I couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp as I pushed open the bathroom door, only to freeze in place. There, standing stark naked with water still glistening on his toned body, was Aaron. His shoulders were broad, his chest dusted with dark hair that tapered down to a thick, uncut cock that hung heavy between his thighs. The sight of him—his ass so firm it could bounce a quarter off—sent a jolt through me, and I stumbled back, my heart hammering.
"Shit—sorry!" I blurted, slamming the door shut behind me before I could ogle him any longer. My face burned, but the image of him burned even hotter in my mind. I leaned against the hallway wall, my breath coming in short gasps. What the hell was that? I’d never seen a man so… perfect in person. His body was sculpted like a damn Greek statue, and that dick—thick, veiny, and uncut—was something straight out of a fantasy.
I didn’t sleep well that night. Instead, I lay in the guest bed, my fingers tracing lazy circles over my stomach before dipping lower. The memory of Aaron’s body played on repeat in my head, and I couldn’t help but touch myself, imagining his hands on me instead of my own. My fingers slipped between my thighs, finding my clit already swollen and aching. I moaned softly, biting my lip as I remembered the way his ass had looked.
I came with a shudder, my thighs trembling as I imagined him watching me, his cock hard and ready for more.
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The next evening, I was still thinking about him when a knock came at the guest room door.
"Fiona?" Aaron’s voice was smooth, confident. "Got a minute?"
I swallowed hard. Oh god. Did he know? Had he heard me? My pussy clenched at the thought. "Y-yeah, come in."
The door creaked open, and there he stood—casual in a fitted t-shirt and jeans that hugged his thighs in all the right ways. His hair was damp, like he’d just showered again, and when his eyes met mine, I swear I saw a flicker of amusement.
Then I heard it—a soft, needy whimper escape my lips.
Aaron’s eyebrows shot up. "Did you just—?"
My face burned. "I—I was just… humming?" I lied, shifting uncomfortably.
He smirked, stepping closer. "You were moaning my name, Fiona."
Shit.
Before I could protest, he was on me, his mouth crashing into mine, his tongue sliding between my lips with a hunger that made my knees weak. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I could feel his cock already hard through his jeans.
I moaned into his mouth, my fingers scrambling to pull his shirt off. He chuckled darkly as I shoved him back onto the bed, straddling him and grinding against his bulge.
"Fuck, you’re eager," he growled, his hands sliding up to palm my tits through my shirt.
I ripped it off, my heavy breasts spilling free, my nipples already hard and begging for attention. Aaron groaned, his mouth latching onto one, sucking gently before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. I arched into him, a gasp tearing from my throat.
"Your tits are perfect," he murmured, switching to the other one. His fingers traced the birthmark just above my left nipple, and I shivered at the sensation.
Then his hands were on my waist, flipping me onto my stomach. He yanked my panties down, exposing my ass, and before I could react, his face was buried between my thighs.
"Oh my god," I moaned as his tongue lashed over my dripping pussy. He licked me like a starving man, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks as he spread me open. His tongue teased my clit, then dipped higher, rimming my tight hole before sliding back down to suck on my folds.
I was a mess, my hips bucking against his face as he devoured me. "Fuck, Aaron—yes—right there—"
He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against my soaked pussy. "You taste amazing, baby."
Then he flipped me onto my back, his mouth trailing up my body—kissing, licking, sucking on my underarms, my neck, my collarbone—before finally capturing my mouth in another deep kiss. His fingers tangled in my dark blue-streaked hair, pulling just enough to make me whimper.
"Your pussy’s insane," he growled, his cock pressing against my entrance. "I need to be inside you now*"
I spread my legs wider, welcoming him in. He thrust into me with one deep stroke, filling me completely. I cried out, my nails digging into his back as he pounded into me, his balls slapping against my ass.
"Fuck, you’re tight," he groaned, his eyes locked on where we were joined.
I flipped onto all fours, presenting my ass to him. "Take me like this," I begged.
Aaron growled, his hands gripping my hips as he slammed into me from behind. His thumb teased my tight hole, and I pushed back against him, needing more.
"Please," I whimpered. "Put it in my ass."
He didn’t hesitate. His thumb breached me, stretching me open as he fucked me, his cock pistoning in and out of my pussy while his thumb worked my ass. The dual sensation sent me spiraling, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave.
I screamed his name as I came, my pussy clenching around him so hard he grunted, his own release following mine. Hot cum filled me as I collapsed onto the bed, my body trembling.
Aaron collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms. "That was wonderful," he murmured into my ear.
The memory of everything we did sending chills up my spine, as he holds me close to his chest kissing my forehead.