CHAPTER520
Arrick slides down from his position behind me at the couch and slumps on the floor, using it as a back rest as I flop sideways and stretch out on the full length of the sofa, feeling his head and hair nearby and pushing my fingers into the spiky hair on top. He leans into my hand and sighs heavily, both of us equally worn out and breathless. Neither of us have a stitch of clothing on, yet my body heat is through the roof and generally feel like I could sleep. Heart pounding from exertion and every single part of my skin and inner body is tingling all over.
“Jesus baby… My little porn star. Who knew I would find a girl who matched my stamina? I almost bailed because I thought I was going to have a heart attack mid-way through. Now that…. Was worth missing you for a week!” He turns and hits me with a boyish smile, catching my eye from his angle as I can only try and regain my breath, calm my racing pulse and seriously luxuriate in the marathon of positions he introduced me to.
It wasn’t like any other time he’s made love to me; this time was all sex. Primal, unleashed, pushed by having been apart, and the first time I can tell that he has really let go and showed me what he’s got. I was right about the unbridled passionate side to him; he’s a demon when he lets go and my body hasn’t an inch left that didn’t meet some part of his. I didn’t know sex in acrobatic positions could feel so good and found my favorite is when he gets behind me and we both stay upright.
Somehow intimate yet also so goooood!
He has left my skin pink and sizzling and taught me a thing or two in the last two hours. It only makes me love him more now, seeing that every other time has been gentle and controlled and has been fully aware of my every noise and mood throughout. This time he gave his all, like I was any other girl with no seedy past or fragile scars to worry about. I needed him to be that way, more than I knew I did.
I giggle at him, running my fingers through that sandy, sexy as sin hair style, all short back and sides but long enough on top to grab onto, which I did, several times. He’s a lot less scratched up since I had my nails rounded out, but he still bears my marks on various places of that tanned body.
“You have been holding back on me.” I tug his hair and he gets up, sliding on top of me on the couch and nestling comfortably into my body, propping his elbow at either side of my chest so he can rest his chin on his hands over me, eyes skimming my breasts.
“I haven’t wanted to scare you. Didn’t want a repeat of the first time we ever tried. Finally figuring out what triggers your reactions means I can relax a little. I can read you better than you think sometimes. Learning the little tells that I never used to notice when it comes to this.” He leans down and plants a kiss on my left breast with a cheeky smile. His touch can still make me burn, even if he did just satisfy me in all kinds of ways. Our bodies fit so perfectly together.
“I trust you… I know that no matter what, I can always stop you… That no means something.” I glance away, sudden emotion catching my throat when on this topic and gaze at the wall of books and memorabilia I have been filling my shelves with lately. A mini fluffy Unicorn Arrick brought home for me is sitting on the coffee table watching us.
“Tell me how your week was.” Arrick changes the subject, sensing my uneasiness and I turn back to him with an adoring smile. His eyes trained on my face, committing me to memory and looking at me as though I am the most perfect girl he has ever laid eyes on. My heart does that gooey melt thing that he causes, and I sigh back at him, with complete devotion.
“You know how my week was, you text and called me endlessly.” I giggle, pulling his face forward with two flat palms and strain up to kiss him on the mouth. Meeting those soft lips perfectly.
“You know maybe I missed something.” He kisses me again before I flop back down and stare up at him lazily.
“Me… You missed me.” I point out with a grin, poking him in the cheek playfully and then tracing that strong jawline tenderly.
“I did.” He nods in all seriousness, grinning at me again and I sigh and trace that seductive mouth with my fingertips. I love his smile, I always have. All perfect Hollywood white teeth and manly kissable lips. He has the kind of mouth that makes you want to kiss him.
I love that he always seems to be smiling nowadays, it’s one thing I missed a lot in the past couple of years, when he seemed to get more and more emotionally cool and serious. Like he was maturing and losing the fun boyish part of him that has made a comeback.
“I barely noticed you weren’t here.” I raise a brow with a dead pan tone, smirking at him as his grins stays put, all sexy dimples and flawless lines. Not convinced at all.
“That explains the constant little insecure ‘Ohhh, I need you home. I miss you Arrrryyy’, texts.” He mimics my girly voice and clutches his heart dramatically. I slap his shoulder and shove him, but he barely moves, catching my fingers and pins my hand to the couch.
“They were for my other boyfriend, I just mistyped your number.” I screw up my face, at him, and he mimics me looking crazily cute. Annoyingly childish at times, but in a way that I go weak for.
“Better up my game then, make sure you ditch the other one and devote all your attention to me.” He nudges me with his groin and I am shocked that my lady parts actually react with a ‘yes please’ moment of their own accord.
I think I have an addiction.
“He is a hard act to follow, I might not really be that into you.” I squeal when he moves up fast, his mouth nibbling my neck and holding me down mercilessly. His body crushing me to the couch deliberately, so I can barely move, and I wiggle to get him off.
“Well we both know I am the only one making you cum several times a day. Besides, your other boyfriend is gay, he can stick with your love of clothes and shoes and breaking your credit card. I will stick to satisfying the parts of you that need a straight guy.” Arrick lifts his chin and grazes his mouth against mine, relieving the pressure of his weight from me once more.
“I do love Christian.” I giggle at him as he rolls his eyes, mocking my favorite gesture, or stealing it. Not sure which.
“I kinda figured you did. Especially as he keeps texting me to try and wind me up about what he’s getting up to with you in my absence.” Arrick lifts his brows and smiles as I instantly blanche.
“What? When?” I giggle, surprised, knowing fine well Christian would do something like that to wind Arrick up. Lately they have become good friends; he talks to him a lot when we are out as a group, I know they text and call each other too, and they even went on a guy night out with Nathan not too long ago and met Christian’s elusive man for pool and beer.
“Likes to keep me on my toes and remind me you’re within his grasp if he just switches up his sexuality.” He raises a brow, completely unbothered by any Christian threats.
“He’s so naughty. I’ll have to punish him for that sort of behavior.” I laugh a little more, enamored with how funny my friend is. Arrick shakes his head at me, looking serious so suddenly.
“Don’t. I like that you finally found friends you let in, Sophs, instead of just hanging with me and mine. You learned to trust people outside of the family, finally let other people matter to you. I like both, a lot. You finally met people worthy of you, and knowing they are there for you when I’m gone is all that kept me sane this past week.” He rolls me to my side and then nestles beside me to face him, tucking my hair behind my ear and coming nose to nose with me.
“You, obviously, are not the jealous type.” I point out, something I have always known. I often wondered how two brothers could be so completely different when it came to this sort of stuff. Jake is a green-eyed demon who literally jumps on any guy who looks Emma’s way. Even gay ones. Arry only seems to get pissed if men cross the line and try to go beyond showing an interest in me.
“Not generally, I do have my moments with you though. Guess I am not insecure, never really have been. I don’t feel threatened by other men, baby, never known what it’s like to feel that way, because I know you’re all mine. I know you would never do anything to hurt me in that way. Trust is a two-way thing.” He shrugs at me, completely open and for a second I’m slapped with that pang of guilt. Knowing fine well that when it comes to Natasha I don’t know how to feel. I know I trust him, yet at the same time I can’t get past her. Can’t ever get that niggling horrible black dot from inside of me where she is concerned and listening to him now it just makes me feel shitty as a person."
