4 - I am Always Here If You Get Scared
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4 - I am Always Here If You Get Scared
Ivy
I had practically sprinted out of his office, almost making fun of myself, when I tripped on my shoes. Thankfully, I didn’t fall flat on my face. Knowing he would be busy with his work, I reached home and tried to ignore the burning sensation between my legs and make us some dinner.
For two weeks, we had fallen into a routine. He would wake up early to go to the gym and make us breakfast. By the time I got ready and had my breakfast, he would be back home, showered and ready in his crisp shirt and silk pants, making a small lunch for both of us. I would cook the dinner and we both would have it together, sometimes calling Hayden and Zara. It almost felt like how it was before.
My stomach tightened with nerves when I heard the front door open. Even before he stepped into the kitchen, I knew it was Aiden, the intense air thickening with s****l tension when he greeted me.
“You’re early,” I said.
He tilted his head. “I didn’t have any more appointments. Do you need my help?”
I shook my head. “You can go freshen up. We can have an early dinner.”
Aiden nodded, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt. I swallowed, my eyes greedily taking in the tanned muscled skin. “We should watch a movie together. It’s been a while since we had any movie nights.”
***
Movie night was a terrible idea.
“Are you sure you are not scared?” Aiden asked, his voice low when the creaking paranormal sound continued from the flat screen of the television.
I had my eyes squeezed shut. “I’m not scared,” I lied pathetically, my voice nothing but a mere whimper.
I heard him sigh somewhere beside me on the couch and felt the warm blanket around my shoulders. I made a small sound at the back of my throat when he pulled me flush to his side, his arm holding me close.
“Now you can hide your face whenever you want, little Petal,” he crooned, his lips pecking my hair.
“Stop babying me,” I said, my eyes fixed on his side profile, the sharp jaw, his stubble, long lashes creating shadows on his cheeks.
“Then stop being a baby.” He turned towards me, my heart rate increasing. “It’s just a horror film. No one is going to haunt you.”
I didn’t believe him.
Aiden shifted, and I held my breath. Not because of the horror film, but because of how warm his body felt against my side. It was perfect, the easy, comfortable way we fitted together. I clenched my thighs, ignoring his strong, hot body.
“Do you want to watch something else?” He asked, his voice smooth, his hand gently running thorough my hair. I wanted to press myself against him and have his fingers run through my scalp.
“You wanted to watch this movie,” I argued.
“Because you chose this,” he said. “I asked you before to choose a rom-com, but you assured me you will watch this.”
Aiden was right. I picked the horror film because I wanted to show him that I was not little anymore and… I wanted to please him. I knew he enjoyed watching horror films with Hayden, how they would laugh at certain scenes and mockingly scare each other. I never stayed up to watch paranormal stuff with them. It always terrified me.
I looked between him and the television. Squealing at the horrifying jump scare, I pressed my cheek against Aiden’s chest and squeezed my eyes shut. His arm tightened around me and I heard the film music stop.
“Come on, Petal, you can open your eyes now,” he said softly. “It’s gone now.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, I promise.”
Trusting him, I opened my eyes and noticed the television was turned off. The living room was dark, a dim yellow lamp lit in the room’s corner. I shifted towards Aiden and realized I had jumped on his lap during the scary scene.
His eyes were pinned on my face, his hand rubbing my back soothingly, allowing me to stay on his lap. I bit my lip, knowing he could feel that I wasn’t wearing any bra underneath the worn-out tee shirt of my brother.
Shit, my brother. I had forgotten that Aiden was my brother’s best friend first. He saw me as his little sister.
“I’m sorry,” I said, trying to stand up from his thighs, but he stopped me.
“Shh, Ivy,” he said, his warm breath brushing my cheeks. “Stay. I know you are scared. Your heart beat has increased.”
It increased because I was on the lap of my childhood crush.
I didn’t complain as the side of my body relaxed on his strong chest. I could hear his steady heartbeat, smell the musky scent of his cologne. I wish I could press my nose against his tee shirt and inhale his male scent. Closing my eyes, I made myself comfortable on his lap.
After a few moments, I don’t know when I woke up in my bed. The blanket covered me and the fairy lights were on, the door of my bedroom was kept ajar. Aiden must have—
The curtain of the window flew in the dark, and my heart pounded in my ears. Nope. Not sleeping alone tonight. I took my pillow and tiptoed out of my room. In my sleepy haze, I knocked on the door. He opened it after a few seconds, raising his brow at me.
“I can’t sleep alone,” I said sheepishly, looking down at the floor. “I got scared.”
I was surprised to feel his hand on my arm tugging me inside. “I know, Petal.” He brought me to his bed and said, “I am always here if you get scared.”
The sheets of his bed were dark grey as I laid down on one side, nuzzling deeper in the pillows that smelled like him. I felt the slightest brush of his knuckles on my cheeks as he whispered goodnight and switched off the lights. I didn’t get scared the entire night, sleeping like a baby because I knew Aiden was sleeping a few inches away from me.
***
I woke up squirming. Wet arousal pooling in my underwear as I looked around the empty bedroom of Aiden. It was seven in the morning and I knew he would be at the gym.
Lying back on his bed, the smell of pine and his cologne wafted in my nose. I played the images of the wet dream in my head, his large hands stroking my body, ordering me to finish my assignments on time and showing him how I used my mouth on his hard length as he praised and degraded me.
Biting my lip, I slipped my hand underneath my pajama shorts, feeling the damp arousal on my underwear before moving it to the side and pressing my finger against the aching clit. A small moan slipped out of me. His name was on my lips as I whimpered, pushing two fingers inside me and twisting my pebbled n*****s with my other hand.
“Aiden,” I whispered breathily. “Please…”
I groaned, the sound of my fingers dipping inside me turning me on. Wishing they were his fingers, thicker and longer. His other hand pinning down my thigh, forcing me to stay still while he bruised my p***y with his hands and mouth, overstimulating me and edging me. I imagined his commanding voice whispering in my ear to spread my legs wider and not to come until he said so.
“Please f**k me,” I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut and arching my back. The cool sheets were a reminder that I was in his bedroom, his scent overpowering me.
I bit down on a pillow to muffle my moans when I orgasmed. I breathed loudly, gaping at the ceiling as my fingers drenched with my c*m, my core throbbing and sensitive, my n*****s red.
That was one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had. And that fast.
Shaking my head, I sat up on the bed, blushing at the sight of my spread legs in front of the mirror. My face flushed. My hair was a tousled mess. I wondered how it would feel to have his large warm hands fondling my sensitive breasts, his fingers tweaking my n*****s until I moaned with pain and pleasure.
I am a mess.
I made the bed, making sure that my arousal hadn’t left any stain on the bedsheets. I straightened my tee shirt, patted my hair, and opened the door.
My heart dropped in my stomach.
“Aiden…”
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