Chapter 3 Pleasure, Not Pain

Eva's POV

A couple more steps, we turn a corner. Aaron carries me into a building not too far from the bar we'd just left.

I can't see anything because he's got my head plastered to his shoulder, my feet dangling from his arms.

He stops moving and then I hear a voice. He's talking to someone.

"Just one room," Aaron says roughly.

Again, I swallow deeply.

He sounds like a very thirsty man. My cheeks flush when I think about how dark his eyes had gone just few seconds ago.

It's funny that I've never, for once, thought about sleeping with Aaron. Or kissing him.

I've always known and accepted that he's a very attractive guy but my dislike and constant irritation with him clouded any objective judgements of his charm.

There's the faint sound of keys jangling and then the squeak of a polished desk.

Aaron frees an arm to grab something and I softly gasp as he holds me steadily with just one arm.

I never realized he's this strong.

The next thing I know, I'm suddenly conscious and fully aware of his hard chest beneath his woolen sweater.

After collecting whatever it is from the guy he'd been talking to, he resumes his movements. This time, we're going up some stairs.

The rocky movements causes the alcohol in my body to slosh around, making me feel a bit tipsy. It's just what I need because I'm still very nervous about the turn of events.

Never did I imagine I'd be leaving that bar with Aaron Coleman.

Something beeps. When we pass through, I realize it's a door.

Inside the room, he doesn't let me down as he stretches in the dark, looking for a switch.

He finds it in no time and the room is suddenly illuminated with bright, cool light.

Silently, I wait for him to take the next action; lowering me to my feet but he doesn't.

"Uh, you can put me down now," I say, lifting my head from his shoulder to look at him.

My lips part when our eyes meet.

His eyes are now a darker shade of that strange blue color and his nostrils, flaring.

This close, I can even see his jaw tick with a muscle. It's fascinating but if he doesn't unclench, he might lose a few teeth.

"Whatever happens here tonight doesn't and wouldn't mean anything in the long run," Aaron finally speaks.

Speechless, I give a curt nod.

What I want to say is that; yes, I agree with you. Thank goodness. I don't want it to mean anything else.

But I can't speak. The gravity of what I'm about to do with this man who was a little boy that's always been in my orbit settles heavily in my chest.

To wade off the slight discomfort that's starting to build up, I lean into the effects of the alcohol and crash my lips to Aaron's.

Next thing I know, Aaron shoves me into the nearest wall, maneuvering my body so that it slips from his arms, pressing me to his chest.

My legs automatically wound around his waist as he deepens the kiss.

Aaron kisses me like it's his birthright.

Like he's always wanted this and I've given him the opportunity of a lifetime.

His erection presses hotly against my center and I gasp but it's swallowed by his fervent kisses.

My fingers connect behind his neck before dredging up to his hair, messing up his styled look. His own hands slide up and down my exposed legs.

I'd worn a very short mini skirt in hopes of enticing a guy at the bar. Who would have thought that guy would end up being Aaron?

The kiss I'd initiated is no longer my doing as sparks of electricity explode within me, setting me on fire.

My entire body buzzes against his. When he slips his tongue inside my mouth to have a taste, I shudder and moan.

This causes Aaron to make an animalistic sound. It's not a growl or grunt. It's something deeper, something preying.

It's a warning that I'm going to be eaten alive.

We kiss for what feels like hours before he tears away his lips from mine, breathing like he'd just run a marathon.

But Aaron is an athlete. He runs for the school and while I've never witnessed all his races, I can say I've never him out of breath like this.

His perfectly styled hair is now a mess thanks to my fingers running through them.

Aaron's eyes are dark with lust. Pure, undiluted lust.

I wonder if mine hold the same.

When he calms his breathing while I'm still struggling to get mine under control, he says to me, "Tangerine, there's no going back now."

Even while out of breath, I can't help firing back. "This will never happen again, it's just a one time thing. I won't get obsessed over you, calm down tiger."

This sets his lips into a hard line as he drags us from the wall, walking a few steps and then stopping.

Gently, which is surprising since I'd expected him to be wild, he drops me to the bed, carefully untangling my legs from his waist and sliding his fingers across my skin as each long one slips from his body.

He decides to hold one up so it's against his shoulder while I stare up at him with my heart shivering and out of control.

From this angle, with Aaron backing the light, he looks like a beast. A beast with promises to give me one of life's best gifts, experiencing pleasure like every living creature is intended to.

Isn't that what living is all about?

Pleasure.

But the one that comes with two bodies connecting, that kind of pleasure is out of this world.

I may have been going solo for a while but right now, I regret all the times I did.

I can't believe what I'm about to experience.

Aaron's eyes, still brimming with lust and something possessive assesses my body.

To go with my black mini skirt, that's flared out by the way, I'd worn a maroon halter top that expertly cups my breasts, making them look much bigger than they are.

My mass of curly hair had been let down for the night. I usually pack it in a bun or messy ponytail but tonight, I'd spent hours in front of the vanity to get the right curly pattern so it'll be let down.

It's one of my favorite things I'd inherited from my grandma. While I'm not as brown as she is because my parents white genes had taken over, I'd obtained my gran's curly hair.

Aaron disperses my hazy thought with his gruff voice. When I jotle back to reality, I realize that his chest his naked.

Well defined, chiseled pecs stare back at me.

Holy fuck my brain sings delightfully.

"Like what you see?"

I roll my eyes at him even though I very much like what I see.

"You don't have to impress me, Aaron."

"I know," he leans forward, looking at me intently, "it's what I like about you," something hot flashes across his features as he speaks in a voice edged with unrestrained lust.

The depth and roughness of his voice shoots down to my center, making me impossibly wetter than I already am.

My voice falters. "What?!"

Aaron chuckles at my reaction.

Did he just compliment me?

But before I can arrive at the answer, his wet mouth bites my nipple.

I moan loudly, taken aback.

He shifts the side of the top to expose my breast, giving him more access to the perky mounds.

"There's my babies," he says to them

I'd have laughed at the bizarreness of it but his mouth is doing wonders so the only sound I can produce right now are just moans and whimpers.

Of pleasure. Definitely not pain.

I begin to grind my hot center against his erection and he exhales sharply, making me shudder.

By some primal force, he grabs my waist to stop me from moving.

"We haven't even started, hold still," Aaron grits out as if in unbearable pain. Am I doing this to him?

Does he find me irresistible?

Something is about to flutter in my stomach at the thought of Aaron finding me attractive but my brain suddenly reminds me of all the years he's spent bullying me and not taking my name seriously.

I decide to hold still, willing myself to be fully present in the moment.

Aaron may not be the man of my dreams but I want to finally get laid and since he's here, I have to be in on it.

"Tangerine," Aaron shudders with his mouth full of my breasts.

The vibration from his throat sends an icy shiver down my spine.

We aren't even fully naked yet but it feels like we're both being burned alive just by slight contacts of our bodies.

"I can't hold it in anymore," Aaron voices out before claiming my lips once again.

This time, the kiss is wild and fast. I arch my breasts into his chest, missing his mouth on them, as he glides his tongue along my lips, tasting and taking.

Aaron hands come between us to play with my breasts as he ravishes my mouth.

Then against my lips, while our hot breaths are mixing together, he says in barely contained tight voice.

"No, really. I can't hold it in anymore."

Before I can blink, Aaron has shoved down his combat trousers, somehow rolled on a condom and with no warning, thrusts into my wet center like he belongs then after hiking up my skirt and pulling my panties to the side.

A scream rips out of me at the invasion. He'd entered me so fast I hadn't taken the chance to look at him but judging from how I can feel his cock in every wall of my cunt, then it means Aaron is as big as a elephant.

I grit my teeth, biting the insides of my cheeks to hold myself back from screaming again because Aaron had taken the first scream as an indication of pleasure.

The pain is uncomfortable. I've used a dildo before but I've never gotten as far as Aaron has. I can literally feel him in my stomach.

Aaron tries to move but it just increases the pain I feel so I stop him by shaking my legs around his waist.

"Wait," I breathe out harshly.

Aaron's own breath is labored and hard as he lowers his forehead against mine. I can feel beads of sweat on his temple.

"Fuck, you're so tight, Tangerine," he says in an awe.

I keep quiet, willing my body to adjust to his size. Just how big is he?

"It's almost like you're virgin," Aaron blurts out in disbelief as he slowly tries to move.

His remark makes me feel defensive so I don't know when I get heated and respond in a sharp voice. "What if I am?"

Aaron stiffens against me, his body hovering above mine.

"That's going to be a problem, cupcake," he says in an entirely different voice that tells me I'm in danger.