Chapter 3

Even several weeks after he had fled the Davis home, Aiden sat in class, listening to the professor drone on, but Mrs. Davis’ silky fingers slid along his shaft. And her deep brown eyes gleamed at him every time he closed his own. As his heart thumped, he shifted in his seat, adjusting his swelling crotch. The girl next to him narrowed her eyes at him when a gasp flew from his lips as his swollen head finally nudged upwards. With a quick smile, he returned to stare at the teacher scrawling on the blackboard below.

Yes, it had been a mistake to take advantage of Mrs. Davis.

Though she had come so close to going further, ring or not, her reluctance had prevailed. Another sigh, louder than he had thought; his neighbor flashed her tight eyes at him again. This time he didn’t smile, just gulped and clenched his pen. Throughout his body, tingles and arcs of crackling fire bounded. But it wasn’t fair to Mrs. Davis; she was nice. With a yelp, the pen flipped from his spasming fingers and he flung his hand out to snatch it before it hit the ground. It had moved so fast that Aiden hadn’t even seen his fingers clasp it until he was already lifting it. His neighbor stared.

Perhaps Mrs. Davis would forgive him one day. While another, this time softer, long puff of air slipped from his parted lips, Aiden rolled the heavy, circular golden mass over his fingers in his pocket.

Perhaps, but no time soon. Her emotions—were complex.

Still later in the day, Aiden stretched his lean frame across the bench next to Dan in the cafeteria. Each time a girl wandered past, both sets of eyes tracked and Dan would give his opinion. But Aiden remained silent. After finally noticing his friend wasn’t playing their usual game, Dan turned to him.

“Why did you decide to leave?”

As a cute black girl strutted through the room in heels and a skintight skirt and top, Aiden’s face remained impassive. “Eh, it’s been great, man.” His voice a monotone, Aiden replied as she sat, crossing her long gleaming legs. “Your parents are the best. But it was time to get a place of my own. I always felt as if I was intruding a bit.”

“You weren’t, bruh,” Dan said before whistling under his breath as he followed Aiden’s gaze, still locked on the sleek, dark-skinned girl.

“Thanks, man.” As she toyed with her dark, wavy hair, she was trying not to look over at him. The ring jangled with energy, or something like energy, in his pocket as he played with it. Aiden swallowed and added. “But I found an apartment and I am moving in next weekend. It’s all good.”

There, her eyes flicked to him just for a second. Wow, such full lips, they shined as her tongue flicked over them. Aiden gulped and tore his gaze away to look at Dan. “I am getting a big ass screen so game night is back on.”

As his heart raced and the ring singed his fingers, Aiden flashed a grin and gestured beyond his friend. Hair bouncing around her shoulders, a curvaceous blonde in a tiny pair of shorts and a well-filled blouse strode into the cafeteria.

“Mandy Evans. Stuck up little bitch.” Dan said.

“That you’d like to fuck until she couldn’t breathe.” Aiden grinned. With a blast of air from his lips, he released the ring before it left burn marks on his fingertips. It sank into his pocket, searing his thigh through his shorts.

“Well, yeah. But she’s got a boyfriend and...” Dan, face slack, gave him a taut grin.

“Yeh, about that girlfriend of yours.” Aiden spoke, his gaze now flicking between Mandy and the pretty black girl still struggling to hide her furtive glances. “How is Kate? You haven’t talked much about her.”

“Oh, she’s fine.” Dan replied, then sighed and folded his hands on the table. They trembled. “She wants to take things slow.”

“She fucking someone else?” Aiden said jokingly, his eyes now on Mandy as she slid into a booth with several other good-looking sorority types.

“Probably.” Dan spoke in a low voice, his head and shoulders slumping.

Even as Aiden heard the sadness in his friend’s voice, the ring, pulsating, burned through his clothes and seared the skin of his leg.

“Hey. I’ve gotta go,” Aiden said.

I don’t need this again. Not now.

After sweeping his gaze from one girl to the other, Aiden lurched to his feet.

Not again. Not yet.

“Aiden, uh, my stepmom...” Dan rushed to add as he staggered back from the table as well.

Only then did Aiden freeze and stare at his friend’s upturned face.

“My stepmom,” Dan repeated, “She, uh, she wanted me to tell you, uh, you are welcome to visit. Weird, huh? Anyway, I told her I would ask.”

“She’s probably missing my sparkling morning personality.” Aiden laughed, hoping Dan didn’t detect the concern in his voice.

This whole time, Aiden hoped Mrs. Davis would forget about him, but, whatever the ring had done to her, to him, to them both, it hadn’t worn off. Each day, her desire, her frustration, her needs slashed through him. And every time she tried in desperation for ... Tried to relieve herself and failed, her anguish sliced into him, leaving him gasping for air.

That kind of control—Aiden didn’t want that. He didn’t want her—anymore. Really. But the ring did. All it hummed, every single damned day, was that Mrs. Davis was his now. Even now, talking with her stepson, her soul-shaking frustration and increasing desperation whirled through him.

“Tell her, thanks, but I’m pretty busy. Maybe...” Aiden forced a tight smile even as the echoes of Dan’s stepmom’s puffing hot breath gliding over him caused his cock to surge.

“Maybe never.” Dan cut him off as he snatched up his tray and gave Aiden a glare. “Got it, man. Look, I don’t know and I don’t wanna know, but she’s been different. I ain’t the brightest bulb in the box, but it started when you left.”

His eyes hooded, Aiden stepped away. He should tell his friend. Try to explain. Dan would understand. Maybe. Instead, he swallowed and gave Dan a quick wave. “See ya dude.”

“Yeh, bye, man.”

Aiden knew Dan’s eyes, and those of the cute black girl, tracked him as he fled the cafeteria. Mandy Evans never looked up. The ring said something about a “challenge.” Aiden sighed and then sucked in fresh air as he burst from the building and strode as far as he could, as fast as he could through the weaving students.

No! Not again. At least, not yet...

When her stepson mentioned he had asked Aiden about visiting, and Aiden declined, Gina muttered an excuse and stumbled from the room to cry. Almost a month had passed and without success, she had tried all her toys. Last week, even Paul begged to be left alone. Ever more desperate, she was close to having the Italian body-builder, who had been fucking her with his eyes for months, fuck her for real, against the wall in the locker room.

But she knew it wouldn’t help. Aiden’s eyes, the eyes of a gray wolf, hungry, piercing. Oh god, how she needed to be pierced. They stared at her every single time she closed her eyes. All day and all night. Almost a month.

At her wit’s end, as the fading rays of the evening sun slanted into her office, the chair creaked as Gina uselessly rubbed herself against it, gritting her teeth on her pen. So fucking horny! Nothing she could do. Nothing. Not a goddamned thing.

It was wrong. Aiden should not be her focus. Paul, her husband, should be her focus. But...

But he can’t make me come.

A mournful moan slid from her as the plastic pen crunched in her clamped teeth. Her jaw so tight it ached; her entire body trembled. Silky, so smooth. The ridges, winding, splitting into smaller ones, but each filling with pulsing blood, feeding—feeding what she wanted. What she needed. It wasn’t just Aiden’s eyes that she saw. And even as she gasped for air, under her fingers as they clamped the arms of her chair, his flesh glided under her fingertips, warm, sleek, and throbbing. Oh, how it throbbed.

And the taste. Oh, that flavor. How Gina missed that essence. Thinking it dirty, Paul never let her suck him, but she remembered from before she met him. Yes, she did. And Aiden’s pre-cum tasted like nothing she’d ever had in her mouth.

As she sighed and gathered her remaining energy to head for home, she jerked in the chair and stared out the glass at the darkening city. Shuddering in the squealing leather, the eyes reflected back at her were wide as Gina’s lips flew open.

Aiden just came again! Goddammit! That boy!

As her nails clawed at the chair’s trembling arms, her teeth dug deep into the battered shiny pen.

The waste.

His relief. Alone. Without her. How could he do that? Why can’t I—help? Or just ... Or just feel that relief one more time. And he had wasted his seed again! Seed Gina wanted. A blast of hot air rushed from her open lips as her eyes blinked back at her from the dark glass pane. No, she didn’t want it. That was wrong! She didn’t—did she?

Oh fuck! I’m so messed up.

After flinging her saliva-coated pen to her desktop, she staggered from her office, jaw hurting as she continued to clench her teeth. Even the fucking friction from walking drove her into the walls several times and Gina had to slide along them, huffing, or she would drive herself so near the edge again. He could waste—come, but she couldn’t. It wasn’t fair! A never-ending hell gripped Gina as she stumbled into her car and spread her legs wide. The aroma of her arousal flooded the interior as the leather seat squeaked with leaking moisture.

Aiden was the key. And she had driven him away.

I drove him away, because it was wrong. Wrong. Not right! A sin! Maybe a sin. Well, at least wrong.

“Goddammit!” she pounded her forehead along the top of the leather-wrapped steering wheel.

“Fuck me!” the naked woman on her knees, rocking forward before a muscular man screamed at the camera. She swallowed and begged. “Fuck me harder!”

As she cried out, her dark eyes unblinking and her black hair flailing in the air, his hands gripped her pale hips as he thrust into her. The image on Aiden’s computer widened out to catch the man’s glistening cock slide from her. Then he shoved her flat to pump his seed all over her heaving sweaty back.

Just as the porn guy released, Aiden grunted, threw back his head and warm wetness soaked into the washcloth he wrapped around his spasming tip. After freezing the last frame of the woman, now facing the camera as a pearlescent thread whipped in the air towards her, Aiden’s hands ceased. But his mast continued to spasm, flooding the cloth. The actress, dark hair, dark eyes, swaying full breasts. As his heart thrummed, he squeezed his root and grunted. Mrs. Davis? It wasn’t, of course, but it could have been.

A tremor cut through Aiden; not from the image, but a wave of frustration slammed into him, even as his own body relaxed. He had come and she could not. He hadn’t meant for that to happen. Aiden hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. The ring ... That fucking ring. It had done this. To him and to her. What could he do? To go back there was wrong. Mrs. Davis was his buddy’s stepmom.

She would get over it. As he nodded and slipped the dripping towel from his cock, Aiden’s hands shook. He was sure she would—wouldn’t she?

“But it’s been a month,” he murmured. Her need hadn’t even diminished. And how ... How could he give her relief? The poor woman. She was Dan’s stepmom. Nice. And now she couldn’t even...

With a grunt, he rinsed the washcloth and slung it towards the hamper in his new apartment; it hung on the edge before plopping inside. As he sighed, he sauntered from his bedroom to get some water. Scattered amongst furnishings courtesy of his parents, were the few things from the Davis home and his dorm room stuff. An image of Mrs. Davis, eyes watering, chest heaving and staring up at him from somewhere slashed into him. Her fists were clenched—so tight, like her thighs.

After swallowing, he gulped water and scratched his chin. “It’s gotta end soon,” he mumbled, before sinking into the couch and staring out over the pool beyond his little balcony.

Laughter and girl’s voices echoed over the water. Three bikini-clad coeds, one of whom, a tall, lean brunette, lived on the other side of the pool, strode onto the blindingly white concrete deck.

Every other time, the same guy had accompanied her, but there was no sign of him; only her two friends. Lean, with pert breasts and long legs, her friends, one a blonde, the other a pale redhead, caught not just his eyes as they laid out their towels. Their small, low-cut bikinis left little to the imagination. As he adjusted his swelling crotch, Aiden whistled under his breath. He needed a distraction. And he, and the ring, needed another test.

After grabbing his towel and slipping the ring into his backpack, along with his tablet, Aiden slapped on dark sunglasses. As he tried to act casual, he sauntered to the pool deck. Over the hedge surrounding the white concrete pad, his eyes flicked from one young woman to the other; none of them paid him any attention as they continued to laugh and talk about a concert they had attended.

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