Until You (Off-Limits)

I stare at the skyline from my sofa, unable to fall asleep. Aria is probably fast asleep in the guest room, while I gave Noah my room. Three days. It’s been three days, and everything feels fucked up. I haven’t even kissed Aria, and she’s given me no indication that she misses me at all.

I couldn’t even focus on the game I took Noah to. Fuck. I was looking forward to that for months, but all I could think about was the guilt I’m feeling, the things I’m keeping from him. I’m betraying his trust big time.

I’m surprised when I hear a door open, and I expect it to be Noah. Instead, it’s Aria. She pauses a couple of steps away, her expression unreadable. “Gray,” she whispers.

“What’s wrong?”

She shakes her head and walks up to me. I tense when she drops her knee to the sofa, her legs between mine. She leans in, her hands threading through my hair, and then she kisses me.

My eyes fall closed as I pull her against me roughly, making her lose her balance. She trips, and I grab her, turning us both over so she falls on the sofa, my body on top of hers.

She tangles her legs with mine and pulls me in closer, her body flush against mine. The way she moans when I deepen our kiss and writhes underneath me… it betrays how much she wants me.

“Grayson,” she whispers against my lips.

I take her full bottom lip between my teeth, teasing her as I pull away. “What are you doing here?” I ask. “You’ve been going out of your way to avoid me.”

She looks into my eyes, and I swear I lose myself in them. “I miss you,” she says. “You’re right here, but I miss you.”

I lower my lips to her neck, kissing and biting, my movements rough. It feels like I haven’t seen her in forever. I’ve missed her touch, her body against mine. She buries her fingers in my hair and pulls tightly. “Stop teasing me,” she says, moving her hands down my body.

I look into her eyes and smile. “What is it you want? Tell me, baby.”

Aria’s cheeks redden, and that flushed expression of hers makes me even harder. I move so that my cock is nestled right between her legs, the black T-shirt that she’s wearing wrapped around her hips.

“You,” she tells me.

I grab the edges of her T-shirt and pull it up as Aria raises her arms for me. She moves to cover herself, but I shake my head. “Nyx, tits like these should never be hidden… Not from me, anyway.”

It’s been a few weeks, but she’s still insecure. Her first instinct is still to cover herself up. I grab her wrists and push them over her head, locking her in with my left hand, using my right hand to caress her body. “You’re beautiful,” I tell her, cupping her breast, my thumb teasing her nipple. It hardens underneath my touch, and I smile as my fingers trail down from her stomach to her thighs. I’ve learned not to spend too much time on areas that Aria feels self-conscious about. Just enough to show her she shouldn’t be insecure, but not so much that she’ll start to overthink. She squirms when my fingertips brush over her lace panties, and she pushes her hips up.

I smirk at her as I drag my fingers down the soaking wet fabric. “That’s not enough,” I tell her. “What do you want me to do? Tell me… Do you want my fingers buried in your tight, wet pussy?”

Aria gulps, and then she nods. I grin as I push aside her panties, finding her soaking wet for me already. She wants me that badly, huh?

I watch her as I drag my thumb over her clit. Her lips fall open and she struggles to stay quiet. She whimpers when I pull my fingers away and I chuckle.

“On your knees,” I tell her, and she obeys, turning over. “Fuck,” I whisper. “Baby, your ass looks phenomenal this.”

“Gray,” she whispers, her tone lacking the passion I was expecting. “I have stretch marks,” she tells me. “Don’t look, please.”

What the fuck?

I grab her hair and pull her head back. “Look,” I tell her, making her face the window. It’s mirroring us, and she looks sexy as hell like this. “Tell me what you see.”

I push her panties down her thighs, leaving them wrapped around her knees. “You, I see you,” she says. I lean over her and press a kiss on her spine.

“Let me tell you what I see, Ari. I see the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. A body beyond compare, tits that I can actually grab and an ass I’d be smacking if it didn’t make so much noise.”

Aria gasps when I push two fingers in, stimulating her G-spot. She moans and I reach around her, wrapping my free hand over her lips. “Quiet, Nyx. Or do you want to wake your brother up? I’m all for telling Noah, but maybe not like this.”

I look at her in the window’s reflection, and she’s so fucking beautiful. “I need you,” I tell her, and she nods. I grab her hips and align my cock, watching it slip into her, inch by inch.

I will never get enough of her. The way her pussy clamps down on my dick is unreal, and the view she’s presenting me with is almost too much. I pull back, all the way out of her, before slamming back into her, going deeper than usual.

Aria groans and shakes her head. “Too deep,” she says, and I smile.

“You’ll get used to it. I’ll stretch your pussy out to fit me perfectly,” I say, trying my best to control my movements a little better. She makes it so easy to lose control.

“I want you closer,” Aria says, and I nod in agreement, slipping out of her.

“Ride me,” I tell her, sitting back and pulling her on top of me. She looks startled, and I grin at her. She’s beautiful, and I’m glad she’s finally becoming more comfortable with her body. The sex was good back when she refused to take off her bra, but it’s even better now that she doesn’t feel the need to hide from me. Having her completely bare like this, the trust and this closeness… It’s unreal.

Aria places her hands on my shoulders, her eyes on mine as she sinks down on me. She moves slowly, driving me crazy. The way she moves on top of me, the way she moans against my lips… Yeah, I’ll never get enough of her.