Aisling Chapter 10

On my first day back at the winery, the staff all seemed excited to see me. I knew they were just as revved up for the new wines as I was. They took a lot of pride in their work, and it showed. Today being the first day, I was just catching up with everyone before diving into the real work. They were all asking how I was doing and if I was fully healed. Many of them I kept in touch with via text or email while I was recuperating. I assured them I was back to my old self and ready to work.

They eyed Alistair when he arrived with me. They were used to Creed, but when they saw I had more than him with me, they raised a brow. When they saw Alistair remain at my side while the others spread out around the winery, they really looked. We hadn’t explained ourselves, but I knew it was only a matter of time before they caught us kissing or holding each other, and then we’d tell them why.

At the moment, Alistair was out with Creed, checking out something Creed had found on his rounds. He wanted Alistair to see it. I was secure in my office with Reggie outside the door. I loved Stair to death but he could be over the top with safety. He told me when I mentioned it to him that I was the most important thing in his world. He made me melt when he said things like that. I was still getting used to the fact he really loved me, and he was determined to show me. Case in point: last night in our bed. The man was a sexual beast. I never orgasmed so much or so intensely in my life as I did with him. He was a very inventive lover I was finding. It made me look forward to our alone time every day.

The desk phone buzzed, causing me to jump. I laughed before picking it up. “Yes, Carrie,” I said. She was my assistant and the one who had her desk outside my office. I tried to get her to take one of the better offices, but she refused.

“Aisling, just wanted to let you know that Donald saw a car coming this way. It appears to be Mr. Byrnes. I already let Reggie know.” I heard the edge in her voice. The ones I spoke to this morning knew if he was seen to let me know. If Reggie knew, then my man and the others would soon know and be hot-footing it back to the office. I had my fingers figuratively crossed that Chris wouldn’t cause a scene.

“Thanks, Carrie. When he gets here, offer him a drink and then ring me. I’ll let you know when you can let him in.”

“Of course.”

Hanging up, I took a few deep breaths to prepare myself as I stood up. A part of me felt guilty. I’d led him to believe there might be more than friendship between us by spending so much time with him last time. No, I never said anything, but he would’ve read between the lines. He wouldn’t be happy with the excuse that the man I really loved had finally stepped up and confessed his feelings. However, nothing he said would change it, and his becoming ugly or pushy would only lead to harder feelings and possibly repercussions if it went too far. Now that I had Alistair nothing would make me give him up.

The door swung open, making me squeak in alarm. I wasn’t expecting it. It was Alistair. He was scowling as he hurried over to me. Before I was able to say a word, he tugged me against his chest and kissed me. It was an explosive kiss that lit off my desire. When he let go of me, I wanted to pull him over to the couch in my office and ravish him. I was panting.

“Perfect,” he whispered with a smirk.

I had no idea what he meant. The phone buzzed, alerting me Chris was there. Hurrying to answer it, I spoke to Carrie in a haze and informed her to send him in in a minute. After hanging up, I tried to calm my racing heart and smoothed down my skirt and blouse. I didn’t have time to check my makeup or hair. As I fidgeted, I became suspicious of why Stair kissed me. The sneaky devil wanted me to look freshly kissed. I narrowed my eyes on him. He merely grinned, then gestured for me to join him. I sat on the couch with him and then elbowed him. He chuckled and faced the door.

“Relax, I’m here,” he told me softly as he rubbed the back of my neck. I nodded.

When the door opened, in came Dario and Creed, and behind them was Chris. He had a smile on his face, but it slid off when he saw I wasn’t alone. His smile turned to a glower.

“Dario, Creed, you can wait outside. If we need you, we’ll call,” Alistair informed them.

They both nodded, and without a word or bit of hesitation, they left. When they did, I caught a glimpse of Scotty in the outer office. He saw us, scowled, and moved toward the open door. It was shut before he had time to enter. I settled my gaze on Chris as I rose to my feet. Alistair did the same. I forced a pleasant smile on my face.

“Chris, this is a surprise. What brings you here?”

“Aisling, really, do you think I wouldn’t hear you were back in California? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“I didn’t really think of it. I was so eager to get back to work. I only got in late yesterday. Did you just drop in to say hello? That’s a long drive from Newport Beach to here. I wish you’d called. I’m busy right now, and I don’t have much time to talk.”

“What’s he doing here?” he asked instead of answering me as he glared at Alistair.

“It’s none of your business why I’m here, Byrnes.” The implied threat was clear in Alistair’s voice. Dia , I’d be lucky if there wasn’t an all-out brawl before this was done. Both men were giving off waves of aggression and alpha dominance.

Turning more toward Stair, I put a hand on his wrist. “I’ve got this,” I told him softly.

“I know you do, but it doesn’t hurt for him to know you’re not alone,” he replied just as softly. Chris wasn’t able to hear us. He was still several feet away.

“Aisling, we need to talk in private. Send your guard dog outside. There’s no need for him to be here. You’re safe with me,” Chris ordered crossly.

Alistair’s mouth opened, but I beat him to the punch. “Chris, Alistair isn’t my guard dog. He stays. Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of him.”

He moved to stand nearer to us. I decided to sit down. Alistair sat beside me, leaving the chair for Chris. He took it, but I saw he wasn’t happy. He was staring daggers at Alistair.

“We have private things to talk about. I’ve been waiting for you to heal and come back so we could. I don’t think the help needs to hear our intimate conversation, babe.” he smiled at me and sent a smirk toward Alistair.

I knew from what Alistair shared that Chris had been more or less told of Alistair’s interest in me, and he hadn’t been happy when I went home, and he wasn’t allowed to see me, but Stair was.

“Let’s get something straight, Brynes. She’s not your babe, baby, darling, sweetheart, or anything else. Her name is Aisling. Use it. And there’s nothing you have to say to her of an intimate nature,” Alistair said menacingly.

“Wanna bet? It seems you think you have more than an employee relationship with her. Despite what was said the last time we met, I highly doubt the O’Sheerans want a man like you to be sniffing around her. Aisling is meant to be with a man who is her equal, not a nobody like you. I know Darragh, Cian, and Aidan have gone slumming, but I don’t see Aisling or the others doing it. Those three seem to believe in this whole anamchara bullshit. Aisling is too smart for that.”

Instantly, outrage and fury filled me. How dare he say such things and be so dismissive and horrible about the three happy marriages my cousins and brother had. It was ridiculous. He had no clue. If I had any doubts I’d picked the right man, which I didn’t have for a second, these remarks would’ve cleared them up. I came to my feet. Alistair stayed seated as I faced off with Chris.

“How fucking dare you!? My cousins and my brother have made love matches. You sneer at them finding their soulmates. You’d be so lucky if it happened to you. As for Ashlynn, Miranda, and Karizma not being worthy of them, I’d rethink those words. When I tell them what you said, you’ll be lucky if Dar, Cian, and Aidan don’t beat you into a coma. News alert: I believe in soulmates, and it’s all I ever wanted.”

He got up. “Aisling, okay, that was uncalled for. I’m sorry. I just hate the thought of you waiting for something that most likely won’t happen. Why wait for some impossible soulmate to appear? I mean, how many people get that lucky? You and I are of the same background. We like each other, and I know we’re compatible in other ways. I think you should consider marrying me. I know you were thinking about it when you were here last time. Nothing has to change.”

“You’re right. I was considering if a marriage of convenience might be the way to go. And you were one of the few men I thought I might be able to stand to be married to. I was depressed because I thought I’d never be with my anamchara .”

He smiled. “I knew it. So let’s do it. Marry me.”

I shook my head. “I said I thought I’d never be with my soulmate. I thought he didn’t love me the way I loved him. I was wrong.”

“What the hell does that mean? You were wrong? Who is this supposed soulmate of yours?” he asked belligerently.

The moment Alistair took my hand, the light bulb went off. How he could’ve been so blind, I had no idea. Chris’s face contorted with rage. I saw his fists clench at his sides. He scanned Alistair up and down with disgust. His mouth twisted into a sneer of disdain.

“Please tell me this is a joke. There’s no way this fucker is the man you want. He’s nothing but a common bodyguard. He works for your family! What’s with you people and marrying the help instead of those of your own social standing? Jesus Christ, has someone brainwashed you or something? He can’t make you happy. He can’t give you the things I can. I’ll increase your social and business standing. He’ll hurt it. You want Maeve’s Cellars to become a premier brand. It won’t if you and your family insist on tying yourselves to lowlifes like him.”

I was fighting to hold back from decking him. It was hard. I knew Alistair wanted to do the same. “No one we’re marrying will hurt our reputations or anything else. Alistair is much more than a bodyguard but even if he weren’t, it wouldn’t make a difference to me or my family. What counts is love. I’ve been in love with this man since I was thirteen. He’s been in love with me for years. Misunderstandings kept us apart, but not anymore. We’re together, and it’s not changing. One day, we’ll marry. I’m sorry I led you to believe we were going to be more. It wasn’t done maliciously. Now, I think it’s time you leave. You’ve said enough.”

I moved to head for the door. I wanted him out of here because if he said one more ugly thing about my family, I’d have to punch his ass.

“No, I haven’t. Who knew you were a cock-teasing whore?” he spit out as he grabbed my wrist as I got near him. A roar came out of Alistair as he lunged for Chris, but I beat him to the punch, figuratively and literally. I pulled back my fist and let it fly.

Growing up with twelve older brothers and male cousins, I’d learned early how to defend myself. That was before I was professionally trained. I knew how to land a punch without breaking my hand or wrist. I knew how to put my shoulder behind it for more power. And I knew the best spots to punch. I aimed for his head, and I knew the spot I wanted. I connected with his jaw right at the hinge where it connected to his skull. It would cause him not only a lot of pain but with the force I put behind it, he’d be extremely lucky if I didn’t dislocate his jaw, which was my goal. He’d mouthed off enough about my family. It was time for him to shut up. I didn’t care too much about what he said about me, but my family and Stair were another matter.

His head snapped to the side, and he cried out in pain. He cupped the side of his face for a second then he let out a muffled roar. He made it one step before Alistair was on him. He punched him in the solar plexus. I winced.

This area was a network of nerve fibers halfway between the nipples and the belly button. I’d learned all about it during my martial arts training. The wind was audibly knocked out of him, and he doubled over. Having been hit here myself, I knew he was unable to breathe, was nauseous, and feeling searing pain. He was making these horrible wheezing sounds. The angle of his jaw told me I had dislocated it. The door came crashing open, and in ran Creed, Dario, and Reggie as well as Scotty. When he saw Chris bent over, he came running over and placed himself between Chris and the rest of us. I saw his hand go toward his back.

“Boy, I’d think twice before you bring your piece out to get involved in this. Before you can pull that gun. I’ll break your fucking arm and have you on your way to the hospital before you can blink. This son of a bitch got what he deserved for what he said and for grabbing her,” Alistair snapped.

“Four against one wouldn’t be fair, but I guess I shouldn’t expect anything less from the likes of you,” Scotty sneered.

“Scotty, enough. Get Chris out of here before he really gets hurt. He’s just had the wind knocked out of him, and his jaw isn’t broken, just dislocated. It needs to be put back in place. He earned this. In case it’s not clear, he’s not welcome here anymore. Go before I’m forced to call the police and have you both removed for trespassing. Sorry it had to be this way, but he chose this with his words and actions.”

Scotty glared at me as he put his arm around his boss. Chris was slowly straightening up. He gave me a look filled with so much anger bordering on hate. As Scotty maneuvered him to the door while keeping the guys in his sight, Chris finally spoke. His speech was somewhat garbled due to his jaw.

“You’ll regret picking him and doing this.”

“And if anything happens to Aisling or her family, you will have signed your death warrant,” Alistair threatened.

As they exited my office, Reggie and Dario followed them. I knew they’d make sure they left the property. Creed stayed behind. I could see Carrie and a few others in the main area watching wide-eyed. Great, just what I needed. I was tired and just wanted to go home. Well, it wasn’t possible, so I needed to talk to the staff and then get back to work on top of calming down my man.

“Creed, will you give me and Alistair a few minutes, please?”

“Sure thing. I’ll be right outside.”

Once he left and closed the door, I moved over to Alistair and wrapped my arms around him. He did the same back. His body was vibrating.

“You can calm down now, mo chosantóir ,” I told him.

This earned me a chuckle for calling him my defender, which was a form of the actual meaning of his name in Scottish, which was man’s defender. Luckily for me, he knew a lot of Irish in addition to his native Scottish from growing up with my family. Unlike us, his dad came over when Stair was a boy, though he easily picked up the language. He still had traces of his Scottish accent, which I adored.

“That’s right. I’ll always be your defender, but you need to say it right, the Scottish way, mo neach-dìon ,” he teased.

I laughed. “Okay, I’ll use that barbaric language, mo neach-dìon.”

He gave me a mock growl and then kissed me. I forgot what I was supposed to be doing and kissed him back. Eventually, I’m not sure how much later he broke it.

“We need to talk about what just happened, Ais. Byrnes isn’t a happy guy, and he’s vindictive enough to cause trouble. What form? Who knows, but he won’t forget we both hit him, and he lost you to a commoner as he thinks of me. He won’t take it lightly,” he warned.

“I know. I hate the way this went. And the things he said about the family and who we fall in love with. I feel sorry for him.”

“Sorry? Why?”

“Because he’ll let his prejudice blind him to the potential he might find true love if he would just look outside the uber-rich crowd. It’s a shame. His soulmate could be right under his nose, and he’ll never know it.”

“If so, it’s his fault. Some people will only see what they want. What I want is to be sure while we’re here, you’re safe. Not only do we have to worry about the typical weirdos who target your family, but whoever caused the wreck and now Brynes. His family is powerful and not without resources. We need to talk to your family and let them know what happened. Be prepared for there to be more people out here to protect you.”

I groaned and lay my head on his chest. He chuckled because he knew how I felt about guards. I knew I had no choice, but still. I’d be lucky if half my cousins and all my brothers wouldn’t come. I needed to get things in order for the winery, then go back to Florida. So much for easy.

???

Soaking in the hot water filled with bubbles was slowly easing the knots in my muscles. After the fight with Chris this afternoon and then the call with my family earlier this evening after we got back to the house, suffice it to say I had stress knots all over my body. Stair insisted I soak in the tub and have a glass of wine. I had no idea what he was doing. I heard him a few times moving around in the bedroom, but he didn’t come into the bathroom.

I was lying back with my eyes closed. The room was lit with scented candles, so the light wasn’t harsh. I was slowly pushing water around, making imitation wave sounds that I liked. I was so into it I had no clue I wasn’t still alone until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped, and my eyelids flew open. Alistair was standing there smiling down at me. I gulped at the sight of him. He was naked. The tub placed me at the perfect height, so I was staring right at his cock. Even soft, he was impressive to see. Immediately, all thoughts of tiredness and my aching body fled, and my mind switched to thinking of the delicious things I could do to him and have him do to me.

Before I was able to grasp him, he pushed me forward and stepped into the tub behind me, and then he sat down. Sliding his legs on either side of mine so I was trapped between his, he tugged me back until I was reclining on his chest. I pouted out my lip, even if he wasn’t able to see it.

“Stop pouting,” he said humorously.

“Who said I was pouting?”

“I know you. You’re not done relaxing yet. I’m not letting you get distracted.”

“There are other ways to relax. I can think of one or two right now,” I said in a sultry voice.

He chuckled, then nibbled his mouth on my ear. “I bet you can, but just stay like you are. I promise if you do, I’ll make it more than worth the wait,” he whispered.

His gruff voice and that accent made my nipples bead into tight points. Heat flashed through my body. Deciding to see what he meant, I shrugged and forced myself to relax against him more. He picked up my wine glass on the edge of the tub and the bottle next to it. He poured more into it and then raised the glass to my mouth. I took a big sip. It was one of my favorite Maeve ones. I savored the taste on my tongue before swallowing. I hummed in appreciation. He took a drink.

“I’ve got to admit, I’ve never been a big wine drinker, but this and a few of the others you make might persuade me to change my ways. I’m more of a Scotch ale or whiskey guy.”

“Imagine a Scotsman preferring Scotch ale or whiskey. Who would’ve ever guessed?” I teased him. I knew what he liked to drink and even the brands. I paid attention to everything he liked over the years. To say I was sort of a creepy stalker wouldn’t be an understatement.

He tweaked my nipple, making me moan as he said, “Behave, Ms. Smartass. If you don’t, I won’t let you have the surprise I have planned.”

“What surprise?”

“If I tell you, then it’s not a surprise. Tell me what you were thinking about in here. It better not be about today or work.”

“I tried not to think of today or work. I was more or less listening to the sound of the water as I moved it around. It’s relaxing. And enjoying how the hot water was helping to loosen the knots in my body.”

“You love water. You always have. Even when you were little, we had to watch you to be sure you stayed away from the ocean or the pools. It’s no wonder you swim like a fish. Are you sure you’re not really a mermaid?”

I giggled as I flipped my legs up out of the water. “No tail. I think it’s safe to say I’m not, although when I was little, I did like to pretend I was.”

“I remember. You had that mermaid tail you’d wear in the water.”

“ Dia , you remember that? I did love that thing.”

“Do I remember? You practically slept in it. Where are these knots you mentioned?”

“They’re just scattered all over. When I get stressed or overworked, they hurt,” I said with a shrug.

“I don’t like to see you in pain.”

“I’m fine. Having you in here with me is helping.”

We sat there in silence, just enjoying the water. He was slowly pushing it around, making those wavelike noises I loved. I sometimes sat on the beach at home and listened to the waves for hours. I was half-asleep when something cool and wet ran down my shoulder to my chest. I’d closed my eyes, so I had to open them. When I glanced down, I saw red wine running down me, and then his lips and tongue were there lapping my shoulder. The rasp of his tongue, compared to his facial hair, made me shiver.

I twisted so I was halfway facing him. He took a drink from my glass, then lowered his head and kissed me. As he did, wine filled my mouth. I swallowed, and then our tongues greedily twined together. The taste of the wine and him mixed was heady. I moaned as I wiggled the rest of the way around so I was straddling his lap, facing him. The kiss went on, and it was hot.

When he lifted his head, I was wild with need, and all we’d done was kiss. He tipped the glass again, and this time, it ran down my breast and off the tip of my nipple. I gasped because his hands grabbed my ass and lifted me up higher, then he latched onto my wine-soaked nipple and sucked. I whimpered. His tongue was lashing it, in between his teeth gently nibbling on the hard nub. More moisture flooded between my legs. I writhed and bumped into something long and hard. I moaned.

Attempting to get some relief, I rubbed my pussy against him. The head of his cock bumped against my clit, making me undulate more and faster. My breath was coming out in short gasps. Just that much, and I was close to coming. As he tugged on the nipple he was biting, a hand came up to toy with the other one.

“Stair, don’t stop. I’m so close,” I begged.

I cried out when he let go of both. Before I could ask why, he lifted me, so I had to stand. When I did, he stood. His gaze was heated as he ran it down my body and then back up. “Out,” he ordered.

I hurried to step out of the tub. I went to grab the towel to dry off, but I was grabbed and swung around, then lifted so my ass was on the counter. He jerked my ass to the edge, then fell to his knees. He buried his face between my legs and went to town. I bucked hard as he sucked on my clit and thrashed my barbell with his tongue. I was so sensitive. His hands were raised, and they were working both of my breasts. I sank my hand into the back of his hair. I pressed him closer. He gave a growl of approval and ate me more. It took a couple of minutes tops for him to have me crying out as I came. He lapped up my cum and prolonged my release. When I finally stopped orgasming, he stood.

His mouth crashed down on mine, and he savagely kissed me, sharing my taste with me. I didn’t mind, and I kissed him back just as wildly. He lifted me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him so he was able to carry me to the bed. Our wet skin was forgotten. When we got to it, he lowered me but never broke our kiss. By the time he did, I was ready for more. I grabbed his hips and tried to tug him down so I could impale myself on his hard cock. He resisted.

“Stair, mil , please, I need you,” I pleaded.

“I know, and I need you too, but not yet. Wait,” he stated.

I let go and sank back fully onto the mattress. He smiled at me in that sexy way of his, and then I saw him reach under his pillow. When he brought out his hand, it was holding one of my small vibrating dildoes. He held it up.

“Look what I found. So leanabh , do you like how this feels?”

I nodded. “Yes, but not as much as I love your cock. There’s no comparison, Stair.”

He switched it on. Holding it up for a moment, I watched as he lowered it to my clit. The vibration made me gasp. He worked it in circles as he took turns watching it and then my face. I was starting to ramp up again when he suddenly slipped it into my pussy. I moaned. He thrust in and out. As if it wasn’t enough to excite me, he began to talk.

“Tell me, mo ghràdh , have you ever fucked yourself with this and imagined it was me inside of you.”

I nodded. Too many times to count.

“And how often did you do that? Once a month? Weekly? How hard would you come when you did it?”

“I did it all the time. Sometimes, several times a week. I’d always come harder when I thought of you. But that’s not all I did to make myself come.”

“Oh, really. Do tell.” he sped up the thrusts. Wanting him to be as horny as I was, I went for it.

“Oh, I’d fuck myself with this one and even bigger ones and pretend it was you. When I’d come, I’d scream so hard. It felt so good. And when I was really horny and wanting you even more desperately, I’d slick one of them up with lube, then work it into my ass and fuck it pretending it was you. Dia , it felt so good. The burn, then the intense pleasure of it. I want to know what it feels like for real. Will you show me one day?”

This time, he was the one to moan. His thrusts with the vibrator were frantic. I tipped over the edge into bliss. I moaned and whimpered as I thrashed. He held me down and had his gaze glued to my pussy as I came. I was so limp when I was done. It was crazy. Next thing I knew, he pulled the vibrator out of me, tossed it on the bed then he was thrusting his cock into my pussy in a single hard stroke. He was way bigger than the vibrator, and I instantly tightened down on him.

“Fuck, yes, so tight. That’s it. Give me that pussy. It’s mine,” he uttered as he slammed into me.

Watching me come and my talk must’ve really turned him on. He hadn’t ever been this wild before. In a flash, my legs were shoved up nearly to my shoulders. He pounded my pussy as he ground his pelvis against my clit. The feel of his metal piercings so deliciously rubbing inside of me was incredible. He hit my G-spot every time he thrust. When his head came down, and he latched onto a nipple, I screamed, and more wetness came sliding out. I was already close to coming again.

I ran my nails down his chest, which made him groan and, unbelievably, thrust faster. Three, maybe four strokes more, and I was coming again. I moaned long and hard as I did, but if I thought he would come with me, I was wrong. When I was done, he was still hard when he pulled out. He stroked his hand up and down his wet length, then moved me around until his cock was by my head. He tapped my lips with the head. I could smell both of us. It made me even hornier, which after two orgasms was incredible.

“Suck me,” he pleaded.

Slowly sticking my tongue out, I swiped the head and then opened my mouth to take him inside. Our combined flavor burst on my tongue. I eagerly took him deeper. I was just getting set into a nice rhythm to bring him to completion with my mouth when he pulled out.

“No!” I cried.

“Turn this way,” he uttered as he moved me to the end of the bed to face the foot of it. Then I heard a snap, and glancing over my shoulder, I saw he had a tube of lube. My heart jumped. Did this mean what I hoped it did? He slicked lube up and down his length, adding to my cream on him as he stared at me. His gaze was so feral.

“You wanted to know what it feels like. Do you still want to? Do you want me to put my cock in that tight little asshole of yours and fuck it until you can’t stand it and come taking me with you, so I can fill your ass with my cum? Do you?”

“Yes, Dia , yes!” I pleaded.

“Good. Now, look at the TV.”

I was confused. Why would he want me to look at a blank screen? He gestured toward it, so I did as he asked. A second or two later, it came on, and when it did, I gasped. We were on the screen. The angle was one which showed us so I could see him kneeling behind me and had a clear view of my ass and his cock. As I watched, he spread my ass cheeks. The image on the television showed him doing it.

“I want you to reach back here and hold these cheeks open for me.”

I flattened my chest to the mattress and did as he asked. It was weird but cool to do something and get to see it on the screen. As I held myself open, he grabbed the base of his cock and pressed the head to my asshole. I knew enough to breathe and press out. Slowly, he pushed inside. Jesus, his cock was so much bigger than my dildoes or any cock I’d ever had in there. The one guy I’d been with who was into anal hadn’t been nearly his size. It hurt and burned, but I knew the reward would be worth it. I just had to get past this part.

The sight of his cock sinking into my ass was hot, so damn hot to watch. He groaned. “Look at that. Fuck, that’s sexy. Watch your little hole take my cock, leanabh . Watch how it’s stretching to take me. Does it burn?”

“Y-yes,” I stuttered.

“Is it too much? Do you want me to stop?” he paused as he asked.

“No! Please, no.”

He grinned, then resumed working himself inside. He took it slow and used short back-and-forth thrusts to work himself deeper and deeper. Watching him on the television made me slicker. My cum was sliding down my thighs. When he was fully seated, I was ready to lose my mind. The burn had been intense, but it was easing, and the need to have him fuck me deep and hard was mounting. I wiggled my hips as I squeezed my inner muscles.

He moaned, “Christ, don’t.”

I inched away from him and then pushed back on him. We both groaned. His hands gripped my hips tightly. “If you do that again, I’m gonna fuck your ass hard until you’re raw. I’m barely hanging on. You have no idea how good you feel, Ais,” he snarled.

In answer, I did it again. He let out a howl like an animal, and then he pulled back and slammed his whole length back inside. I screamed. I let go of my cheeks so I could fist the bedding. He used his hands to spread them again. My eyes were glued to the television as he fucked me. The sight of us in our very own porno was incredible and so damn fantastic.

His face was twisted into a snarl as he pounded in and out of me. The slap of our skin coming together, our loud breathing, and muttered words of praise along with curses made me wilder. I began to meet his thrusts by pushing back.

“Jesus, oh fuck it’s too good. Too much. Fuck, yes, don’t stop. Come for me. I need to feel this sweet ass milking me dry, Ais. Make me come,” he half pleaded and half ordered. I was so close all I could do was nod.

We rutted like wild animals, for I don’t know how long before I lost it. I clamped down on him and came. As I screamed and bucked as I tried to breathe, he let out a loud bellow and began to jerk inside of me as he pumped his warm cum into my ass. I whimpered brokenly. I knew I’d never be the same. When I stopped coming, he was slumped over my back.

Slowly, he sat up. “Look at the TV,” he said hoarsely.

I did as he asked and saw him pull out his shrinking cock. When he was free, I missed him. He kept my cheeks spread. I wondered why then got my answer when moments later, his cum came oozing out.

“Look at that. So beautiful. Are you alright?”

“I think so. My brain isn’t working,” I whispered.

He laughed, and then the screen went dark. He flopped down next to me and eased me into his arms. He gave me a tender kiss. “Ais, was that too much? Should I have told you about the cameras? I thought it would be a fun surprise but was it too much?

“That was amazing. Stair. We starred in our very own porn movie.”

He smiled. “And I recorded it in case we ever wanna watch it again. It’s so goddamn hot watching you during sex. I’ve never wanted to film it until you. If you don’t want to keep it, I’ll erase it, and we won’t ever have to do it again. I just wanted you to see what I see.”

“Keep it. I loved it.”

“Good. Now, rest for a few minutes, and then I’ll take us to get cleaned up. I think this is the beginning of a long night.”

I moaned, but not in protest. I couldn’t wait.