Chapter Two
Emily didn't know how it happened, and would never be able to retrace their steps whenever they spoke of it afterwards. The furthest back that she could trace it, after their conversation about her nails, was him calling a cab. He was going to drop her off, that much she had been certain of, at least momentarily. What neither of them had counted on, however, was that she would invite him up for a nightcap.
It was stupid and irresponsible and downright dangerous in her line of work, but reckless had always been Emily's middle name, and lately she seemed to care even less. He'd hesitated only a moment, as she leaned against the door of the taxi, and asked if he wanted to come inside with her. She'd seen the rationalisation that passed through his mind, but then his eyes landed on her bare legs, travelled from her booted ankles, all the way up to the tight dress she wore, glossed over her waist, settled momentarily on the swell of her breasts, then flicked up to her eyes. He was out of the taxi before she could even consider taking back the offer.
And, she would swear, afterwards, she really had intended for it to only be a nightcap.
Besides the occasional leer, they'd been perfectly civil up until this point in the evening. He'd not made a pass at her, she'd kept the flirting to a minimum, though she would forever insist that her eyelashes did half of the flirting for her, so sometimes she came across as flirting without even trying to.
But she must have been flirting, and so must he, because one of them leaned in for the kiss. Who it was didn't matter, because the other responded with equal fervour. Emily, who liked to have the upper hand, caught Aaron's lip between her teeth, sucking hard, and tasted metal as she drew blood. He clamped a hand down on her thigh when she did that, and put his hand to his mouth when she let him go. Glancing from the blood on the back of his hand to Emily, who had her own bottom lip caught between her teeth and was looking at him with big, dark eyes from behind endlessly black lashes, he felt his slacks grow tight. Hooking a hand beneath her leg, not quite believing the effect this woman was having over him, Aaron pulled, until she was straddling him, her black dress pulled tight across her spread thighs, and then reclaimed her mouth with his own. This kiss was indulgent, sensuous, her tongue guiding his, until his alpha male instincts took over and he became more forceful. He started to kiss her deeply, hands moving further up her thighs, pushing the black material .
She pressed down against him, gyrating her core over his hardness, and he moaned, his tongue vibrating in her mouth at the action. Smiling through the kiss, Emily's hands found Aaron's, still on her thighs, and brought one up to cup her breast. She squeezed it for him, but that was all the encouragement he needed before her was roughly palming her with his hand. She felt like a teenager, making out on the couch. Emily didn't like that. She wanted to feel like a woman.
As quickly as she had given him access, Emily withdrew his hand and stood up, stepping away from him for a moment. The expression on his face was one torn between desperation and disbelief. He thought she was about to kick him out. Emily's eyes moved from his to the tent in his jeans and she smiled, appreciatively, before catching the hem of her dress in her hands and pulling it, in one swift motion, over her head. Left standing in just her black lace bra and thong, she dropped the dress to the floor and walked around the sofa, to the bottom of the stairs that led to her mezzanine bedroom. His eyes followed her, hungrily.
"Well?" She threw over her shoulder at him, "Aren't you coming?"
She ascended the stairs without looking back, though she heard the scuffle as he moved from the couch. She could practically see him almost falling over himself to get to her. Standing with her back to him as he climbed the stairs, Emily was pleasantly surprised when his hands snaked from behind her, to graze her stomach, before pulling her flush to his chest. One hand withdrew, moving to her neck, where he brushed aside her dark hair and began an assault on her skin, kissing, licking, even biting occasionally, which she loved. Distracted as she was by his hot breath on her neck, Emily barely noticed his other hand tugging down the cup of her bra until he rolled her nipple between his fingers. Then her breath caught in her throat, head falling back against his shoulder, back arching, pushing the flesh of her breast into his hand. He gripped it, roughly, and chuckled against her neck.
"Oh, you like that," He mumbled against her skin, vibrations driving her wild. She pressed her arse back against him, insistently, in response. He was still fully clothed, she recognised, almost annoyed, and she reached behind her, to fiddle with his belt.
"Patience," He teased, brushing her fiddling fingers away with his free hand, while the other continued it's assault on her nipple, travelling to her other breast to torment her there. "Take it off."
She didn't need telling twice, quickly reaching behind her to unhook her bra. It slid down her arms, and he spun her around. His dark and hungry eyes rested on her breasts, full and fleshly and topped with even, pink nipples, hard with anticipation and pent up frustration. Even as he looked at her, Emily felt them grow harder. Aaron's face registered with pleasure the tight points of her nipples, and Emily felt the tingling sensation travel south, the hidden nerves between her legs crying out for attention as she felt her thong grow damp with her desire for this man that she didn't even know. As Aaron looked at her, Emily brought her own hands up to her breasts, pushing them together, as though offering them to him. Aaron could have come just from that sight, but instead, he surged forwards, holding her face and kissing her, deeply, insistently. She lost her balance, fell back onto the bed and pulled him down with her. His knee was between her legs and she hissed, enjoying the sensation. His kisses travelled down her jaw, across her shoulder, down her chest until he sighed with pleasure as he took a nipple in his mouth. He licked, nibbled, sucked carefully, each flick of his tongue eliciting gasps and moans from Emily, as she encouraged him with a hand buried deep in his dark hair. He spent a long time slowly licking the tip of her nipple, occasionally letting his tongue flutter, vibrate against it. That sent an electric current from her breast to her clit, and each time, she thrust her hips against his knee. She was driving him crazy and, as enamoured as he was by her beautiful breasts, the fullness of them in his palms and the taste of them in his mouth, Aaron needed to feel more of her. As he sucked, alternating now between nipples, enjoying the gentle scratch of her fingers in his hair, he let his hand lazily travel down her stomach. As his fingers reached her underwear, he heard her sigh.
"Yes," She whispered, and he smiled against her skin as he dipped his fingers inside of her black, lace underwear. She was smooth, and that made him groan with appreciation before he even made it to her wetness. When he did, though, he had to pause.
"Emily, you're soaked," He said, appreciatively, his cock growing painfully hard in his jeans. He adjusted himself, fingers lazily stroking her. Noticing this, Emily moved, his hand slipping away from her as she did, to fiddle with his belt. She had it undone quickly, this time, and pushed against his chest to make him lie back on the bed. He could see from the look in her eyes what she was about to do, and had to take a steadying breath before she started, or he knew he would have lost it right there.
Emily's eyes widened as she tugged his jeans down, boxers coming with them. As he sprang free of his confines, he saw her lick her lips, appreciatively. She wasn't looking into his eyes anymore, but at his hard cock, pre-cum forming on the pink mushroom head. She crawled up onto the bed and grasped it's base gently in one hand, her eyes on his. He was thick, she noticed, appreciatively, as well as long, as she licked the tip with a soft, teasing tongue. And he tasted good. She swirled her tongue around the head, concentrating on the tender underside, her eyes not straying from his for a moment. He couldn't have spoken if he'd wanted to. His breath was caught in his diaphragm as he watched Emily fondle his balls as she continued to caress him with her mouth. His hands gripped the sheets, and he saw her eyes flick to the side, see that, and crinkle around the edges in a smile. Smug little minx.
The soft, wet haven of her mouth squelched as he began to fuck it, gently thrusting his hips upwards. Emily withdrew her mouth for a moment, wiping it on the back of her hand. Her cheeks were red and moist with tears that had spilled over when she'd taken him deep into her throat, her lips were dark and swollen from their kissing and her eyes were dark and full of lust. Aaron had noticed how beautiful she was earlier, of course, but right now, she was magnificent.
"I like that," She told him, throatily, "Grab my hair."
Unable to believe his ears, or his luck, Aaron wasted no time. He willingly obeyed, clutching her dark hair at the back and fucking her mouth more confidently. Emily quickly got to grips with his rhythm. She felt dirty now, letting a stranger fuck her mouth like this. Her eyes rolled back in her head, as the thought sent waves of pleasure down into her underwear.
"Stop, stop," He gasped, suddenly, gently pulling at her hair and pulling himself out of her mouth, "Stop, or I'm going to come."
Emily understood what he was saying, and stood up. She stepped out of her soaked underwear and then knelt up onto the bed, crawling on top of him and feeling the wet trail his cock left down her stomach as she moved. She kissed him, deeply, as she positioned herself over his cock, and felt him grip it to steady it, brushing the tip against her wetness. She moaned at the teasing contact, and he growled into their kiss, pushing his tongue even further into her mouth, insistently. Opening her eyes, she repeated her earlier action, catching his lip between her teeth. His eyes snapped open and locked with her own and at the same time, Emily impaled herself on his hard cock.
She thought she was ready for him, wet enough, but he was bigger than he seemed. He took her breath away and Emily closed her eyes, halting on top of him as her walls stretched around him. Her head fell back, mouth open with pleasure. Aaron watched all of this as if in slow motion. His eyes moved slowly from where their bodies were joined, up the toned panel of her stomach, to her magnificent breasts, to her face, thrown back in pleasure, dark curls cascading behind her like a black waterfall. He sat up, wrapping an arm around her waist, using the other to steady them both. She looked at him, still breathless, and pressed her forehead against his, breathing deeply and steadily against him, her chest rising and falling against his. He gave her another moment of stillness, before she began to move, slowly at first, but, as she adjusted around him, she found a rhythm that made her wild. He let her ride him, appreciating every contour of her body, both inside and out, hypnotised by the bounce of her tits as she rose and fell on his hard cock, before he grew impatient. He wanted to be on top, he needed that control and, breathless as she was, Emily didn't have the fight to argue as he flipped them over, not even pulling out of her to do it. He moved slowly at first, and she moaned, appreciatively, as she felt every facet of him, each thick veined ridge, as he pulled out, right to the tip, and then pushed, just as tortuously slowly, back into her wet warmth. She let him carry on like this a while, pressure building inside of her, encouraging moans escaping her lips occasionally.
Aaron had never been a selfish lover, and watching her eyes roll back in her head, as he slowly impaled her, he never wanted to be. He leaned down to capture her lips with his own, and her hands came up to tangle in his hair, legs wrapping around his waist. She met his eyes, and there he saw an unmistakable desire and need to reach her peak, and his hips began to move faster as though of their own accord. She groaned, approvingly, heels falling from his back to the mattress as she spread herself open for him, let him thrust into her, hard, fast, lovelessly. He was panting now, grunting into her ear, which she loved, and he held tightly onto her hips, so she could feel each thrust even deeper, and they both knew knew his fingertips would leave bruises.
"God, yes," She murmured against his ear, feeling it, loving it, every time he bottomed out inside of her. Her encouragement grew silent, as the pleasure mounted, and Emily lost her ability to speak. For a moment, there was nothing but the wet sound of his thrusts and his ragged, heavy breathing, as she gasped for air and clung to him, desperately.
"Yes, I want to feel you come," He urged, quickening the pace of his hips, as his fingers slid between their bodies, searching out her clit. "Come for me, Emily. Let go, baby." His fingers danced against her as his thrusts became more and more violent and erratic. She pushed her hips up to meet his, pulling his face down to hers again, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as he thrust his cock into her tight, wet heat. Their mouths were locked together and stifled Emily's scream as she felt a searing orgasm wrack her body, surging through all of her nerves. She convulsed around him, milking his cock, and then Aaron was coming, too, pouring himself into her. There was so much of it, Emily felt every shot, her walls soaked and fluttering like a bird.
When it was over, he was breathing heavily, and weak from his orgasm. He dropped most of his weight onto her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling the wetness of their juices running out of her and pooling on the sheets beneath them.
"That was incredible," He said, when he could finally speak.
Emily smiled, lazily, up at him, letting him kiss her gently as she stroked her fingers through his mussed up hair. Then she yawned, stretched beneath him, feeling the ache of tiredness in her muscles, as well as feeling his spent cock slip out of her as she moved. "Do you want me to call you a cab?"
Aaron's expression changed in an instant. His brows furrowed with confusion as he looked down at her and then his weight was gone from above her. He rolled over, laying beside her on the sheets, one hand resting on his stomach, the other above his head. Sitting up, Emily pulled her knees to her chest and watched him, appreciating his lean naked form and his long cock, which, even now that it was growing limp, was impressive. Aaron ran a hand over his face, breathed deeply, and then stood up.
"It's fine, I can call my own cab," He told her, shortly. Emily was shocked at the tone, and raised her eyebrows.
"Listen, I don't have guys sleep over, it's not personal." She told him. He looked at her, and there was judgement there that made her want to defend herself. "Not that I do this often." As soon as the words left her lips, she hated herself a little bit for them. She didn't owe this guy anything, least of all an explanation.
He was pulling his jeans on, buttoning them, then looked around for his shirt. Spotting it slung over the railing of the mezzanine, he pulled it on, then paused in the act of heading towards the stairs. When he turned back to her, there was no judgement in his eyes. Only hope. "Can I call you, at least?"
Emily appraised him a moment. He was a good fuck. Hell, he was a great fuck, but she could tell, from this simple exchange over the cab, that he wasn't the fuck and go type that she liked. He looked like the married with kids type, now that she was really looking at him. He was too nice for her. There was a time not so long ago when she had ruined nice guys like him on the daily, and had a lot of fun doing it.
"Sure," She smiled, knowing that when he called, and he would call, she most likely wasn't going to answer the phone.