Until You (Off-Limits)
Until You: Chapter 33

I wake up with Aria pressed against me, my cock throbbing. Fuck. This woman… she has no idea what she does to me, draping herself all over me like that. She’s got her leg hooked around my hip and her breasts pressing against my side. Just a little higher, and her thigh would be pushing up against my dick. How would she respond if she knew how hard she constantly makes me? She doesn’t seem to have a clue how beautiful she is, how the men around her respond to her. Part of me wants to roll her over and show her how she makes me feel, just to see her lips fall open and her cheeks redden.

Aria shifts in my arms, pulling herself closer, and I swallow hard. She fits into me perfectly, and all I want to do is hold her tighter. She sighs, still fast asleep, her lips settling against my neck. She kisses me, and I bury my hand in her hair, holding onto my sanity as best as I can.

A soft moan escapes her lips, and I tighten my grip. What is she dreaming of? The thought of her thinking of anyone but me has me seeing red. What if she’s fucking dreaming of Brad while she has her body pressed against mine?

She groans and hooks her leg up higher, moving more of her body on top of me, until my dick is nestled right between her legs. My eyes fall closed as I pray for patience. I’m not even religious, but she’s got me praying. When she moves her body against mine, grinding up on me, I abandon the idea of praying and start reciting the digits of Pi instead. It doesn’t stop my cock from throbbing, and it doesn’t keep the thoughts of what I want to do to her at bay at all. I should’ve known Pi isn’t powerful enough when it comes to Aria.

She sighs and drags her nose across my throat before pressing a lingering kiss to my skin. I swallow hard. Fucking hell. Useless fucking Pi. All I can think about is how it’s going to feel when I sink my cock deep inside her. Aria is a fucking spitfire, and I just know she’d be soaking wet, her pussy squeezing me tightly.

Damn. The thought of her face, her expression, the look in her eyes. I bite down on my lip and throw my arm over my face. It’s taking all of me not to push my hips against her, to move so my cock glides against her the way I want it to. I need her to wake up soon, because I’m pretty sure I’ll actually go insane if she keeps moving against me the way she does, her lips teasing me as much as the rest of her body does.

She whimpers, and her hand replaces its way underneath the T-shirt I’m wearing. Her fingertips graze my abs, and I tense underneath her touch. “Gray,” she whispers, and I tighten my grip on her hair. Fucking hell. She’s dreaming of me.

She whimpers again, her body tensing on top of mine, and I realize I must’ve held onto her hair too tightly and woken her up. Fuck. She lies on top of me, completely still, probably trying to assess whether I’m awake or not.

“Dreaming of me, baby?” I say, my voice sleepy and husky.

Aria groans and buries her face deeper into my neck. I can’t help but chuckle and pull her closer, one arm around her waist and the other still buried in her hair.

“When I said I’d sleep with you, this isn’t quite what I expected… I’m pleasantly surprised.”

She squeaks — there’s no other way to describe the sound she makes, and I chuckle, wanting to tease her the way she just teased me. “Tell me, baby… what did I do to you in your dreams? Did I kiss your neck the way you just kissed mine? Or did I do more than that? Did I get to have those sexy lips of yours? Maybe I pushed my cock deep inside you… tell me, were you hungry for me in your dreams?”

“Gray,” she whispers, her tone needy. She squirms against me, pushing her thighs together. But that just makes my dick nestle deeper against her.

“Aria,” I groan, struggling to make her name sound like the warning it’s meant to be.

“I’m so embarrassed,” she murmurs, her lips moving against my ear with every word. I’m so fucking hard, and all I want to know is if she’s wet for me. I want my fingers between her legs, my name on her lips. I want her to look at me as I make her come.

“Don’t be,” I tell her. “I’m enjoying this… it seems like you are too, considering you’re still lying on top of me, my cock nestled between your legs.”

Aria gasps. “Gray!” she whisper-shouts, admonishing me. She pushes away from me, and I finally catch sight of her face. She’s beet red, and she looks fucking stunning. She avoids my gaze as she jumps out of bed and makes a run for her bathroom. So fucking cute.

I’m tempted to stay in her bed and wait for her to come back out, but I won’t do that to her. I love teasing her, but I don’t want to embarrass her.

I grin as I get out of Aria’s bed, my dick still painfully hard. Fucking hell… I haven’t even had her naked and this is probably the most turned on I’ve ever been. I’m going to need to take care of this because there’s no way that’s going down. Not after the way she just touched me.