I Want Him [18+]

6 - Done With Him

Blinking her eyes open, Aimee furrowed her eyebrows at the lack of pinks and purples her eyes should've of been seeing due to that being her own bedroom decor - not four plain white walls with no decoration to them.

She shouldn't of been sleeping on some twin sized mattress when she had her own king size bed at home

And she shouldn't of had an inked arm which didn't belong to her, wrapped around her waist and with a handful of her breast

Wait, breast.

As in naked!

Slowly lifting up the covers, Aimee couldn't help but whisper shout, "Shit!" As she found herself in her very own birthday suit.

Just as she had emerged into the world, butt ass naked!

But who the hell was copping a feel of her in her sleep as they held her securely.

Hesitantly, Aimee tried not to wince as she slowly turned her head to look at who the inked arm belonged to, only for her chest to begin to rise and fall rapidly to the very sight of Ollie Stone in bed with her.

Shit

Shit

Shit!

It wasn't meant to happen like this. She was meant to play hard to get. She was meant to tease him. She was mean to make him wait

But how could she?

How could she when she saw that hard body of his, as he took off his T-shirt last night. How his back muscles flexed as he pulled it off. How when he turned around his hard abs practically glowed. How she saw that v-line of his leading to black Calvin Klein boxers that hung low on his waist. How she saw his dark happy trail lead down from his belly button- to some where she wanted to see, wanted to lick, wanted to suck.

Oh god. He was good. So good.

Last night was amazing.

It was a dream come true, but Aimee knew how these things went and she knew she couldn't face him in the morning. She couldn't face the awkward small talk before he probably kicked her out, so she knew what she had to do.

Cautiously, pulling the covers off of her top half, Aimee sighed at the task at hand.

Slowly, she attempted to pluck Ollie's thick fingers that cupped her breast off one by one.

Her nipples were pebbled, she didn't know whether it was from the coldness she'd just exposed herself to by lifting the covers, or the fact that the Oliver Stone - who knew exactly what he was doing in the bedroom had his hand possessively on one of her breasts as she felt his semi poking her bum - but either way Aimee couldn't help but hate herself for sleeping with him.

Why, why, why did she not just stop and think.

For once, don't just give up the goods!

Silently, having a mini celebration at this going so well so far - that being her escape - Aimee carefully, began to raise Ollie's arm up to she could slip out of bed and get semi decently changed into her discarded clothes on the floor - anything that was socially okay for her to walk home in at this rate because she needed to get out of this house as soon as possible

But all Aimee's efforts were in vain, as Ollie moaned out, wrapping his arm back around her as he cupped her breast once again - like he was a breastfeeding child - attached to it, mumbling in a deep voice "Aims were you trying to sneak off without saying goodbye?"

Aims

Aimee inwardly swooned at the nickname once again. God, that nickname did things to her and it was so simple. She had to clench her thighs together at the memory of him moaning it last night.