Chapter 8

“So?” Rory’s wavering voice called from the dark. “What happened?”

In mid-step, Anna froze in the middle of their bedroom. Large fluorescent blue numbers on the clock sent an azure sheen across her husband’s face. So, no morning discussion. Why’d she think he’d wait?

Heart pounding, she swayed. Glossy and red, her shoes dangled from one twitching hand. In the other, she clutched her purse. Instead of replying, she remained quiet while tossing the heels into a corner. She dropped the purse on the bedside table.

“Not much.” She slipped the spaghetti straps from her shoulders.

When ghostly orange tendrils materialized around the blurring room, her pulse intensified. At the distant rumbling, quieter than at Aiden’s place, she gulped. What should she tell Rory?

“What do you mean?” His whisper was intense.

“Well, like we’d planned, I made him dinner. We ate. Then we talked.”

“And nothing else?”

After unzipping and letting the dress slide downwards to gather at her bare ankles, she flashed him a smile. The chilly air did nothing to cool the heat pulsing within her. With a quick dip, she scooped the red satin and dropped it on a chair.

“Well, maybe”—with her teeth sinking into her lower lip, Anna reached into the purse—”a little more happened.”

When she tossed a wadded damp ball of material at him, he clutched at it and gasped. It wasn’t just half a bottle of exquisite wine giving her courage. No, steady pulses came from Aiden. Somehow, he was watching. Even as Rory’s mouth opened to speak, she tugged her phone from the purse. While a finger moved on the screen, her heart thumped louder.

“Your stockings?” he whispered, his eyes on the crumpled ball of silk in his palm.

“He’s got wonderful hands, dear,” she forced from shaking lips. “Such long fingers. Very long. And so talented.”

When her husband released the bundle and the red lace panties fell to the bed, air hissed from him. As she stepped into the dim bluish light, his gaze shifted to her bare pelvis. When his trembling fingertips skimmed her quivering hip, her teeth sank deeper into her lower lip.

“Did he—” At his gulp and the sudden tightening of the shaky digits, she released a low moan.

“—fuck me? No, baby, he didn’t.” As she clambered onto the bed, she flung the phone closer to him. From the frozen image on the screen, light shone up into his wide-eyed face. “I cooked, and, um, Aiden ... Mmm, he provided the dessert. But”—she giggled—”it was a bit messy. Poor man. We really shouldn’t tease him so much. He was very full.”

“Oh, Jesus,” he murmured before raising his white-rimmed eyes to her.

As she looked at the phone, her tongue flicked around her lips. Caught in mid-stroke, under rivulets of white goo, her outstretched fingers held Aiden’s massive shaft. A shiny pearlescent trail dulled the wedding ring’s diamonds.

“Like I said. Aiden really needed to come, baby.” With an impish grin on her face, she slid her fingers under the covers, seeking his hardening staff. “You don’t mind that I helped him out, do you?”

Before he could speak, one slow rub of her tightening fist along his shaft brought a hungry moan from Rory. She flicked to the next picture. With the top of her dress down around her waist, she was kneeling between Aiden’s legs. A huge smile on her face, she swirled her pearlescence-coated tongue over Aiden’s enormous purple bulb. Its fat slit still bubbled with soppy ooze. Smeared across her red lips and dribbling down her chin, more thick chalky goo glistened.

“He’s got the most ... Mmm, God, baby, you’re so hard. Hmm, Aiden’s got the most potent cum, dear.” Anna’s slow stroking pulled more and louder moans from her husband. “And it’s so, hmm, yummy. You don’t mind that I guzzled as much as I could, do you?”

The surging pulse under her gliding fist answered the question before the quick shake of his head. With a gentle shove, she placed Rory on his back before straddling him. While lifting herself high above his hips, she smiled and shook out her dangling tresses. But once she’d lowered herself only enough to take his throbbing tip into her, she halted.

Just as she was about to speak, orange wisps materialized to wind around them. First, her heart’s drumming intensified. But when Aiden’s twinkling gray pools also appeared, she gulped. A quick tremor rubbed her fleshy petals along Rory’s knob, pulling a moan from him and sending the room spinning.

Once she’d gathered enough oxygen, Anna opened her mouth to speak. But as soon as his widespread hands settled on her hips, she tensed. And, resisting his downward tug, she waited. She knew what was coming. She’d known since Rory had muttered his first suggestion into her ear. As the air hissed from her trembling lips, his eyes widened. In her fist, his already hard cock swelled.

“You could, you know.” As Rory whispered, a forceful throb spread beneath her fingers on his shaft. “If, uh ... If you, um, wanted to.”

Although she’d heard the soft words, the sudden music, along with the powerful thundering pulse in her ears, caused Anna to shake her head.

“Okay. Or not,” Rory said. “I’m not gonna force you—”

At his voice, she froze. Rory thought she wouldn’t? With her teeth digging at the corner of her lip, her heart hammered quicker. Aiden’s soul-searing gray pools appeared in a circle of glimmering gold. When Rory’s thick bulb pulsed once again inside her, she gasped and flicked her gaze back to him.

“God, I love you,” flew from her lips before a growling moan as she plunged downwards, impaling herself on her husband.

The sudden motion ripped a winding cry from Rory and his fingers raked her sinking ribs. Until she slapped into him, Anna’s entire body twisted in his shaky grip. When she flew upwards, a desperate moan erupted from her lips. No sooner had she slapped her widespread hands on his chest than the creaking bed thumped against the wall as her pelvis moved ever quicker. With a curtain of hair flying around her face, her view of Rory was blocked. But Aiden’s glimmering gray pools never left her sight. And the waves she’d wanted to share with Aiden built higher and higher.

“Oh, damn, baby.” Rory’s heated breaths raced across her bouncing tits. “Yeah, that’s it. Mmm, fuck. God, you’re so tight.”

As his slender fingers slipped and slid along her sweat-streaked torso, the world blurred away. All that remained were Aiden’s eyes. All she felt were Aiden’s hands. And inside—a sigh shot from her between moans—not Aiden’s massive cock.

“Oh, fuck, babe. Mm-hmm. You’re so hot. Oh. Oh. Oh, I’m gonna...” At Rory’s hissed words, she swirled her hair clear to catch his wide-eyed gaze. With a growl, she clenched her insides. As her husband’s eyelashes fluttered, his fingers tightened on her ribcage.

“Yes, baby.” As her nails clawed along Rory’s arching chest, she gulped. Aiden’s eyes were still there. “Come inside me. Make me yours, my love.”

Even as the words left her lips, Anna’s breath hitched. Within her, Rory’s shaft swelled, then pulsated. At the first jet of warmth, her entire frame torqued in mid-air before slamming onto her husband’s bucking hips. A warbling cry flew free of her upturned lips.

“Fuck, fuck. Oh God, Anna.” Rory’s wavering voice echoed as his hands found her tits. “You’re clamping so fucking tight. Jesus!”

Unable to speak while gasping for air between groans, she was focused on Aiden’s ghostly smile as cum flooded her. His warm pulsating jets. Not Rory’s. When her eyebrows arched, Rory’s eyes widened. A scream of pure hunger—hers—echoed across the dark room as the headboard slammed into the wall. With the second scream, she mashed herself to her husband as he released another spurt into her.

“Fuck yes! Fill me!” With another cry, she ripped her hands from Rory.

Two loud thumps sounded when she clamped the padded headboard. While her pelvis raced back and forth, his fingers found and mashed her swaying breasts. But, unlike Aiden, his fingertips only pressed her tight nipples. Aiden had twisted them—hard.

“Oh, fuck!” shot from Anna as wet splashes pulsated from her.

Even as the last jet pumped from him, his eyes widened further. First, his hands stopped, but then his entire body froze when he looked down between them. With a groan, she unclamped her clawed nails from the bed and collapsed to his warm, heaving frame. With her heart hammering against his, quiet squelches marked the fluids still pulsing free of her.

“What happened?” As he murmured, his trembling hands drifted along her spine. “Y-You’ve never. Um, not like that.”

“I just ... I just love you so much, baby,” she forced out between heavy huffing breaths. “So much.”

As Aiden’s smile faded, she pressed her shaking lips into Rory’s tensing neck.

After settling into a chair in the conference room, Aiden swept his gaze around the crowd. More than a few met his eyes. And those were—different. Reserved. Since his analysis had poked the department heads, mocking glances had disappeared. With a sigh, he leaned to his tablet and thumbed one more time through the upcoming presentations. At a shadow moving beside him, he glanced up.

“Good morning, sir.” As Eva sat, she flashed a slim smile. “Sorry I’m late.”

“No problem, uh...” His voice tapered off after he caught the dark rings circling her red-rimmed eyes. “Um, not expecting any surprises. Are you okay?”

“Y-Yes, sir.” While cocking her head, she tugged the lapels of a powder blue blazer tight to her neck. “And, uh, you’re smiling today, sir.”

“Yeah.” After shutting off the tablet and sighing, he reclined in the seat with a widening grin. “I guess I am, Miss Graham.”

“Something big happening, Mister Wilson?” Though she scanned the room, nobody took notice. “Or happened while I was out?”

“No.” While the ring stayed curled and his eyes wandered the other attendees, he ran his fingers along the edge of the tablet’s casing. “Not here anyway.”

“Oh,” is all she said, before rolling her shiny red lips and sighing.