Page 56 of Friend Zoned

“Try to get it off,” he orders. His voice has turned husky and his eyes have darkened. There’s a dangerous tenor to his tone, and instead of scaring me, it makes my pussy wetter. I move my hands around, but it’s securely tightened. “Take it off.” I do my best to sound angry and not turned on. I feel myself dripping on his lap.

“Make me,” he says against my mouth.

His hand cradles the back of my neck, and he pushes my face down to his. He kisses me and takes the very breath from my body. “Aiden,” I manage to say.

“Aiden what?” he softly whispers. “What?” he says again. “Do you want me to untie you?” Sensing that he wants me to play along, I nod my head.

“I don’t think so,” he growls. He forces my shirt open and pushes it down before he attacks a nipple. “Not until I get what I want.”

I straddle him, and he holds me tight so I don’t fall over. His mouth lands on mine, and we commence a battle of tongues. Those big strong hands slide up my shirt again, and he caresses the skin on my back. Each stroke of his fingertips sets a new fire ablaze. He lifts me up slightly and pulls himself out of his pants. He’s hard and ready for me. He lifts me, and seconds later, he’s sinking into me, inch by delicious inch. As wet and as ready as I am for him, he still stretches me to the brink.

Since my hands are bound and I can barely move, he lowers me until he’s fully ensconced. He thrusts hard and deep. “Oh, God,” I say against his lips. I slide my tongue inside his mouth, and he sucks on it gently. “Let me get used to—” He puts a hand behind my neck, pushing our faces closer together, and swallows my words. He deepens the kiss, and I forget everything else but him. He starts to thrust, and I moan into his mouth. Large hands roughly cup my breasts, squeezing them with more force than I’m used to from him.

I do my best to unbind my hands so I can touch him but can’t. My attempts to get free fuel his desire. He wraps his strong arms around my waist, making me even more immobile while he slams into me repeatedly.

He leaves my mouth, and his lips find the base of my neck. He bites me, taking me by surprise and breaking our rhythm. He bites again, but he loosens his hold on me. He gives me enough room to pick up my pace, and I start to bounce up and down on top of him. Each grind of mine is met with one of his thrusts. I fuck him hard and fast. The strong scent of his cologne overtakes me. I close my eyes and throw my head back as I feel the pressure start to build and build until I call out his name. Wave after wave of ecstasy goes through me. He’s not far behind. He pushes my face back into his, kissing me deeply. He thrusts one more time before he grunts. I can feel him pulsing inside of me as he gives me everything he has.

The kitchen is filled with the soft sounds of our rapid breaths. I feel him soften and slide out of me. Finally, he unties me, and I run my fingers through his hair while we kiss deep and slow.

“That’s what I call a welcome home,” he says against my neck. We both laugh, but when I start to get up, he pulls me back into his lap. “Stay right here.”

“I’m oozing on your designer pants,” I warn.

“I want you to stay right here.” He kisses my temple. I turn around but remain in his lap, practically naked in the confines of his strong arms. We share one plate as he feeds me the three different types of tacos. He kisses me between bites of food, and everything vanishes within half an hour. “Mmhmm,” he moans as he scrapes the last bit of guac with a spoon. “Did you make us any dessert?”

“You’re a bottomless pit. How can you possibly still want more after eating all that?”

“I worked out twice today.”

“You already had dessert, remember?” I wiggle my eyebrows at him. “But I have cake.” I try to get up, but he tightens his arms around me.

“Let’s shower and have dessert in bed.” He carries me upstairs and into the bathroom.

“So, I did a thing,” he says about an hour later. He takes my bowl and finishes my last bit of cake and ice cream before putting it on the lamp table. He pulls me into his side and pauses the basketball game on his television. I sigh in contentment as I wait for him to continue. “I got you your own driver. He starts tomorrow.”

I don’t know what I was expecting to hear, but that wasn’t it. I know he makes a lot of money, but a driver doesn’t come cheap. “Um, what?” I ask.

“Your own driver. Your own car too.”

“So, you got me a car and a driver?” I ask him, and he nods. “You just decided this?”

Another nod. “Yes, and now that I’m saying it out loud, I realize it’s a bit heavy handed, but my intentions are—”

“So, I can use it whenever I want?” He nods. “No more packed trains to work or driving myself anywhere?” Another nod. “And you thought what? I was going to argue with you about that?” I climb on top of him and kiss him senseless. “Thank you. That is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. And did you hear? No more smelly trains.” I let out a laugh in the bedroom and hug him again. “You’re the best boyfriend ever.”

He grins and puffs out his chest. His smile makes him look boyish and rugged at the same time. “I kinda am, but since this is an equal opportunity relationship, you can boss me around too.”

“Oh, okay. So, remember that blue shirt you had on today?”

“The one you oozed on? Yeah, I remember.” I try and pinch him, but he grabs both my wrists.

“Well, you look really good in blue. Too good, in fact. So, I only want you to wear blue shirts when I’m around.” I hold my breath and do everything I can to hide my smile.

He looks at me and nods. “Done,” he says. “Blue shirts only for you. Any other colors?”

I burst into laughter, but he doesn’t laugh back. “Oh, my God. I’m kidding. Let the world see you in blue, as long as what’s underneath is only for me.” I try to roll off him, but he holds me in place. Neither one of us has on a stitch of clothing, and I can feel him hardening against me.

“I’m not. Do you really think I look good in blue?”

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