Castles Burning Part One (5 page)

“Tell me, baby.”
Aden said, sliding his hand up and down my body, watching my reactions carefully.

I was practically salivating now, as his hands trailed hot paths across my cool skin, rubbing, caressing, squeezing,
and scratching my soft flesh, then coming around to grip my hips, massaging me until I was excited beyond belief.

“
Please, Aden.” I moaned.

“Tell me, baby.” He said, and brought his teeth to my shoulder, nipping at my skin.

I grabbed his hand and put it back on my ass, and pressed his hand down, “Please Aden, I need you to.”

“T
ell me baby, need me to what?” He asked grabbing my ass and squeezing it hard, he twisted his other hand into my hair and gently lifted my head up, I let out a moan in response, it’d been so long since I’d been loved by Aden, and I craved it.

I slowly got
onto my knees on the bed in front of him and glanced at him over my shoulder, leg’s spread before him. He was staring at me, with pride and longing in his eyes. I placed my face down on the bed, leaving my bottom up in the air and with my left hand I rubbed my ass, still looking into his eyes.

“I want you to touch me here.” I told him
grinning and pulling my lip through my teeth. His eyes darkened as he watched me move my hand along my skin, caressing myself.

“Touch you here?” He asked
, resting his palm on my ass.

I nodded.

“Can’t hear you, baby. Tell me what you want.” He told me as he placed a kiss on my left cheek before biting it. I cried out a little, I wanted it so bad.

“I want you to spank me here baby, make my skin nice and pink.” I told him
, wrinkling my nose playfully at him.

Smiling, Aden sat on the bed next to me and
took my hand into his. He lead me over to him, until I was leaning across his lap, on my hands and knees. He placed his hand between my shoulders and I lowered at his touch, until my forehead rested on my arms. Puscifer’s Horizons came on the Ipod dock, and I closed my eyes in anticipation of the satisfaction. My skin crawled with the yearning.

Aden took each of my wrists gingerly into his big hands and stretched them out before my
head; I felt the pillows at my fingertips. He laid my left wrist over my right and his palm caressed the length of my arms as he slid down the back of my neck, along my spine, each vertebrae charging with electricity at his touch. I exhaled as he swirled his palm on the skin of my left butt cheek, caressing it, squeezing, and then circling. Trailing his fingers between my legs and tracing them along my labia, then back up to swiftly pop my behind. The sharp landing rippling through my nerves, making me tingle all over, crawling up my skin, blossoming along the back of my neck and making my scalp prickle, then he landed another pop to my right cheek before swirling and kneading my skin, again releasing the wonderful endorphins into my system, my eyes began to feel heavy with ecstasy.

“Were you a good girl whil
e you were away baby?” Aden asked, pulling my hair gently from over my shoulder and planting a soft kiss on my neck, and I finally caught the shift in his voice.

This is
the man whom only I know behind closed doors. The man only I can satisfy fully, the only man who can satisfy me fully. He trailed his fingers with a feather light touch down my spine, and kissed my tailbone; caressing me again before landing two more hard pops, making me groan and arch my back, my toes curling.

“Answer me sweet heart. Were you a good girl?”
He purrs into my ear, between gritted teeth, sending goose bumps down my breasts, as he lifts my head from the bed with his fingers laced in my hair. Tingles dance across my nipples as they shift slightly against his coarse leg hairs from the movement.

“No.”
I breathed, barely audible.

“No? What should we do about that?”
He purred, nipping at my ear, licking it softly.

“
Whatever you want.” I was practically panting.

With that said he g
rinned down at me and obliged, popping my bottom in a circular motion, starting on the top of my left cheek, then right. He pulled his fingers along my skin before popping the lower left portion of my bottom, and then the lower right. Only when my skin began to throb did I begin to feel whole again, normal again, my hands gripped the blanket, my hips grinding against Aden’s thick thigh muscles. As if reading my mind perfectly, Aden slid me off his lap and started to massage my bottom, pink and heated from the contact of his palms. He planted a soft kiss on each buttock before slithering up, his hands caressing my calves and squeezing the flesh all the way up my body to my shoulders, where he gently turned me to face him, settling between my legs.

Cerulean eyes met mine and instantly I fe
lt the magnetic pull, the need to have him fill me again, as I realized I missed him more than I even knew. Aden dipped his head to kiss me, first my lips, then my jaw and neck, resting his head on my chest for a moment before his warm lips found my nipple. I watched as he slithered his cool tongue across one, and then the other, his eyes never leaving mine, challenging me to move. It was like staring into the eyes of a cobra; held, mesmerized by the beauty and danger and the uncertainty of which side you might be charming.

Whe
n I felt him pressing against me, my legs were nearly convulsing with longing, and as he pressed forward, stretching me, filling me deliciously I knew this was what I had been longing for, for so long. As Aden began to move lithely inside of me I felt the panic and anxiety melting and draining from every fiber of my body, as each thrust ignited vibrations of pleasure. I slid my hands up Aden’s arms, to feel each ripple of his muscles, and then took his face into my hands, I marveled at how beautiful he was.

Aden’s hand came up to take the back of my neck in
to his hand, lifting me gently, with his other arm around my waist, and pulled me on top of him. I was now straddling him on the bed, sitting on his lap this way his face was just a bit below me, but very close. I could feel his hot breath hitting my throat, it sent chills down my breasts and I closed my eyes to revel in the sensation of his fullness this way.

“Look at me. Don’t think about anything but me. Understand?”
He ordered.

“Yes.”

“Yes what, baby?” He purred against my neck.

“Yes,
Aden.” I whispered as I twisted my fingers into his thick, curly black hair.

“Good girl, I missed you so much. I don’t want you to ever be that far away from me again.”

“I won’t. I promise, never.” I was really panting now, my eyes slid shut again.

“L
ook at me baby.” Aden said as he took my jaw into his hand gently. “I want you to sit down on me all the way; I want to be all the way inside you.” His hand slid between my shoulders to press my breasts fully against his throat as he lifted his hips to press deeper inside me.

Opening my eyes I let my knees which were on each side of his waist, slide open more, lowering myself
an inch or two, I could hardly stand him after all this time.

“Feel that baby?
” He asked.

I nodded
, I felt his need to have complete possession of me, and it excited me, made me feel special, important.

“
I like watching the reaction in your big brown eyes when you take all of me.” He said, wiping stray hair away from my eyes. Nodding in response, not trusting myself to speak I lowered myself to the hilt, dragging my eyelids closed as my eyes rolled back in my head. “I love when you bite your lip. Look at me baby, open your eyes. Please.” He said, his hands were pulling at me madly.

Deliberately opening my eyes for just a second and then closing them again, I wonde
red if my old tricks would still do the trick. I found myself wondering who he had been with these last two years. I didn’t want to think about the fact that Aden had likely slept with someone else, as I had, and I tried to push the thought away. My heart began thundering in my ears when he stopped moving under me and lifted me off of him. I sat back on my elbows and looked at him playfully.

“Are you pushing my buttons baby?” Aden asked slowly,
a lopsided grin spreading across his face. I nodded, licking my lips, trying to push the nagging question of
WHO
away.

“Get on the floor.
” He said, shifting his weight on the bed, and standing before me. I slowly slid from the bed, down to the thick carpeted floor.

“
Good girl, on your knees.” He ordered as he took some of my hair and let it fall through his fingers.

Fuck….yes. I did as instructed and waited impatientl
y for the familiar scenario. Aden’s hand came to rest on top of my head.

“Look at me
baby; open your mouth for me.” He said, slowly stroking his erection. I looked up at him demurely through my full lashes, smiling inwardly at the gleam in his eyes as they danced and twinkled like only I had ever seen them do… maybe. Pushing the thought back I closed my eyes as Aden slid deep into my throat, like I had done so many times before, sucking from his base to his tip before opening my eyes again to meet his, seeking his approval, which I found displayed before me in his astonishing features. I didn’t realize I was digging my fingers into the tops of my thighs until Aden instructed me to put my hands behind my back.

“Stand up baby, lean over the bed.” It was a perfect height for my hips to comfortably rest over the side, and take Aden
from behind. “Are you ready?” He asked, licking his fingertips and dragging them along my folds, which were already wet with my excitement.

He ginned wolfishly at me before sliding the tip of his penis along my lips, silky with longing for him, up and down the length of me
torturously, before finally sinking into me. Waves of satisfaction began to ripple through me once again and when he started to move I felt drunk with lust, if not the alcohol.

“How’s that baby?” Aden asked as he slowed his movement to a near agonizing pace. “Does this feel good?”

“Yes.” I sighed, sinking further into the soft bedding, nuzzling my face on the soft flannel, while gripping it with my fingers. Aden brought his hands to my hips and lifted me slightly and rested his thick fingers against my clitoris, before picking up tempo, and adding pressure to each thrust. The friction of the force behind him combined with the pressure of his fingers sent me quickly over the edge, sweet warm honey running down my thighs as he found his own blissful release.

***

Christie’s screams woke me up and I looked at the clock, it was almost ten in the morning. I scrambled into my sweats and tank top, and as I was running out of the room I nearly collided with Aden. I wondered briefly why he wasn’t still in bed with me, before the screams peeled out at the other side of the house again.

“C
hristie?” I cried out, as Aden and I entered the great room, Alex came in from the patio with a nearly finished cigarette and leapt over the couch toward their bedroom with a puzzled look on his face. After throwing the door open, I did a quick scan of the room before we found Christie huddled in a corner screaming, blood all over her hands. She was holding her stomach, and rocking back and forth as she stared at the blood, shaking her head.

“No…
” I whispered as I rushed to the bathroom to get a towel, “Christie why did you do this again?” I demanded from the bathroom.

W
hen I returned with the towel, I saw Aden, staring puzzled at Alex, who was slumped in a chair and had covered his face with his hands. I lifted Christie’s arms which were wrapped around her abdomen, to inspect the damage. I wrapped the towel around her left arm, which luckily had only one long thin cut; the bleeding had already begun to slow.

“I’m sorry Amber, I’m sorry.” Christie sobbed before crumpling into my lap.

“What the fuck is going on?” I asked Alex, who pulled his face down with his hands and pinched his eyes before motioning with his head to go out of the room. A quick inspection of Christie left me confident that the bleeding had stopped, and I peeled some of the towel away to be sure. The cut was much thinner than I originally thought, it was hardly bleeding now. Covering it again just to be on the safe side I kissed Christie’s cheek before standing and following the boys out of the room.

Aden and Alex were already outside,
I watched them through the glass for a moment, Alex was smoking a cigarette and Aden was listening intently as Alex told him something. I stepped out onto the deck and went to sit in one of the chairs, the soreness on my bottom suddenly made an appearance as I sat, it was worse than expected so I decided to lean against the table instead. I caught a chuckle from Aden as I did so; I winked at him before crossing my arms over my breasts and looking back at Alex.

“Give me one of those cigarettes.” I said to Alex
, holding my hand out toward him, he handed me the one he’d just lit before lighting another for himself and taking a deep drag. He scratched his head as he released the smoke, and stared out toward the lake.

“Her mother called about a month ago.
” He said, taking another drag from his cigarette, he held it pinched in his cup hand, like someone straight out of the do-wop era. “They released him.”