4 - I am Always Here If You Get Scared
Ivy
I had practically sprinted out of his office, almost making fun of myself, when I tripped on my shoes. Thankfully, I didn’t fall flat on my face. Knowing he would be busy with his work, I reached home and tried to ignore the burning sensation between my legs and make us some dinner.
For two weeks, we had fallen into a routine. He would wake up early to go to the gym and make us breakfast. By the time I got ready and had my breakfast, he would be back home, showered and ready in his crisp shirt and silk pants, making a small lunch for both of us. I would cook the dinner and we both would have it together, sometimes calling Hayden and Zara. It almost felt like how it was before.
My stomach tightened with nerves when I heard the front door open. Even before he stepped into the kitchen, I knew it was Aiden, the intense air thickening with sexual tension when he greeted me.
“You’re early,” I said.
He tilted his head. “I didn’t have any more appointments. Do you need my help?”
I shook my head. “You can go freshen up. We can have an early dinner.”
Aiden nodded, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt. I swallowed, my eyes greedily taking in the tanned muscled skin. “We should watch a movie together. It’s been a while since we had any movie nights.”
***
Movie night was a terrible idea.
“Are you sure you are not scared?” Aiden asked, his voice low when the creaking paranormal sound continued from the flat screen of the television.
I had my eyes squeezed shut. “I’m not scared,” I lied pathetically, my voice nothing but a mere whimper.
I heard him sigh somewhere beside me on the couch and felt the warm blanket around my shoulders. I made a small sound at the back of my throat when he pulled me flush to his side, his arm holding me close.
“Now you can hide your face whenever you want, little Petal,” he crooned, his lips pecking my hair.
“Stop babying me,” I said, my eyes fixed on his side profile, the sharp jaw, his stubble, long lashes creating shadows on his cheeks.
“Then stop being a baby.” He turned towards me, my heart rate increasing. “It’s just a horror film. No one is going to haunt you.”
I didn’t believe him.
Aiden shifted, and I held my breath. Not because of the horror film, but because of how warm his body felt against my side. It was perfect, the easy, comfortable way we fitted together. I clenched my thighs, ignoring his strong, hot body.
“Do you want to watch something else?” He asked, his voice smooth, his hand gently running thorough my hair. I wanted to press myself against him and have his fingers run through my scalp.
“You wanted to watch this movie,” I argued.
“Because you chose this,” he said. “I asked you before to choose a rom-com, but you assured me you will watch this.”
Aiden was right. I picked the horror film because I wanted to show him that I was not little anymore and… I wanted to please him. I knew he enjoyed watching horror films with Hayden, how they would laugh at certain scenes and mockingly scare each other. I never stayed up to watch paranormal stuff with them. It always terrified me.
I looked between him and the television. Squealing at the horrifying jump scare, I pressed my cheek against Aiden’s chest and squeezed my eyes shut. His arm tightened around me and I heard the film music stop.
“Come on, Petal, you can open your eyes now,” he said softly. “It’s gone now.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, I promise.”
Trusting him, I opened my eyes and noticed the television was turned off. The living room was dark, a dim yellow lamp lit in the room’s corner. I shifted towards Aiden and realized I had jumped on his lap during the scary scene.
His eyes were pinned on my face, his hand rubbing my back soothingly, allowing me to stay on his lap. I bit my lip, knowing he could feel that I wasn’t wearing any bra underneath the worn-out tee shirt of my brother.
Shit, my brother. I had forgotten that Aiden was my brother’s best friend first. He saw me as his little sister.
“I’m sorry,” I said, trying to stand up from his thighs, but he stopped me.
“Shh, Ivy,” he said, his warm breath brushing my cheeks. “Stay. I know you are scared. Your heart beat has increased.”
It increased because I was on the lap of my childhood crush.
I didn’t complain as the side of my body relaxed on his strong chest. I could hear his steady heartbeat, smell the musky scent of his cologne. I wish I could press my nose against his tee shirt and inhale his male scent. Closing my eyes, I made myself comfortable on his lap.
After a few moments, I don’t know when I woke up in my bed. The blanket covered me and the fairy lights were on, the door of my bedroom was kept ajar. Aiden must have—
The curtain of the window flew in the dark, and my heart pounded in my ears. Nope. Not sleeping alone tonight. I took my pillow and tiptoed out of my room. In my sleepy haze, I knocked on the door. He opened it after a few seconds, raising his brow at me.
“I can’t sleep alone,” I said sheepishly, looking down at the floor. “I got scared.”
I was surprised to feel his hand on my arm tugging me inside. “I know, Petal.” He brought me to his bed and said, “I am always here if you get scared.”
The sheets of his bed were dark grey as I laid down on one side, nuzzling deeper in the pillows that smelled like him. I felt the slightest brush of his knuckles on my cheeks as he whispered goodnight and switched off the lights. I didn’t get scared the entire night, sleeping like a baby because I knew Aiden was sleeping a few inches away from me.
***
I woke up squirming. Wet arousal pooling in my underwear as I looked around the empty bedroom of Aiden. It was seven in the morning and I knew he would be at the gym.
Lying back on his bed, the smell of pine and his cologne wafted in my nose. I played the images of the wet dream in my head, his large hands stroking my body, ordering me to finish my assignments on time and showing him how I used my mouth on his hard length as he praised and degraded me.
Biting my lip, I slipped my hand underneath my pajama shorts, feeling the damp arousal on my underwear before moving it to the side and pressing my finger against the aching clit. A small moan slipped out of me. His name was on my lips as I whimpered, pushing two fingers inside me and twisting my pebbled nipples with my other hand.
“Aiden,” I whispered breathily. “Please…”
I groaned, the sound of my fingers dipping inside me turning me on. Wishing they were his fingers, thicker and longer. His other hand pinning down my thigh, forcing me to stay still while he bruised my pussy with his hands and mouth, overstimulating me and edging me. I imagined his commanding voice whispering in my ear to spread my legs wider and not to come until he said so.
“Please fuck me,” I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut and arching my back. The cool sheets were a reminder that I was in his bedroom, his scent overpowering me.
I bit down on a pillow to muffle my moans when I orgasmed. I breathed loudly, gaping at the ceiling as my fingers drenched with my cum, my core throbbing and sensitive, my nipples red.
That was one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had. And that fast.
Shaking my head, I sat up on the bed, blushing at the sight of my spread legs in front of the mirror. My face flushed. My hair was a tousled mess. I wondered how it would feel to have his large warm hands fondling my sensitive breasts, his fingers tweaking my nipples until I moaned with pain and pleasure.
I am a mess.
I made the bed, making sure that my arousal hadn’t left any stain on the bedsheets. I straightened my tee shirt, patted my hair, and opened the door.
My heart dropped in my stomach.
“Aiden…”
5 - I Hate LiarsAidenI was expecting to see Ivy sleeping between my pillows and blankets, her pouty lips parted, looking like a sweet angel.What I was not expecting was her soft voice, whispering my name over and over again with a gasp between them. As soon as I walked upstairs, ready to wake her up after my early workout in the gym, I heard her moans. Her sinful whimpers drew me closer to the unlocked door, my eyes squeezing shut. “Aiden,” I heard her breathy voice. “Please…”My skin tightened, and blood rushed down to my crotch. I clenched my jaw, controlling myself with pure will when my dick pressed against the boxers, urging me to use my hand. Or barge inside and order her to beg more. Hear her little whines of desperation. Tell me what she wanted. My naughty little Petal. I heard the wet sounds of her cunt, soaked with her arousal. My breathing turned harsh, and I wanted nothing more than to wrap my hand around her throat and use my hands on her. Plunge my fingers inside
6 - Why Are You Lying to Me?Ivy“No, tell me, did he do that thing with his tongue?” I giggled, seeing her scrunched face, and shook my head. Her English accent was stronger as she lived in Azmia, in the Golden Palace, and it made me happy seeing her glowing, warm face. “Why are you laughing? I’m serious, I want to know.”“No, Zara, he didn’t… he didn’t do anything with his tongue.”She said nothing for a moment, straightening her phone, the background of one of the gardens in the palace as she walked slowly, guards following her as she finally said, “What an asshole.”I chuckled, playing with the hem of my dress. “I still can’t believe you are a Princess.”Her smile softened, her short dark hair framing her elfin face with sharp cheekbones and hazel eyes that glinted in the sunlight. “I apologize for not telling you sooner about… everything, Ivy.”I knew. She had apologized and accepted my brother’s proposal, the same man whom she was pining over for years until she stumbled into
7 - You Filthy Little GirlIvy“W-what?” Aiden placed the diary on the coffee table between us, including the ruffled pages all straightened out. I looked at the leather-bound diary and those pages with wide eyes. He knows. He read it. He read how I fantasize about him. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice deep. I shook my head, closing my eyes and wanting to run away. I felt embarrassed. I didn’t want him to look at me. I didn’t want Aiden to know how I felt about him like that. Zara was right. Only if I had confessed my feelings before, none of this would have happened. Aiden repeated himself, but it was a warning. “I said look at me, Petal.”I didn’t move an inch, hoping, praying that it was all an embarrassing dream and I would wake up soon. “I won’t repeat again, Petal.” He said, his low voice making me shiver. “Look. At. Me.”Too scared and embarrassed to do something else, I raised my eyes and saw the swirls of emotions in his onyx eyes. With his jaw clenched, he nodded
8 - I Don’t Tolerate LiesAidenI caressed the soft skin of her arms, her bare thighs straddling my lap. Mussed waves of her dark hair. I could feel her body trembling over me, the way her hand curled over my shirt, her face hidden in my chest. If I couldn’t believe that Ivy, my little Petal, gave me one of the best blowjobs I have ever had moments ago, then it must be hard for her to believe it too. Or she didn’t expect me to spank her. Or fuck her mouth like that. Or order her to crawl for me…My large hands glided over her back, under her dress, and squeezed the burning skin of her ass. Ivy whimpered, brushing herself on top of me. Fuck. I controlled myself to take it slow, but I didn’t expect her to have such dirty and hot fantasies regarding me. I thought I was her silly crush, but not anymore. I pulled her closer to me, leaving no space between our bodies, and tipped her jaw to look at me. Her soft breasts pressed against my muscular chest. Her blue eyes were shimmering wit
9 - Spread Your LegsIvyHe chuckled, the sound of his low smoky laugh spreading over my body and nestling between my legs. Fuck, I really want him. Especially the way his grin lit up his handsome face, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and the way his dark eyes gleamed with pure lust.Holding my jaw, Aiden brought me close and pressed his lips over mine. He growled, nipping at my bottom lip, “Such a greedy little Petal.”I smiled and pressed myself closer to him, inhaling his spicy male scent and tugging at the curls of his hair. He groaned and pulled me closer, if it was possible, his hands holding my hips and sliding down to cup my ass.A whimper made its way out of my lips when I felt him grow hard underneath me. I was soaking wet after the spanking, and even after that mind-blowing orgasm, I wanted more. More of Aiden. I pulled away when he took us to his table, my legs firmly wrapped around his strong hips. But then I got distracted by his neck. I kissed the soft skin below h
10 - Can I Join You?Aiden“Guess what I found on my way back here, Petal.” I had a small smile on my lips as I closed the main door behind me and looked at the box of macaroons that were Ivy’s favorite. After my call, I knew she was uneasy. I had to make sure she knew we were on the same page about what we had done. I still smelt like sex and her and fuck, it was the best feeling ever. I wanted to fuck her again. “Aiden.” My smile slipped off hearing that voice. I stayed frozen in the hallway as I looked at her golden hair in perfectly coiled waves, her face sharp and eyes cold as she titled her head at me and the box in my hands. “What the fuck are you doing here?” My voice was harsh enough to make anyone flinch, but it didn’t work on Addison. It never did. She would need a heart and emotions to know that I left her because I was angry at her, disappointed and miserable in our so-called relationship. “Addison said she wanted to talk to you.” My eyes flickered to Ivy. Her wide b
11 - Good GirlIvy“I prefer the lilac color.”“Of course, you do.” I pouted and batted my lashes at him, but he booped my nose and said, “Be good.” Aiden walked over to see another curtain. We were in IKEA, shopping for furniture and the necessary stuff for Aiden’s new home. After joining me in the shower, completely naked, he had conditioned my hair when I told him I already shampooed it and asked—no, ordered me, to stay steady and keep my back arched when he knelt on the bathroom floor to eat me out. I would have slipped and gotten concussion when I climaxed in a couple of minutes if his arm hadn’t held me. When we had finally walked out of the shower and got dressed, he told me he wanted to celebrate with me for getting a new home. “You bought a house?” I was excited. Very excited. So much. But it meant not having him at Hayden’s house more often. It meant no sharing breakfasts or dinners or showering together or sleeping with him on the bed after watching a scary movie togeth
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