Chapter 12 (Aron's POV)
I had her pinned against the wall in seconds.
And if I was used to having women let me lead the way, let me tell you, Becky was not one of them.
She gave as good as she got.
My hands didn't want to be on the nice side either.
They were all over her.
I could hear a small voice in my head telling me to stop, that it was not a good idea, but right now, I couldn't care less.
This woman was perfect in every way possible.
From the way she got everything done with determination and passion, to the way she handled her practically destroyed career as a model. And last but not least, the way she defended me, even though she didn't know me for long.
The way she got mad at my biological mother was something I never experienced from another person.
Those few that knew the story usually gave me a look full of pity, but in her eyes I could only detach rage and understanding.
And I have no idea why, but it was a turn on for me.
All the consumed alcohol probably had something to do with it as well.
I doubt I would even be ready to tell her the whole story otherwise.
But right now I had no time to dwell on those things, because there was a gorgeous woman in my hands.
And it looked like she was aching for me as much as I was for her.
I started trailing kisses all over her neck and down to her collar bone.
She was a moaning mess by now already, and each time I gave her a light bite her breath hitched.
Hmm, so she likes it a bit on the rough side.
Time to test that theory.
I put my hands under her ass and lifted her so now her wet middle was pressing right at my hard member.
Damn it, but if we didn't get to the action soon I would come like a teenager when losing his virginity.
So I sat down on the couch with her firmly planted on my lap.
First I had to get rid of her T-shirt, so let's get to it.
As eager as I was to get her naked, I was surprised my hands didn't shake.
So I managed to get rid of her shirt in record time.
And what awaited me there was pure perfection.
A simple red lacy bra with a small bow in the middle.
The lace was so thin I could see her nipples through it, but it was most definitely not enough for me.
So I pushed one of her cups down so I could have free access.
As soon as I managed to remove the offending lace I sucked on her nipple hard while my hand pinched the other one.
And a pure moan of pleasure escaped from Becky's mouth.
So I had my answer.
She liked a bit of pain.
I continued with sucking and pinching only pausing for moments when switching to the other side.
I loved her sweet moans and whimpers.
They were perfect indicators of me doing something right.
I was so into her tits that it took me quite some time to realize she was grinding herself against my hardness.
The pressure was just enough to start building my pleasure.
"Yes Aron yes. Just like that."
I could feel she was close by the way she was clutching my shoulders.
And there was no other goal in my mind but to make her reach that peak.
I sucked on her nipple harder and bit it lightly for good measure and it was enough for the firecracker in my arms.
What I didn't realize was how close she got me to my own release.
Just when I was about to enjoy her afterglow she pressed on my member one final time, harder than she did before.
And my world exploded.
She was limp in my arms and there was a huge wet spot on my pants.
Great. Now I have nothing to wear.
"You have some sweats in Mason's room. He left them behind when he moved in with Rachel."
It was like she was reading my mind.
Absoft chuckle escaped me and subconsciously I dropped a kiss on her head.
She stiffened in my arms immediately and as not to make it any more weird I stood up with her still in my arms.
"Ok princess but first we need to get you to your bed."
As a response she just cuddled closer to me so I took that as a yes.
I put her on her bed and she was out as the light in a few moments.
So I went to get myself a pair of pants and was just about to put them on when my brain went into overdrive again.
Did she want me to sleep in her bed?
Probably not.
The hint about Mason's pants was probably a subtle way to tell me I was sleeping in Mason's room.
Now that my mind was made I climbed into bed as well.
It was nearing morning and I had to get some sleep.
Tomorrow I had to come up with a plan to get rid of my biological mother.
And this time I had to get her out of it for good.
Easier said than done when the woman in question understands only the language of money.
Sure I had a lot of money but that didn't mean I was throwing it around.
And definitely not on a woman that never gave me anything except gave birth to me. And she thought she could just waltz back in my life and demand her share of it.
Not going to happen.
The end of the story.
But I would make those things a reality in the morning.
Right now as I said, I needed sleep.
And if I get to dream about the beauty in the room next to mine I wouldn't mind.
Not at all.