Page 22 of Ruthless Touch
“The real thing?” I ask before snaking my arm around her waist to pull her to me. “Is that really what you want? Right here in front of that camera?”
Aria’s eyes grow wide before she glances up at the ceiling in the location of the camera. “Who would see? You’re here.”
I hesitate to tell her the truth, but she asked. “Sasha might see if she’s walked into my office. I left my laptop open.”
“Oh, really? Is she into watching people have sex?”
Leaning down, I whisper into Aria’s ear, “She’s into anything. Just a fair warning. She likes you, so she’d probably enjoy watching us fuck right here.”
I feel Aria’s hand slide down the front of my pants, and a second later, her fingers wrap around my hard cock. Staring into my eyes, she says with a smile, “Then I say we give her a show.”
It occurs to me I haven’t kissed Aria since that one night we were together, so I dip my head to press my lips to hers. She’s soft and tastes like peaches, although I don’t know why since there isn’t a single peach in this hotel. I want to devour her mouth like I want to devour every other part of her.
She returns my kiss with a neediness I can’t help but love, and a second later, I sit down on the bench, my cock dying to be inside that wet cunt. I see her panties lying on the floor and smile as I unzip my pants.
Aria returns her hand to where it was a minute ago, stroking my cock up and down and making me feel like the top of my head is going to blow off. I slide my hands up under her dress and sink my fingertips into her hips as I guide her onto me.
“We’re really going to have sex right here?” she asks as inch by inch my cock fills her.
I nod as my eyelids flutter closed. She feels even better than I remembered from weeks ago. Tight and wet, she’s perfect.
But she’s still dressed, and that needs to change.
Yanking her dress up, I tug it over her head, surprising her. “Gideon!”
After I toss it onto the floor on top of her panties, I turn back to face her on my lap in only her white lace bra. As nice as it is, that needs to go too. So I quickly unhook it and toss it onto her dress.
“Now that’s how you should look when I’m fucking you.”
Her thighs skim my sides and hips as she begins to ride me, but even now she can’t stop with the questions. “Why didn’t you do something all those times I was upstairs naked in the bed next to you?”
Unable to answer her, I silence her mouth by kissing her as my hands force her down hard on me. She lets out a tiny squeal when I finally fill her completely, making my cock grow even harder. Her tongue slides over mine before she moans softly, and I lift her off me.
“Even in sex, you’re in total control, huh?” she asks against my lips.
I look up into her green eyes hazed over by desire and nod. She smiles and kisses me. “Let go of my hips. I want to be in charge.”
Nobody ever says that to me. Not women I fuck. Not people who work for me. Nobody. I’m always the one in control.
When I don’t release my hold on her, she begins prying my fingers from her hips. “Gideon, let go. Trust me. You’ll be happy you did.”
I reluctantly agree and put my hands up to show her I did as she asked. With a smile, she sits back down on my cock and sighs.
“Enjoy yourself for once. You might like it.”
Without answering, I let my hands come to rest on her waist and watch her as she begins to ride my cock in earnest. She’s sensual and open, unlike I’ve ever seen with her before. Regret for waiting this long fills my brain, but that’s pushed out when she rolls her hips to take all of me again.
“Tell me how much you love the feel of me riding your cock,” she whispers breathlessly.
I open my eyes and look down as her body takes all of me. Every fiber of my being wants to grab hold of her hips so she’ll go faster. I know that’s because I don’t have control right now, but it’s taking every ounce of willpower in me.
She’s waiting for an answer, so I try to focus on her face and say, “More than you know.”
It’s not what she wants to hear, and she stills on my lap and pouts. “Is it that you don’t want me? It seems like you do. You’re hard. So why does it seem like you aren’t enjoying this? You set this whole thing up today, not me. You dressed me like you wanted, brought me to this place, and then undressed me just as you wanted. What is it, Gideon? What’s wrong?”
Staring up into her beautiful face, I know as much as I don’t like to admit it, I’m wrong. I have been for so long that I don’t know how to be right again. It’s not Aria. I wanted her that night at Angeloni’s party and I’ve wanted her every day and night since. I made that deal with her asshole ex-boyfriend because I couldn’t stand to let him have her any longer.
None of that changes the fact that as much as I can want her, I can’t have her the way she wants.