His eyes were so strikingly greying person that Ariel almost fell on her knees. He was so beautiful. And dangerous. So fucking dangerous.Ariel stood rooted to her bedroom floor as she stared at Aaron and then at the extended tray. "Good morning, Mrs Ariel. My mother said you skipped lunch yesterday, so I offered to bring up your breakfast for you. I hope I didn't disturb your rest" Aaron said. His eyebrow piercing glinting in the light. "Uhm, no. You... I... I was resting. I f...fo...forgot to eat"Ariel stuttered as she took the food tray from his hands and then proceeded to slam the door in his face. "I'm sorry, I still don't feel too well. Thank Felicia for me!!" she said to the locked door hoping he would hear from the other side and hopefully leave her alone, forever. It was bad enough that she was seeing him in her dreams, fucking him in her dreams, but why would he show up at her door? The universe was definitely playing a sick game with her. She looked up to her ceiling
Fuck!! Why today of all days?! She was too horny to be faced with a hot man like this in her vulnerable state. Ariel swallowed loudly as her eyes moved up to look at his face. This was going to be a big problem!!! He was tall, very tall. She stood almost a foot and a half shorter than him. His eyes were an icy grey, made even more pronounced by the silver piercing on his eyebrow. His chin was sharp, spotting very short, trimmed beards. His neck was covered in various tattoos. "Your-your son? You have a son? Wait, of course you have a son. You told me about him. I'm sorry... I'm just out of it today" She prattled on, dazed and confused.Ariel finally shook her head, and plastered a broad, warm smile on her face. "Welcome, Aaron. It's nice to meet you. Your mother has spoken non stop about you. I hope your stay here will be comfortable. Please keep your mother away from heavy work while you're here. I've tried, but she never listens"Felicia, her housekeeper groaned in protest, but
"The number you're calling is not available at the moment, please try again later or leave a message after the beep..." "Oh come on!!! At least try to pick up your damn phone!!!" Ariel was seething with annoyance. This was the tenth time she had tried to call her husband, and the tenth time she was led to voicemail. Her pussy clenched for the 100th time. She had woken up feeling such intense need for sex, and it didn't help that she was alone. "Ugh!! What the fuck is going on with me?! She looked at the calendar and then slowly calculated with her fingers just as realization dawned on her, of course she was ovulating. That was why she had woken up feeling like a street dog in heat. She shook her head and tried to dispel the slutty thoughts that crowded her brain. Her husband wasn't even home. Her husband Davis was the CEO of an investment company has been away for work for a month. "What's the difference?" She sighed as she walked to her private suite bedroom. "... It
MikaylaSunlight sliced through the blinds the next morning. Mikayla blinked her eyes awake slowly, her body aching in all the best ways.She stretched out her sore muscles, skin sticky with sweat. A warm body was pressed against her back. Rita's arm slung over her waist, her warm sleeping breath was hot on her neck.She smiled. Last night wasn’t a dream. They fucked until Mikayla forgot what guilt felt like. Until she stopped caring who she belonged to and chose, if only for the night, the one who made her feel something.Mikayla shifted slightly. Rita stirred behind her, murmuring sleepily.“Mmm… Morning.”Mikayla turns, brushes a kiss to Rita’s forehead. “Morning.”They did not speak after that. Just held each other. Bare. Quiet. Breathless.Mikayla thought about her fiancé. About the ring in her purse. The future mapped out in clean lines and crisp vows.She did not feel ready to face any of it. Not yet. And if she was honest with herself, not ever. She heard a light knock from t
Ten minutes later, Mikayla stepped into Rita’s apartment. Her hair was damp. Her face bare. She was wearing nothing but a hoodie and shorts.She didn’t speak.She just walked straight to Rita, cupped her face, and kissed her.This time, there was no hesitation. No alcohol. No doubt.Rita’s hands found Mikayla’s waist and yanked her forward until their bodies collided.Mikayla gasped. Rita kissed her again. Deeper. Sloppier. Needier.“Tell me you want this,” Rita said, voice low.Mikayla reached down and grabbed Rita’s hand, guiding it beneath her shorts.“I’m soaked for you,” she whispered.Rita groaned, fingers sliding under the fabric, finding Mikayla bare and dripping.“Fuck, you’re not even wearing panties.”“I couldn’t. Everything felt too tight.”Rita pushed Mikayla backward onto the couch and dropped to her knees. She yanked the shorts down and spread Mikayla open.“You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?”Mikayla nodded, biting her bottom lip, eyes wild.“Then le
Mikayla POVMikayla couldn’t sleep. Not after the way Rita had touched her, kissed her, ruined her.She lay in her bed, the one she shared with her fiancé, pretending to be peaceful, while her body pulsed with memories of the night before. Her thighs ached. The sheets smell like him.Crisp detergent. His cologne. A scent that once calmed her. Now it chokes her. Her nipples were still sore. Her mouth still tingled from Rita’s lips.Mikayla laid still, eyes wide open in the dark, the memory of Rita’s mouth imprinted on her skin like heat after flame. She breathed in, hoping it’ll fade. It didn't. Nothing could take this feeling away. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Rita.The way her best friend had pushed her onto the bed and slid between her legs like she belonged there. And God, had she belonged there.She gets up and slipped quietly from the bed and tiptoed into the bathroom. Her robe clung to her bare skin. Her thighs were still sore, not from her fiancé, but from the way