Pretty Thing (Naughty Things 1)

Fuck Kyle.

He fucked us, didn’t he? So now we get to fuck each other. It’s only fair.

I think I might be drunk. Because that made perfect sense and no sense at all.

“Kali,” Aiden moans again.

He is licking, and sucking, and using his fingers to penetrate me. And I swear to God, I’m not usually one to get off so quick, but I feel it building.

Just as I think that Aiden pulls away.

“Nooo,” I complain.

He drags the back of his hand across his mouth, looking at me with an expression of pure hunger. “Not yet,” he says. “I’ll get you off like that later, if you want. But this first time, no way. I want to be inside you.”

His pants are open and the front of his shirt is hanging over his cock, but the rest of it is still tucked in. He pulls it out and starts unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom up, giving me little peeks, first of his long, hard cock, then of his muscled abs.

I try to recall the last time I saw Aiden without a shirt and come up with… more than a decade ago. And he didn’t look like this back then, that’s for sure. Still kinda skinny. Lean, but not overly muscular. The years have added weight to him in all the right places.

“Oh, my God,” I yell.

“Problem?” he asks, still messing with the second cuff.

“Take off that fucking shirt before I rip it off you!”

“Eager much, Kali?” He winks.

“Yes,” I say. “I am. I’ve been picturing this since I was fourteen and—”

“What?”

“You heard me,” I say. “You had to know I had a thing for you back then.”

“When?” he asks, unknotting his tie and whipping it through his collar.

“Who cares?” I say. “Are we going to do this—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he says, flat palm motioning me to calm down. “We’ve got time, OK? I want you too, but just… enjoy it a little, Kal.”

“I’m enjoying it,” I say. What I don’t say, and actually needs to be said, is that we don’t have time. This is a one-night thing. That’s it. And yeah, it’s still early, but I want the full Aiden experience before I walk out that door and never come back. That means him eating my pussy until I come on his face, me sucking his cock until he comes in my throat, and me fucking him every way I can think of.

He stands up, kicking off his shoes. Then drops his pants and underwear and stands there in his dark socks, grinning at me. “What do you think? Leave the socks on?”

“You’re dumb.” I laugh. “Take them off.”

“Take off your dress,” he counters.

I am whipping that thing over my head before he even finishes asking. Fuck the zipper. This one slides over easy and two seconds later I’m throwing it in the general direction of my panties and unhooking my bra, which I drop to the floor at his feet.

He sits down on the couch next to me and pats his leg. “Climb into my lap.”

I swing my leg over, making sure that my pussy brushes against his hard cock, and place both hands on his shoulders as I realize something obvious, but new. “You have tattoos. Jesus. How long has it been since I saw you in short sleeves?”

“Kali,” he says, voice deep and gruff. “I’ve seen you like four times in the past decade. Did you not even miss me?”

“That’s not true,” I say, looking back up at his face. “I see you every Christmas Eve.”

He shakes his head. “No. Last year you were on a trip, the year before we hung out, but only at your parents’ party. The year before that—”

“OK, fine,” I say. “I’ve been gone a lot.” I force a smile. Because I have a feeling he resents me for this. “But I’m here now.”

“Yes,” he says. “You are.” He cocks his head at me, his hands sliding around my hips to squeeze my ass cheeks. “But now I’m wondering why.”

CHAPTER SEVEN – AIDEN

I know why. It’s a dumb statement. We both know why this is happening.

Kali sighs a little. Her shoulders slump and her head lowers with them. “I’m not using you,” she says.

“Good,” I say. “Because I’m not using you either.”

“I’ve always liked you. And if you’d like to talk about that someday, we can. But…” She looks at me. Places her hands on the sides of my face. Blinks twice. “Not tonight, OK? Can we just not think too hard about it?”

It, meaning the sex. Or maybe the funeral. I’m not sure.

I decide to say nothing in response. I’m drunk, I’m sad, I’m horny, and I’ve got Kali Anderson sitting in my lap.

And we’re naked.

“Come here,” I say, placing my hands on her head. “I want to kiss you for a while.”