~Joan~
Spreading both my legs open with one of his hands, he inched closer. So close, his breath ghosted over my lips, sending shivers through me.
His eyes locked onto mine, dark and intent, as he trailed a finger up my thigh. The small circles he drew teased and set me alight, just shy of where I ached for him most.
“You want this, huh?” His voice was low, gravelly, thick with desire. Bracing myself on the cool counter, I turned my head slightly, feeling the strands of my hair loosen and tumble free from the bun.
Aaron’s gaze dropped, tracking each strand as if it were the most captivating thing in the room. His pupils darkened, a shift in his control as the moment stretched taut between us.
With precise fingers, he unfastened the button on my shorts, his knuckles brushing against my skin. I lifted my hips instinctively, inviting his movements as he slid them down my legs in one fluid motion.
The wetness between my thighs was unmistakable now, and the cool air kissed my skin as he tugged my panties away.
I felt a flicker of doubt for a second-Rhoda was just a door away, and the thought of her walking in on us sent adrenaline coursing through me.
Aaron paused, his gaze dropping to my exposed core, taking me in with a hunger that made my cheeks flame. His eyes flicked back to mine, his lips curving into a smirk.
“You’re drenched, kitten,” he murmured, his voice thick. The edge in his voice faded as his fingers found my swollen clit, circling it in slow, deliberate movements that made my body tremble.
I bucked against him, desperate for more, but he tightened his jaw, his gaze hardening.
“Tell me, kitten. Have you been touching yourself?” His words were soft, almost a whisper, yet they cut through the haze clouding my mind.
I shook my head, my lips parting as a shaky breath escaped. My tongue darted out to wet my bottom lip, and his eyes tracked the movement, darkening further.
“Tongue-tied now? Lost your words?” he taunted, his finger tracing my opening with a maddening rhythm-enough to stoke my need but not enough to satisfy it.
God, the man was insufferable.
“Come on, Thompson. You’re more than this,” I bit out, my frustration slipping through. The tension cracked for a moment, and his expression closed off. His hand shot up, grabbing the back of my head, his fingers threading roughly through my hair.
“Like I said,” he growled, his voice as sharp as his grip, “you know nothing about me.”
“Get on with it,” I snapped, my voice lower now. I couldn’t risk Rhoda waking up.
The cool air against my heated skin only heightened the ache building inside me. He knew how much I wanted him, and he was taking his time, reveling in my need.
His glare softened into something darker as he slipped a finger into me without warning. A moan escaped my lips, quickly muffled as I clamped my mouth shut.
He raised a brow, his fingers finding a steady rhythm, pushing in and out of me skillfully, like he’d done this a thousand times. A second finger joined the first, stretching me in a way that made my body arch into his touch.
My nails dug into his shoulders, seeking balance. His other hand reached up, rolling my hardened nipple through my shirt, between his fingers, sending shockwaves through me. It was too much, too fast, and yet not enough.
Last time, he hadn’t bothered with this-he’d gone straight to the point, all raw hunger and anger.
But now, his every touch exuded confidence and arrogance, as if he knew my body better than I did.
“I want to hear you scream, kitten,” he rasped, his lips brushing against my ear. “But we’ll have to settle for this, since I’d rather not have my sister walk in on me finger-fucking her best friend.”
His words sent heat coursing through me, but my mind clouded as my release built, overwhelming everything else.
“You’re so tight, Jo. Squeezing my fingers like you don’t want to let go,” he muttered, the nickname sending a ripple through me.
Only Rhoda and a handful of others called me Jo. With him, it was always Joan. Hearing him say it now, in this moment, made my stomach flip.
“Oh God,” I whimpered, gripping his shoulders harder as waves of pleasure started to rise. He was solid beneath my fingers, warm- so warm.
For a brief second, a thought slipped into my mind.
And I wondered what it would be like to be curled up against him. The thought vanished as quickly as it came, as my orgasm washed over me, momentarily blinding me.
I slumped against him, my body trembling as I rode out the last tremors. He held me steady for a moment before pulling back, slipping his fingers out of me.
My breath hitched as he brought them to his lips, sucking them clean with a deliberate slowness that made heat pool in me all over again.
I squeezed my legs together, acutely aware of the wetness still clinging to my thighs.
Aaron turned casually, reaching for his abandoned ice cream and taking a spoonful.
“I believe that’s something your vibrator couldn’t achieve,” he said, his tone smug.
I blinked, confused for a second before realization dawned, and my face burned with mortification.
This-this was all to prove a point? My lips parted in disbelief as I pulled my panties and shorts back into place, my movements stiff with embarrassment.
When I didn’t respond, he turned, his gaze sweeping over me.
“Go to bed, kitten. An orgasm should help you sleep.”
I glared at him, my eyes falling to the obvious bulge straining against his pants. A slow, satisfied smile spread across my lips as I twisted my hair into a rough bun.
“It definitely will,” I said, letting my gaze linger before turning to walk away. “Can’t say the same for you, Thompson. Looks like you’re in for a long night,” I called over my shoulder.
I didn’t miss the way his jaw tightened, the subtle twitch of his muscles as I sauntered out.
“Buenos dias,” I added with a grin, leaving him behind, deliciously flustered. Regret or guilt might come in the morning, but for now, I let myself revel in my victory.