Pen Pal(47)

“Maybe, but I’m the one who got it.” His voice lowers an octave. “Get your sweet ass over here, bunny. I need you naked in my bed. You’ve made me wait long enough.”

“You made yourself wait, Fight Club. You could’ve picked up the phone days ago.”

“Told you I was giving you space.”

“Not that I wanted it.”

“I’m interested in giving you what you need, Kayla, which might not coincide with what you want.”

And I’m interested in my body’s reaction to those words, which is a confusing mix of desire and annoyance. I’d like to tear off all my clothes and kneel at his feet, but at the same time, I’d like to hang up on him.

I know I’d only call him right back, though, so I’ll skip it.

“And exactly what is it you think I need, Aidan?”

“To forget everything so you can remember who you are again.”

That takes my breath away. Not only because of the darkly sensual way it was spoken, but also because he’s right. My heart beating faster, I moisten my lips and whisper, “Yes.”

“I know. Now get over here. You have ten minutes. Any later than that, and you’ll be punished.” He hangs up.

I sit with the phone clenched in my hand and my stomach turning somersaults, wondering if I should wait thirty minutes before I leave just so I can see what my punishment would be.

I decide I’m not quite that brave yet. I’m out the door in under a minute. And once again, Aidan opens the door to his apartment before I even have a chance to knock.

Wearing only a pair of faded blue jeans, he’s barefoot, bare chested, and beautiful. I laugh as he drags me into his arms and kicks the door shut behind us.

“Do you stand there and listen for my footsteps on the stairs?”

“Yep. It’s all I can do not to run out to the parking lot like a fucking lunatic the minute your car pulls up.”

When I grin at him, he warns, “Don’t gloat.”

“I would never. My God, you’re even more handsome than I remember.”

He plants a big kiss on my mouth and says gruffly, “Sweet little rabbit. How do you want to get fucked?”

Thrilled, I whisper, “Any way you want.”

With one arm wrapped tightly around my back, he takes my jaw in his hand and holds my face firmly like that as he growls, “Any way I want…what?”

I melt. I melt like a popsicle dropped onto hot asphalt on a blistering summer day. All other thoughts but of him fly out of my head.

As if it’s the most natural thing in the world, a hidden default mode I was unaware I was born to operate on, without a single second of resistance, I simply surrender.

I say breathlessly, “Any way you want, master.”

He kisses me as if he’s been starving for my mouth his entire life.

I cling to him, feeling his heart beating wildly against my breasts, feeling as if I’ve been sucking helium and might at any moment rise up to the ceiling and bob there, laughing and buoyant. He always makes me feel so alive, untethered to anything solid and utterly careless.

He makes me feel free.

And holy hell is it amazing.

Breaking the kiss, he yanks my T-shirt off over my head and tosses it aside. My jeans get torn off next. He growls in disapproval when he sees me wearing panties and pulls them down my legs impatiently. When I’m standing in front of him fully nude, he rips open the fly of his jeans and orders gruffly, “On your knees.”

I sink to my knees on the hardwood floor like a grateful supplicant and take his jutting erection in my hands.

“Suck, bunny.”

The moment my lips slide over the engorged head of his cock, he moans and tilts his head back, closing his eyes. He sinks his fingers into my hair and raggedly whispers my name.

“So fucking sweet. Everything about you. Love your sweet mouth, my good girl.”

His gruff praise is candy to my ears. It’s heroin injected into my veins. It’s hot euphoria running along every nerve ending, setting me on fire. I suck so eagerly on his dick, he has to warn me to slow down.

“Pace yourself, baby. You’ll get my cum, but not yet.”

He opens his eyes and gazes down at me, running his thumb over my top lip as I bob my head, taking him deep in my mouth then going shallower again.

“Look at you,” he says hotly. “On your knees for me. My hard cock in your mouth. Your eyes begging for me to fuck you. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? How perfect?”

Feeling crazed, I close my eyes and swallow him as deep as I can, gagging a little as I shove his girth down my throat.

“So fucking perfect,” he whispers. “Kayla. My beautiful, obedient girl.”

I moan around his cock, sucking frantically as I stroke his shaft with both hands. My pussy throbs. My nipples ache. I need him to fuck me so badly, I moan again, trembling with need.

He knows. Of course he knows. His laugh is soft and dark.

“You need to spread your legs for me and take that cock deep, don’t you, baby? You need your master to fuck you.”

The vein on the underside of his penis throbs against my tongue. His fingers tighten in my hair. Right now, he could order me to throw myself out the window, and I probably would.

“Yes, you do. Greedy girl. Let me watch you finger fuck that gorgeous pussy while you take my cock down your throat. But don’t you dare come without my permission.”