Mister West by R.J. Lewis (animal farm read .TXT) 📕

Now he makes a sound in the back of his throat. “Mm, no, nothing will feel better than that.”

He doesn’t give me time to respond. He slides down my body, spreads my legs wide and buries his face where I need him most.

Twenty-Three

Ivy

These last couple weeks have been a blur.

It’s been a cycle: by day, I’m cutting people’s hair, and by night, I’m getting worshipped by Aidan. I slip into his bed like clockwork. I usually wake up to him pressed against my back, his hand already between my legs, sensually massaging me. Is it bad that he hasn’t gotten up at his specified 4am time to get ready for work? Am I a bad influence for naughty Mr West? His phone usually blows up long before I’m even out of bed and getting ready for work.

This Steven guy isn’t slowing down, either. He’s been calling Aidan’s phone tirelessly, sometimes in the middle of the night. There’s conflict there, and I’m curious, but I’m not about to ask Aidan about it. He doesn’t seem all that bothered by it.

I sit up in bed now, watching Aidan get dressed. Is it odd I find a man putting on a suit so fucking hot? He knows I’m watching him. It’s nothing new, I’m just creepy that way. He smirks at me in response.

Today’s suit is deep grey with the most piercing light blue tie. He’s fitting his cuff links when I say, “You’re breathtaking, Aidan West.”

It’s a compliment come out of nowhere and spoken in the sincerest way. I couldn’t stop myself, though. Aidan stills in surprise as his eyes meet mine.

My cheeks redden. I feel suddenly shy. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re not used to compliments.”

His lips spread in a soft smile. “I’m not used to your compliments.”

I tilt my head to the side, staring at him right on back even though every inch of me is buzzing from his attention. “I always compliment you.”

“You compliment my cock.”

“If you think I’m complimenting your cock now, wait until it’s inside me.”

He chuckles and resumes his cufflinks, strolling to his closet. He disappears inside.

“Aidan,” I call out.

“Yeah?” he responds, emerging out of his closet with a pair of posh looking leather shoes.

I pause a second, lips parted. Then I build the courage to ask, “When will that happen?”

He takes a seat on the light blue accented armchair in the corner. He fits his shoes on, staring up at me thoughtfully. He doesn’t immediately answer. I wait for him, arms around my knees. The sheet keeps slipping around me, but he’s seen every inch of me, so it doesn’t bother me.

“When the time is right, we’ll know,” he finally answers.

That’s a weird answer. He ties his laces and stands up. As I mull over his answer, he disappears back into his walk-in closet. When will the time be right exactly? Is he reserved for a reason? I frown, not understanding. We’ve been very physical. He’s happy to spend an hour just kissing me, warming me up.

He’s fitting a watch around his wrist when he steps out.

“I’m clean,” I blurt out.

He stills again – twice I’ve done that to him in the span of ten minutes. “What?”

“I’m clean,” I repeat, shrugging through the awkwardness. “In case you’re wondering, I checked myself right after I found out about Derek cheating on me. I was at the clinic the very next day. We weren’t…we weren’t intimate for a very long time anyway, and I wasn’t overly concerned, but I had to make sure. I haven’t been with anyone since, and I’m on birth control, so there’s no risk of anything happening.”

My mouth is running, and I can’t stop myself. I let out a long breath when I’m done, feeling embarrassed.

Aidan’s brows come together, and he takes a few moments to process my word vomit. Then he comes to me and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. His arms come around me and he pulls me to him. The sheet falls away from me, and before I know it I’m naked and over his knees.

“You think I’d fuck your pussy with my tongue if I worried you were carrying anything?” he asks me then, sounding stern.

“I’m just saying –”

He smacks my ass hard and I jump in shock.

“Stop.”

SMACK.

“Saying.”

SMACK.

“Stupid.”

SMACK.

“Shit.”

SMACK.

He rubs my ass now, and I can’t imagine how red it must look. It’s burning and I’m shocked with myself because I let out these low moans every time he smacked me. It hurt, too. The smug jerk wasn’t gentle, and yet…I feel the most divine pulse between my legs.

It’s like he knows. I swear, he does. His hand is between my legs and his fingers are pushing inside me. I’m wet. I groan in pleasure as he fucks me slowly with that hand, rubbing my clit and working me in that masterful way of his.

“Fuck, Aidan,” I whisper, bucking my hips. “I can’t…”

I can’t think.

I can’t fight it.

My mouth is wide open and I’m going to scream from the pleasure.

“You can’t what, Ivy?” he presses, voice low. “Can’t take my pleasure anymore?”

“No.”

“You want me to stop?”

“No!” I suck in a breath, panicked at the thought of him leaving me hanging. He pushes deeper inside me, and I shudder. “Oh, my God, sir.”

“Mm,” he sounds satisfied as he continues to stroke me, torturing me with his touches. “I like when you’re about to come, Ivy. You’ll do anything for it, won’t you?”

I groan, saying nothing.

“You’d beg for it, I think.” He slows down. “I want to hear it. I want to hear you say, ‘please sir, fuck my pussy with your fingers and make me come.’ Say it, Ivy.”

I’m too lost in pleasure to give a shit. “Please, sir, fuck my pussy with your fingers and make me come.”

He pulls his fingers out of me and lands a loud slap across my ass. My body jerks in response as I let out a gasp.