
He's more focused on lining himself up so he can slide home. Rubbing his dick over her pussy to get it slick, he grabs hold of Gwen's waist with one hand and uses his other for support. Gwen gets a hand on his shoulder, her other braced against the headboard.
She keeps holding his gaze. The eye contact is one of the many things he's loving here.
Aaron thrust inside and then his eyes are closing and he's groaning because fuck, she's tight and the sounds she's letting out are all pleasure.
Opening his eyes and making sure his position is stable, Aaron starts fucking her for real, strokes long and deep and shit, she's moaning and digging her nails into his shoulder, her eyes closed and her head thrown back, and then his own eyes are closing again, instinct taking over.
He's got enough clarity left to change his hold on her waist, grabbing her ass instead. It makes him slide in even deeper. Shit, why was he doing this again?
Because he needs to use his other hand to get her off. Got it.
Except before he can do that, Gwen swings a leg over his shoulder, throwing him off-balance but fuck, he ain't complaining, he so ain't. Then there's another chaos of movement and he's falling backwards, his eyes flying open as he tries to catch his balance but that's fucking hard to do when he's going deeper than he thought possible.
He's sitting on his knees. Gwen pushed him back. And she's gotten both ankles around his neck.
She's bouncing on his dick like she ain't bent like a fucking pretzel and shit, he's gonna blow.
No way is he finishing first.
Letting go of her ass with one hand and absently wondering when he even got both hands there, he tries to get to her clit. Ain't easy and he's not sure how he actually manages. Hard to think through the yoga being done to his dick. But he knows when he succeeds because Gwen cries out and clenches like a fucking vice, and his balls feel like they're about to blow up but she's not cumming yet. Don't cum when he gets a better rhythm either and he's not gonna hold out much longer and damn it woman, would you just cum?
In a burst of inspiration, he leans forward, gets his mouth on her throat and sucks hard.
Gwen cums and it's like fucking fireworks go off. Aaron blows his load so hard his vision goes white, pure pleasure wiping out everything else. Fucking damn.
When feeling returns, Aaron discovers he's no longer on his knees. Instead he's fallen forward and is lying on top of Gwen. Who still has her legs around his shoulders.
"Damn."
Hearing his own voice helps clear his thoughts some more. He's feeling that all the way down to his toes, and he's panting like he just went up against Spider-Woman. Gwen's breathing is just as loud, her chest heaving beneath his.
Gwen lets out a breathless laugh.
"Right back at you."
Part of Aaron is impressed she can still talk after that. His own tongue is all but numb.
Most of him can't believe she's still bent like a pretzel.
"You comfy?" he murmurs, wondering if he should push her legs off. That would mean moving though.
Gwen lets out a questioning hum. Aaron is preparing to repeat himself when Gwen apparently remembers she's got a bone structure. Her legs slide off his shoulders.
It makes him realize he's gotta move too. Sucks.
With a lot of effort, Aaron grabs the base of the condom and pulls out. Rolling to his back, he pulls off the rubber, ties it closed and blindly drops it in the trashcan he put next to the bed just for this.
Gwen rolls to her side and gets comfortable against him, throwing a leg over his own and using his arm as a pillow. Cuddler, huh?
Aaron strokes her back, still savoring the aftermath. No doubt, this was top ten material, if not top five.
When he's cooled down enough to think for real again, he nudges Gwen. They've got some stuff to do before they can sleep.
"Time to clean up," he says, lazy but firm.
Gwen lets out a deep sigh. Not feeling the moving thing. But she gets up soon enough.
Aaron admires the view as she walks to the bathroom. Again, that's one fine ass. The bruises on her thighs, peeking out as she walks, only make it even hotter. Who cares about the front not being his type when she's got a back like this.
When he hears the shower turn on, Aaron gets up too. Grabbing the top sheet, he bunches it up and throws it in the corner, uncaring about the mess it makes. The benefits of this not being his place. Then he lifts his arms and stretches like a cat. Ain't nothing like a good fuck to relax.
Grabbing some tissues, he gets rid of the worst of the stickiness, before he sits down the edge of the bed and waits for Gwen to finish. When she does, he grabs his valuables and switches places.
Getting out of the shower, Aaron muses on the odds of there being a second round in the morning. The cuddling makes him think she's not the type to love 'em and leave 'em, but that's more instinct than real proof. She could have cuddled exactly because she was planning to take off while he's busy.
His instincts turn out to be right. When he leaves the bathroom, he finds Gwen in bed. Lifting the covers, he joins her. Like him, she's wearing underwear only. Nice.
"How do you feel about cuddling?" she asks without opening her eyes.
"I dig it," he says, getting comfortable. "Gotta sleep on my back though." He don't get people who can sleep on their side. Feels awful.
Gwen smiles.
"I can work with that."
With that, she gets comfortable against him, placing her pillow against his shoulder and throwing a leg and arm around him. Feels even better now that they're no longer sticky with sweat and other things. Aaron hums and places a hand over the one she's got on his chest, his other caressing the back of her head.
There's no more talk. Aaron appreciates that. While he's good at talking, at the end of the day, he's a man of few words.
He'll talk again in the morning. Looking forward to it actually. He's curious to find out if this was a fluke or if she can blow his mind again.
Turns out, there's no second round. When he wakes, Gwen is gone.