Aroused (Taming Himself Book 1)

  “Ouch,” I said, looking wounded. “Some women are blinded by its glory. It’s alright, you’ll get used to the size.” I winked and walked away before she could continue the argument. Behind me I heard her fuming. She threw her pencil out the door towards where I stood.

  “You really like to stir her, don’t you?” Gregory said, looked behind at where the pencil landed. I smiled. He was right; I really did take enjoyment from stirring Amber.

  Chapter Twelve

  I pulled back the sleeve of my jacket so I could look at my watch. Amy was twenty minutes late. Again I had to tell the waiter that I was waiting. We were at some fancy French restaurant that Amy made it very clear she wanted to go to. Amy was still young, twenty-two, and was focused on her modelling career. I could admire her for her determination, although it didn’t excuse the fact that she could be a bit of a ditz and was still very immature. I didn’t not like Amy though; if I didn’t like her I wouldn’t have had her on my list. It wasn’t just because she was a model or gave good head. There was something unique about Amy: her determination and ambition. She was somewhat known and wouldn’t be the worst to take as a girlfriend for my own reputation.

  “I’m sorry I’m late.” Amy strutted in with a smile as an apology for her lateness. Her short white dress blended nicely with her beige jacket.

  “Happy birthday, baby girl,” I said. I stood up and gave her a hug. She kissed me on the lips with a devilish smile.

  “I’m so happy I could share this night with you,” she squealed. “And I really do love this restaurant.” She looked around excitedly. I pulled out her seat and pushed her back in. She lingered her hand over mine, still looking around. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”

  “Not at all,” I lied with a charming smile. “This is for you,” I said, pulling out a jewelry box from my inner pocket. I slid it over the table. She looked between the box and me with bright blue eyes and a wide smile.

  “You shouldn’t have,” she said as she grabbed the boxed item. She pulled away the red ribbon from the black box. She gasped in shock at the white pearl necklace. “Oh baby, you know I love pearls.” I smiled in response, proud of myself for picking out the present personally. Amy was easy to shop for because she always made it known what she did and didn’t like. It made it easier for me. So many women in the past would say, ‘I don’t want anything’ or ‘You will know what to get.’ And when I arrived with a present they made my life hell for the rest of the day.

  “Spin around,” I said. She did, taking off the blue necklace she had on. I replaced it with the pearls and trailed my fingers down her white cocktail dress. She looked over her shoulder with a devilish smile and then took her seat.

  “I love it so much,” she streaked red across her cheeks. Grabbing my hand, she stroked over my thumb and nibbled on the bottom of her lip. “I’m sorry about the other day. I might have been a little too cruel.”

  “A little?” I said, raising an eyebrow. I let the bitterness of having to finish myself off slide. “Don’t worry about it, today’s your day.”

  “You treat me so well,” she gasped excitedly. I called over the waitress who had a wine menu.

  “You can grab whatever you like,” I said to Amy. She beamed again and looked over the menu. Of course her taste… was expensive.

  “How is work?” I asked, touching on even ground to create light conversation. She rolled her eyes in response and grunted.

  “Argh, frustrating,” she said. “So that new model, Susan, I told you about has been nothing but a pain. Can you believe she actually got that cover shot over me?”

  I gave in. Amy was too easy to read, which made it rather easy, I had to admit. She wanted a compliment. “I can’t believe that either, you know you are far more gorgeous then her.” Right on queue she smiled and blushed.

  She threw a daggered stare at the waitress who interrupted and began pouring us both a glass.

  “Yea I know, and I was close too. It’s probably because she is sleeping with her manager or something. Like it is utterly ridiculous, and I know I could have done so much better. She looks like a goat…” Her words became a blur of chat I didn’t overly like. But I continued to smile and nod at the correct moments. Usually when she raised her eyebrows slightly, I just said, ‘I completely agree.’

  “Hey baby girl,” I interrupted. “Since it’s your birthday, I would like to do something special for you and while we are at it, why don’t we order dinner?”

  “Yea, of course.” She quickly looked at the menu, as always going straight to the salad menu. I personally thought it wouldn’t hurt her to eat a few sundaes and pieces of steak, but she was always strict on the food she ate.

  “May I please order four shots of tequila?” I asked the waitress. I needed to be that little more drunk if I had to continue listening to the politics of models. I had to give the woman credit, she knew how to talk. And talk and talk and talk.

  “Oh, tequila,” she rattled. “I’ll just have the garden salad, thank you.”

  “You know, we came all this way to a French restaurant. Why don’t you try something new for your birthday?” I encouraged, pointing to the menu. If a glare had contained daggers I’d be dead.

  “Just because it’s my birthday it doesn’t mean I can be lenient and besides,” her smile spread across her face. “I have you for a treat, but I’m keeping that for later.”

  I sat back in my chair, returning the smile. Amy was simple, but it was what I liked the most about her. She was also direct, which I could appreciate. And so I waited for the end of the night. We actually had a really good time and after a few more wines and tequilas we were in the back seat of a cab on our way to Amy’s apartment. I had to push away her roaming hands as she sucked on my neck and bit the bottom of my lip in the back of the cab. I wanted to pin her against the back seat and explore her with my hands, like she did me, but I had to wait.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Amy slammed me up against her front door. I returned the favour and slammed her back against the wall as she kissed me. I kicked the door to close it.

  “Sssshhh,” she said, raising a finger to her lips. “My roommate.” She began to giggle, jumping up and wrapping her legs around my waist. She firmly held my jaw as she kissed me, her tongue sliding against mine. She began to tug off my jacket as I stumbled towards her room. “Go to the shower,” she whispered. She threw my jacket to the floor. I grabbed her succulent flesh as her dress rode up and she lifted it over her head. Thank god, there was no zipper to battle with. She threw it to the ground and revealed a lacy purple bra with no panties.

  I looked down at her glorious, freshly-shaved pussy. “You were wearing no panties that whole time?” Her smile spread wider as she took my lips and begun to unbutton my shirt.

  Oh my god, she wasn’t wearing any that whole time.

  I grunted as she bit down hard on my lip. She fumbled for the door knob behind her and finally opened it. I could hardly see her in the shallow light of the bathroom. I could only see the outline of her shape and the sparkle of her eyes because of the moon’s shine.

  There was a small basin behind her where I swept her over to. She pushed everything off and giggled as her bare ass hit the cold basin. “Crap, that’s cold.”

  “Don’t worry baby girl, I’ll warm you up,” I said. I tugged at my belt and took my underwear off. The moonlight shimmered on her pussy, which made my cock even harder for her. I wanted to taste that. I pushed back her shoulders and leant in to taste her sweet pussy. My lips brushed past her smooth lips as she began to whimper. I began licking at her, nibbling and pulling. I loved the taste of her; that pussy that was naked all night. My cock was hard but I enjoyed diving into her with my tongue and teasing her with the prickles of my jawline. The best part about Amy, she was a screamer. I bit down hard on the lips of pussy and tugged.

  “Oh my god!” Amy gushed as wetness pooled out of her. I grabbed fiercely onto her small ass, devouring her like she was m
y desert. Lick after lick, her wetness began to grow and my cock throbbed to be in it. “Hayden!” she breathed. Her hands sprawled behind her against the medicine cabinet. She grabbed my hair and tugged me up to look at her beautiful blue eyes.

  “I want you in my mouth,” she said. She slid off the basin and instantly dropped to her knees and tore off my underwear. As hungrily as I ate at her, she devoured me in return. I interlaced my hands in her hair, unsure if I could stand it for such a long time. She moaned and groaned as she sucked me off, enjoying the taste of me just as much as I did her. Her nails dug into my ass tightly as she sucked harder and faster. I fumbled for the shower beside me finding the hot water tap and turning on the shower.

  I fumbled for the back of her bra and unclipped it in an instant. She went down harder on me, the wetness of her lips making me arch back, wanting to cum in her mouth. I caressed her small tit, barely able to reach. She pulled away from my cock and kissed down my shaft before she stood up and flicked off her heels. She walked into the shower and coated her body with wetness. She opened her eyes and offered me a hand.

  “Come and fuck me Hayden, I want you to cum all over me,” she said with a bewitching smile. I followed her in. The water dripped over my back and down my chiselled stomach. She bent over in front of me and braced her hands against the bathtub. I slipped two fingers in her, making sure she was wet enough for me to enter her. I began fingering her, her loud gasps and moans making my shaft erect. I braced her hips slowly, putting my tip inside of her and nudging it in bit by bit.

  “Just fuck me, Hayden,” she screamed.

  I forced my length into her. Her nails scratched the bathtub and she gasped in both pain and pleasure. I continued thrusting into her.

  “Ow,” she giggled; her head had hit the wall when her grip had slipped on the bathtub. A smile pulled across my lips as I thrust even harder into her. “Baby,” she moaned in anticipation. Yea, I knew what she liked and how she liked it. I held onto her firmly and slid my hand over her ass and slipped my thumb into her asshole. She gasped in pleasure, her moans louder within the bathroom walls. But who gave a fuck about her roommate, unless she was going to join us she might as well enjoy the free show.

  Her asshole clenched around my thumb and her pussy splashed wetness. She gasped, caught her breath, and came. She was a squirter and I loved her all the more for it. “Oh my god!” she screamed. I tightened my ass cheeks and pulled out. I came all over her back. I slid my hand slowly down the side of the shower as I enjoyed the explosion of built-up pleasure leave me.

  She turned around and gave me a mischievous grin. She slid down and sat at the end of the bathtub, depleted. Her glorious body was on show as trickles of water flickered off me and onto her. She looked up at me with those big blue eyes. She spread her long legs wide and revealed everything she had to offer.

  “I want you to go down on me until you’re ready for round two. Make this my very happy birthday,” she teased. She slipped her manicured nails down to her wet lips, tenderly caressing and rubbing herself. I smiled at her as she slipped two fingers into herself and began rubbing her tits. Her fingers trailed over the pearl necklace I bought her. She was completely vulnerable and all she wore was that pearl necklace. And right now, she was all mine. I dropped to my knees. It might take me a few minutes to recharge after that, but there was no way I wasn’t turned on by it. I dropped to my knees to lick her out again but she pressed one of her feet to my chest.

  “Top drawer,” she demanded and flicked her eyes into that direction. “You will need the lube as well.” I arched an inquisitive eyebrow. I liked the direction that this was going in. In the top drawer, after much rummaging in the dark, I found what she was after. Anal beads?

  “These are new,” I said. I had to admit I was unfamiliar with the process. The beads got bigger as they got closer to the handle.

  “Use your imagination,” she said, still slipping her own fingers into her. Although unfamiliar with it, I was turned on by watching her as she pleased herself. But I wanted to be the one to give her that pleasure. I squirted the lube all over the toy.

  “You’re sure?” I asked, and lifted her ass slightly to present her asshole. The hot water still poured down my back and splashed onto her exposed body. Slowly my cock was feeling rejuvenated with Amy’s moans arousing it again.

  “Do it,” she gasped. I slowly put it in; every bead that was swallowed by her asshole made her scream in pleasure. She could hardly concentrate on fingering herself anymore. I pushed aside that hand and began to rub her clit vigorously as she adjusted herself slightly. Only three beads had been swallowed and she was practically climbing up the wall in pleasure. I pushed another bead in and she screamed; my cock instantly hard at such an erotic sound. I slipped my fingers into her wet pussy as she arched and slid further up the bathtub, screaming and moaning in pleasure.

  I pressed another bead into her, and she was further up the bathtub, her hands and arms unsure of what to do as she tried to hold onto something. I left the beads there for a moment and slipped a third finger into her and pounded into her. My cock was fully erect now and throbbed in agony as she screamed so hard in pleasure.

  “Can you guys keep it down!” A knock on the door interrupted us for a moment. Amy began to giggle as I continued to pound into her. A wave of wetness pooled from her as my fingers sloshed in her wetness and her orgasm came out as a high pitch moan. She was flooding and my cock honestly couldn’t take being neglected anymore. After a small murmur from her, her eyes fixated on me, snake like.

  “Take them out,” she said and lifted her ass so it was easier for me to pull them. One by one they came out of her. She grabbed my hand and led me out of the shower. It was painful to move with my cock stretched so hard. The shower was still on as she sat me on the edge of the shower basin.

  “I want you to blow all over my chest and in my mouth,” she purred. She put her mouth over my cock and sucked so feverishly that I knew it wouldn’t be too long until her demand was met. She began swallowing me as I came and then pulled down on me so I blew all over her chest. My god this women knew what I loved. My cum ran over her neck and over her chest as she smiled in pleasure. That was why she was known as ‘Head-job-Amy.’

  Chapter Fourteen

  I was a bit hazy the next morning. I took gulps of my coffee while Amber reminded me of the schedule for the next week. Next week I was leaving for a meeting with two of my players who lived in New York, and would return on Wednesday. That weekend I had to attend John Famer’s charity party. Tonight, Friday night, I had a bachelor’s party that started at Jupiter’s strip joint. I was a bit disappointed if anything, a few nights in Las Vegas would have been epic. I’d been to Jupiter’s so many times I could probably answer correctly the amount of freckles each girl had on their skin.

  “Hayden! Are you listening?” Amber growled. I snapped out of my thoughts.

  “Sorry I was just thinking about this bachelor’s party I’ve got on tonight.”

  Amber rolled her eyes at me with an exasperated sigh. “Just don’t get Gregory in any trouble. I don’t blame his wife for not trusting you.”

  I raised my hand to her as if cheering. “He’s a fully grown man. And I am very fond of Clarrisa, they’ve built a beautiful family together. I’m at times rather jealous of Gregory for what he has.”

  After a pause she sat back in her chair and threw her diary on my table in defeat. “Are you serious about this whole project to find the one?”

  I smiled as I took another sip of my coffee. “Yes, I am. I know I’ve been a manwhore for a long time now. But I’m not getting any younger. Believe it or not, I do want children and I want to find a woman who I will love. I just don’t understand why it is so difficult.” I tapped on the edge of my laptop in thought.

  “Hayden, do you think you’ve ever been in love?” Amber asked seriously. “Do you even know what love is?” I thought on it for a while. Whenever I was fond of a woman, I would show my affection for her t
hrough sex. Sex was pleasurable and it was what everyone enjoyed. There was no tears or real thought process; it was pure heat and passion.

  “I don’t know,” I answered seriously. “There are a few women that have caught my attention longer than others. But it usually ends the same. What if I can’t make a woman happy? Maybe you’re right, maybe I am only good at sex and being devilishly handsome.” I smiled, trying to push away the seriousness of the topic.

  “You will get there in the end. It’ll work out,” she reassured me, pushing aside my obvious insecurities. She began to collect her things. “Just stop being a slut.” I smiled awkwardly; easier said than done. “Hayden you can be a great guy, you truly can. Stop thinking that your worth is only as big as your dick. When you find her, the woman you will marry, it will most likely come in the most unexpected way. Love does not just fall into your lap. It slaps you in the face before you even realise it was there. Just give yourself a little more credit.” She stood up with her diary in hand. “And for god sake, do some work.” Her Italian accent came through strong. “Have a good night and please don’t bang any strippers. Unless their name is on your list, you’re not allowed to touch them,” she mused.

  “Hey Amber,” I called out to her before she had left the room. She looked at me expectantly. “Thank you. I know we butt heads a lot, but you honestly are the best personal assistant anyone could ask for, and I do consider you a friend.”

  “Now that is foolish notion,” she said with a smile. “Have a good night, Hayden. I’m leaving work now. Just don’t get yourself into trouble.”

  Behind her Gregory entered the room. “Why is she smiling? She never smiles after having a conversation with you or being trapped in the same room as you,” Gregory said, adjusting his glasses.