Chapter 71 MINE TONIGHT
Aaron's POV
Erica's hands slipped under my shirt, warm and bold, and I froze solid.
"Little Bee, you're asking for trouble," I muttered low, but her eyes locked onto mine: drunk as hell, yet still sharp, like a deadly sniper aimed straight at my soul.
She had already undone a few buttons of my shirt earlier in the car, her fingers roaming around my bare chest like she owned it.
"You're ripped," she murmured, tracing the lines. "I thought you would have a dad bod or something dry."
A dark sneer tugged at my lips. "I have to be breathtaking, Little Bee. How else will girls fall for me?"
I felt Diego's stare burning from the rearview mirror, prying like always. I shot him a hard glare, and he looked away instantly.
Erica wasn't peaceful the whole ride, her face kept nuzzling into my chest, cuddling closer, mumbling soft words about how comfortable I felt, how safe.
Goodness, I would tease her mercilessly about this tomorrow.
The car halted at my villa. Finally. I stepped out, pulling Erica with me as she struggled to stand upright.
"Should I grab the condoms, boss?" Diego asked, smirking.
My gaze darkened, boring into him until his lips sealed shut.
"Understood," he muttered quick, starting the engine and peeling off. Smart, he should run while my mood wasn't completely black.
"Let's get you a bath," I said, my voice low.
Erica nodded eagerly, rushing toward the entrance like an excited kid. I froze for a second. Was she robbed of her childhood or something? How did the drugs turn her into this playful, innocent version?
"Wait," I called as we stepped inside.
She stopped, blinking those long lashes up at me. I placed my hands on her waist, lifting her effortlessly, letting her soft ass rest against my forearm. Fuck, she was plush, warm and yielding.
Imagining her moans made my cock throb hard, pulsing with raw want. I shoved the thoughts down as I carried her to the bedroom.
I set her gently on the bed, but she wouldn't let go, her arms wrapped tighter around my waist.
I arched a brow, gazing down at her. "Bee, let go."
"No," she pouted, stubborn even when wasted.
A rough chuckle escaped me. I grabbed her arms, pinning them above her head on the mattress.
"You're playing with fire, Little Bee," I warned, my voice grave.
But then her eyes glistened up at me: lost in them, they felt like home, familiar in a way that twisted my gut. The longer I stared, the more I noticed the faint green beneath... the contacts.
My fingers reached gently, thumb brushing near her eye to ease the lens out without hurting her.
But I froze when her hands slid lower... gripping my belt like it belonged to her.
"...?"
Before I could react, her lips crashed onto mine: soft, hot, just like in the bathroom. I tried to hold back, but this unleashed the beast inside me.
My grip on her hands loosened. She deepened the kiss instantly, arms circling my neck, her tongue teasing my bottom lip. I went numb for a beat, then kissed back fierce, sliding my tongue into her mouth, sucking, rolling against hers.
She moaned muffled into me, the sound shooting straight to my cock, my eyes flashed dark with hunger.
Her fingers worked the rest of my buttons, shoving the shirt open. My sculpted chest and abs bared: her eyes trailed down my veins, cuts, the works. She pulled back from the kiss, staring like she wanted to devour every inch.
"Admiring?" I rasped.
She nodded slow, her eyelids dropping.
She moved closer, her hands dragging the shirt off my shoulders. I let her, not shocked, just giving in because my body was betraying me hard.
Her palms trailed my abs, pure admiration burning in her gaze... until it darkened.
"Why did you leave me behind? What if-"
"No buts," I cut her off sharp.
She froze, then her smile widened—wicked, teasing. She slammed her lips back on mine, tasting like strawberries and sin.
Her hands roamed everywhere, and...
This.
She flipped me over in a swift move, now straddling me, her eyes locked down, her palms planted on the bed beside my head.
A dark chuckle rumbled from my chest. "What's the special occasion?"
She didn't answer, just held my stare, making me arch a brow.
Her shirt was thin, almost transparent, those soft nipples pebbled hard, poking through, begging. I didn't hide it; my eyes feasted.
She noticed, her cheeks flushing deeper, and her hands dropped to the hem. Before I could stop her, she pulled the shirt off, tossing it aside.
Her perfect breasts bounced free: full, flushed, her nipples tight and pink.
I froze. "What are you doing?"
"You were staring," she whispered, her voice breathy.
My lips parted to protest, but nothing came out. My gaze was pitch black now, hungry.
She shifted, dropping her ass right on my waist, grinding soft. Fuck. So damn plush.
"Bee, you're inviting danger," I growled.
She didn't speak, just grabbed my hands, guiding them up to cup her breasts.
"Measure them," she said, bold as hell.
My eyes dropped to her body. Not my first time seeing or touching a woman, but this? It hit different: electric, possessive. I couldn't pin why.
"Little Bee, I won't hold back once I start. Don't test me," I warned, my voice rough.
But drunk Erica was stubborn fire. She pressed my hands harder, making me squeeze. I froze as her breasts filled my palms-soft, heavy, perfect.
My cock throbbed painfully, my eyes snapped wide as I stared at her.
"Are they big?" she asked, gazing straight into my soul.
"Do you do this with everyone when you're drunk?" I shot back, my lips twitching. The thought of her like this with another guy? It made me cold-violent, ready to destroy.
"No need," she murmured.
"No need?" I arched a brow.
She nodded. "You should count yourself lucky you're touching my boobs."
Then she slowly moved, that subtle roll made my jaw clench tight.
She was tempting me, provoking the monster.
I didn't even realize my hands moved, squeezing her breasts firm.
She gasped sharp.
Before she could react, I did it again, harder this time. A soft moan spilled from her lips: melodic, addictive.
I pinched her nipple gently, rolling it. She arched, gasping again, trying to protest, but my fingers worked magic-teasing, circling until they hardened instantly, begging for more.
She moaned louder, her body trembling.
I pulled my hands back just to tease. "Huh?" she whined, confused.
Then I leaned in, my tongue sliding out, circling one nipple slow, wet.
Her hands fisted the sheets hard.
"Wa-" she started, but the word stuck in her throat.
I flicked my tongue hot and fast. She squirmed, and I sucked her nipple deep into my mouth: swirling, pulling.
"Aaahhh," she moaned soft and broken.
A dark smile curled my lips. I sucked harder, tasting her sweetness.
Fuck.
She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me onto her chest like a hug. My hands roamed her bare back, it was smooth, warm.
I grazed my teeth softly, biting just enough. "Ouch-mm," she whimpered, pleasure and pain mixing.
My tongue hovered, lapping, sucking like I couldn't get enough.
Fuck, I cursed in my head. I wanted my cock buried deep in her...filling her, claiming her, watching those eyes roll back in bliss.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer.
I pulled off her breast with a wet pop, trailing hot kisses up to her neck, burying my lips there.
A sharp bite, suck....marking her deep.
She hid her face in pleasure, moaning into my skin.
I was leaving my territory, marking a dark hickey she would see tomorrow.
She would be pissed as hell when she saw it.
But tonight? She was mine!