Eight Weeks (Unfrozen Four Book 2)

“And you keep on falling, baby, figure it out”—Falling by Chase Atlantic

My back hits the wall of one of these food stalls, but I don’t care because the second it does, Aaron’s lips are back on mine.

I meant to kiss him all day long, was waiting for him to kiss me… but it never happened. Admittedly, I didn’t want to weird out my friends by kissing Aaron randomly in front of them, and I assume he thought the same.

But now we are kissing, and fuck, I do not want to stop. Ever.

I’m not sure if it’s a lack of oxygen in my brain that makes me think making out in public isn’t inappropriate, but right at this moment, I really don’t give any fucks. Besides, nobody’s here, now, is there?

“I lied,” I admit once Aaron gives us a second to draw in ragged breaths.

“I know.”

“About the kiss not meaning anything, I mean.” His lips press to mine again, quickly, shortly. Not nearly long enough to put out the fire it was lighting up.

“I know, love.”

Leaning my head against the wooden wall, I draw my eyebrows together, bringing a hand up to his face to keep his mouth parted from mine. “You knew?”

He nods with a smirk. “You’re an awful liar, Icicle.” Aaron lays the palm of his hand right over my heart, his eyes holding mine. “Your heart’s always betraying you. It beats faster when you lie, and you get these guilt-filled eyes. One side of your lip twitches for a short second, and often times, you close your eyes to take a deep breath before lying.”

“I hate you.”

His mouth crashes down to mine, bringing back unwanted butterflies. “Liar,” he whispers.

“I didn’t lie.” I did.

“Mhm.” His hands travel down my body, stopping by my hips. “So, if I snuck my hand underneath your skirt, I wouldn’t find you wet at all?”

I shake my head. “No.” His eyes dare me to challenge him, waiting for my consent to touch me. Suddenly I remember one text Aaron received a couple of days ago, a perfect way to challenge him. “You wouldn’t even dare to touch me if I begged you.”

He winks, then in the blink of an eye, he turns me around. My palms pressing against the wood as he pushes my legs a little further apart, enough to sneak a hand underneath my skirt.

The tips of his fingers gaze my panties, a soft shiver running through my body. I can hear his heavy breathing, hot air blowing on my neck. He wastes no time to gently push my panties aside, sliding his fingers through my slick folds.

I can hear a low groan coming from him, his head dipping down until his mouth is close to my ear. “You’re a little liar, Icicle.” His voice is raspy, whispery, I could die hearing his voice.

A moan escapes me as one finger sinks inside me, and it takes all my willpower not to hit my head against the wood in front of me.

His erection presses against my lower back, an instant wave of lust washing over me at the feeling. Truthfully, I’ve never been one to find the feeling of a dick hot, but everything seems to be different with Aaron.

“Can you feel what you do to me?” he asks, pressing his hips a bit harder against my body.

A satisfies grunt leaves him when I nod in response.

As Aaron pushes yet another finger inside me, I lean my head against the wooden wall, not caring whether this might get me a splinter or not. All I truly care about is the ever-growing desire to come and the sudden heat that my body is met with.

“Tell me how badly you want to come,” he says in a low tone, planting a kiss behind my ear.

I don’t answer, but instead I moan a little breathlessly.

“You need to answer me, love.”

If only words were still present in my head. “Please,” I manage to spit out, desperate.

Hearing a soft, breathy chuckle coming from Aaron is almost as hot as his raspy morning voice. And believe me, I’ve been trying my very best not to cry of desperation every single morning since we’ve come here. Now, I no longer have to pretend that either of those doesn’t turn me on. Because they fucking do.

It isn’t until I hear a woman’s laughter that I’m reminded of Aaron and my surroundings.

“Aaron,” I force out, “we’re in public.”

“So?”

“Anyone could see us.”

His fingers pull out of me, the loss being awfully disappointing. Why do we have to be outside, surrounded by hundreds of people? We could have had something really good—

Aaron turns me back around, pressing my back into the wall. His mouth comes down to mine, yet our lips don’t meet. “What? You’re scared of getting caught?”

“Kind of.” Am I though? What’s supposed to happen?

Someone will see us, big deal. Like they’ve never opened Google to watch some porn. Now, they’d see it in person. Lucky them.

Aaron is about to take a step back, clearly validating my decision. And, fuck, does it feel great knowing he respects my choices, unlike a certain ex-boyfriend.

“Actually, no. I’m not scared of getting caught.”

He halts, looking into my eyes. The light shining on us from the lamppost that’s good thirty-two foot away illuminates his face, highlighting all the right curves and makes him look five times as handsome as he is. “You sure?”

I kiss the corner of his mouth. “I’m sure.”

As our lips lock and my hands find into his hair, Aaron undoes his pants, pushing them down enough to free his erection. I want to reach down, stroke him, but I keep myself from doing it. With my friends waiting, and the possibility of someone finding us, we’re on some kind of time-limit after all.

So I just wait. Wait until he has pulled out his wallet, took out a condom, then let the wallet fall to the floor like he has no care in the world.

After that, he tears open the foil, takes out the condom and quickly rolls it onto his dick.

But then I have to wait another moment because Aaron just keeps looking into my eyes as though he can’t believe we’re doing this. Neither can I.

“Aaron,” I say under my breath, just to make sure he’s still present.

“Did you know you’re really fucking beautiful?” He lifts me off the ground, my legs wrapping around his hips at the same time as my arms find their way around his neck.

“Figured.” My breath hitches when Aaron slides the tip of his dick through my folds, then slowly guides his tip inside of me.

“How so?” He sinks in a little deeper, so slow, I will quite literally explode with exasperation if he goes any slower.

“You keep staring at me like I’m the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.”

I thought he was at least halfway inside of me by now, but I’m being proven wrong when Aaron suddenly pulls me down onto his cock. I suck in a breath, feeling unusually full.

One after the other, Aaron brings one arm underneath my legs so it’s easier for him to hold me up, only that the change of arm placement pushes him a little deeper inside me, eliciting sharp gasps from me.

“You’re not an object, Sofia,” he whispers into my ear, then leaves a kiss right behind it. “But yes, you’re the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on.”

He kisses my lips, down my jawline, the parts of skin on my neck he can reach. And when I part my lips to suck in some air, Aaron takes full advantage, bringing his mouth back to mine and sliding his tongue in.

My heart almost combusts at the contact. He tastes like himself, something masculine and a little mix of my lipstick.

Aaron thrusts deeper inside me, letting out a raspy groan, his fingertips pressing into my skin where he holds me up. I moan in response.

My eyes roll back in my head, seeing stars for a second there. And holy fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever felt my orgasm build as fast as it does right now. But quite frankly, I don’t really care either.

I clench around Aaron’s dick, and when a hoarse grunt leaves him, I know he can feel it.

“Fuck, Sofia,” Aaron rasps as he thrusts faster inside me, leaving kisses along my jawline. “I want you to come on my cock, love.” Like I’m not literally seconds away from doing just that.

It’s approximately thirty-seven point four degrees outside, and yet my skin feels like it’s on fire. There’s nothing I’d rather do right now than strip down and cool off, but since we’re in public, that wouldn’t be my best decision.

Aaron captures my lips with his and pushes his tongue into my mouth as my breathing grows more and more irregular, gasping and panting for air. I moan, feeling my own body shake as I squeeze his cock and explode around him.

My eyes squeeze shut, my head falling against the wood behind me and my hands close into fists around his jacket as I let the power of my orgasm consume me.

He doesn’t stop moving. Aaron just keeps pushing inside of me, his pace gaining some speed. He’s kissing me hard, even though I barely manage to kiss him back.

My wet folds make it easy for him to thrust in and out of me with a ferocious velocity.

I tighten my arms a little around his neck, then lean into him. Moans spill out of me without a second thought, at least not until I hear yet another laughter that didn’t come from either Aaron or me. That’s when I bite my bottom lip to keep myself quiet.

“I want to hear the noises you make, Sofia,” Aaron groans, forcing himself even deeper inside of me, like he’s trying to explore every inch of me. My eyes shut tightly, my mouth falls open, a cry leaving me.

“Aaron.” I chant his name, at the same time as I felt another knot in my stomach grow, ready to let go and feel like falling and diving into a pool of ecstasy.

When I let the sweet relief consume me, allow tingles to run over the surface of my skin and my eyes roll back; legs shaking, my vagina clenches around Aaron’s cock.

“Fuck,” he grits out, the tips of his fingers pressing right into my skin as he squeezes my ass.

Seconds pass until Aaron eventually stops pumping into me and his body tenses as his orgasm hits him. Aaron leans his forehead against mine, panting, letting out gasps and a couple of curse words.

I’m officially ruined. Like, I knew my heart would always belong to Aaron, no matter how hard I’d have tried replacing him with another guy, but now I know for sure that it’s never going to be possible.

There’s a fine line between a casual hookup with a stranger and a hookup with the guy you’ve had feelings for since the moment you’ve laid eyes on him. I’m not even anywhere near the line, I’m entirely on the Aaron-fucking-Marsh-can-own-my-soul side.

With one last kiss Aaron peppers on my lips, he pulls out of me and sets me down on the floor. He still holds me up a little, making sure I don’t tip over, which I’m thankful for because, honestly? I would have.

“That was more than ‘head in and done’,” I chuckle, to which Aaron just casually winks like it’s nothing.

“Was it?” His lips press to my cheek. “Shit. I hope it was still okay.”

“Meh. I was expecting a quicker fuck.”

“Next time,” he promises with a smile. “We should go to Vegas and get married.”

I shake my head, bursting out into laughter. But the worst part, I almost agree, wouldn’t that idea be totally crazy. We’re only twenty-one. Well, he is. I won’t be for another two days. And besides, he doesn’t even mean it. It’s the post-orgasm talking. “I’ll take that as a compliment, you know.”

He snorts. “What for? I did all the work.”

“Excuse you? You got to hold me in your arms and look at me. That’s pretty tiring, you know? Plus, my pussy isn’t accessible for every guy I tumble across, so technically, I did more work than you.”

Aaron removes the condom from him, knotting it, zips up his pants. He picks up his wallet from the floor, then starts looking around us. When he spots a trashcan that must be owned by one of the food stalls, he turns back to look at me. “To no one but me.”

My eyebrows lower. “What?”

“Your pussy is not accessible for anyone but me, Sofia.” He reaches underneath my skirt, pulling on my panties to let them snap back into place.

“Aaron…”

“I mean it,” he says, and walks toward the trashcan to throw the used condom away. It’s a miracle they even keep some back here. “I just fucked my childhood crush. The one I promised to marry in the future. There is no fucking way I will ever allow any other man but me to touch you, Sofia. Not one.”