Benefits
1159 Words
Aaron's touch is greedy, yet not forceful. The hand on the back of my head keeps me from pulling away as he tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss even more. I feel high. The way his lips feel against mine makes me all giddy and my heart beats faster. My fingers brush along the line of his jaw, the stubbles of his beard rough against my touch.
A strong hand rests on my lower back and I feel a chill rush up my spine and settle in the depths of my stomach, filling it with butterflies and self loathe.
Aaron was a great guy. Possibly the nicest of the guys I have ever fooled around with, and I find myself unable to continue. It felt as if I'd be breaking something sacred...
The kiss breaks slowly, and I don't have the strength to pull away just now. His breath fall directly on my lips and I can almost taste it on the tip of my tongue. His thumb brushes over my lower lip, a dark purr of approval escaping from his throat. The tip of his nose presses against the lobe of my ear and I shudder, a shaky breath escaping through parted lips.
"You smell so good~" he rasps, his nose brushing against the lobe of my ear, before his lips start pressing soft kisses alongside my jaw, down my neck as his hand dips into my hair and forces me to lean my head backwards.
A breathless hum of approval leaves from my chest as my eyes flutter open, and I find myself staring at the wall. But only for a moment, because Aaron takes the chance and he pushes me on my back and pins me down on the couch, bringing my hand up above my head, while the other one presses harshly into his chest, trying to keep him from laying all his weight on me.
A short yelp fills the silence and Aaron chuckles as he dips his face into the crook of my neck, pressing soft kisses at the junction of my neck with my shoulder. I stare at the ceiling, unable to actually allow myself to enjoy it. It felt sinful. It felt wrong and no matter how much I tried, I couldn't get him out of my head. Him and his cold and distant eyes, his aloof attitude, his stormy blue eyes-
"Aaron-" I breathed out, half lost in the need that these touches burned within me.
The kisses come to an abrupt stop as he had reached my collarbone and he looks up at me, slowly releasing my hand.
"Too fast?" he asks, his voice low, a playful smile dancing on his lips, with no sign of regret or embarrassment.
When I don't answer, he looks at me with a raised brow. but not in a judgmental way.
"Is it because of Max?" he speaks the name with some sort of hidden loathing and I feel my skin turn to goosebumps.
I hurry to wordlessly deny his assumption.
It was definitely not Max...
The hand that had gripped my wrist, now slowly moved up and his fingers laced together with mine as he leveled himself with me, and leaned down to press a soft kiss on my lips.
"I didn't want to scare you..." he murmurs against my lips and my heart trembles with delight and my cheeks heat a little more than they already were.
Who would have thought there were considerate men still out there?
"You did not scare me." I admit with half a heart, my other hand coming up and slowly pushing through his locks, combing through his hair and stopping on the back of his hand. "But I would very much appreciate if you'd take it slower..." I add, uncertain of what kind of reaction this would get out of him.
Green eyes scan my face and his smile doesn't fade. Instead, it widens, and he leans down once more, brushing his lips against mine, inviting me to kiss him again.
Heat pools in my whole body and I want to throw all inhibitions out the window, but I can't. It feels dirty to disregard my own heart, just for the sake of some fun-
Or that was what I thought at first. But one thing leads to another and not before long, we find our way to the bedroom.
*** Aaron's POV ***
As morning rolls around, I wake up because of the rays of light that the blinds allow to pass through. At first, I have no idea what time it was, where I was or why I could smell peaches on me, but when I turn my head and spot a sea of soft curls on the pillow beside mine, I finally remember.
Selena was sleeping peacefully, her back turned to me, curled around herself under the thick blanket. I was well aware we were both naked, and that she was not facing me because she was not comfortable doing so, but nonetheless, I can't hold back from moving in a little closer.
I allow the tips of my fingers to brush the shape foo her arm, down to her waist and hip, as my lips press against her shoulder.
The woman stirs and lets out a groggy grunt that breaks the silence of the morning.
"I have to get going ..." I whisper, but I am not entirely sure that she registers it. She grunts in approval and i press another kiss on her shoulder blade before rolling out of bed.
*** Selena's POV ***
I wished I could forget I allowed something like this to happen, but by morning, everything was etched into my brain forever. Aaron was gentle, carrying and sweet and I can't comprehend my own feelings towards something of the sorts. Since when did I deserve such treatment? Since when are friends with benefits summed up by such things? Wasn't it supposed to be mindless rutting?
I feel the weight on the mattress shift and I turn around. through the sleep haze, I see none other but Aaron, stepping away from the bed, collecting his discarded clothing.
His back was turned to me and if i were not half asleep, I might have admired the way his muscles moved with each and every move.
"Will you come tonight to my exhibit?" I find myself asking, my voice low, my words laced with tiredness.
"Is that tonight?" he asks, not turning to face me, as he started dressing up.
"Mhm. I've been telling you about it-"
I am not given the chance to finish up what I had to say, because he walks right back to the bed and he leans over and silences me with a kiss.
"I'll see if I can come." he hums and my heart sinks into the pits of my stomach.
He'd not come...
Of that I was certain.
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