Chapter Two
Aria's POV
I froze the second I heard the door creak. My breath caught in my throat as I yanked the blanket up over my bare skin. My heart raced, pounding against my ribs so hard I thought it might give me away.
And there he was—Caleb. Standing at the edge of my bed like a shadow, his arms crossed, jaw tight, his dark eyes fixed on me. I could barely breathe.
"Why are you snooping around my room?" I blurted, my voice shaky, desperate to sound more annoyed than embarrassed.
He didn't flinch. His gaze lingered, slow, dragging down the line of my covered body before snapping back to my face. "Snooping?" His lips tilted in something between a smirk and a sneer. "Your moaning filled the whole damn house. You should tone it down."
Heat rushed through my cheeks, but shame wasn't the only thing curling inside me. His voice was low, rough, the kind that carried straight into my stomach. I clutched the blanket tighter, wishing it would swallow me whole.
"I…" I swallowed, unable to finish. His words left me stripped bare even though I was hidden under fabric.
He tilted his head, studying me, and for a heartbeat I could have sworn his eyes softened—until they slid to the window. He lingered there, something unreadable flashing across his face.
Confused, I followed his gaze. My body stiffened. Through the wide open window, the curtains slightly parted, I saw my mother… my mother—pressed against the wall, Richard's body caging hers in. His hips slammed into her, his hand fisting her hair as she cried out his name.
I gasped, my own moan tumbling out unbidden, shameful, needy.
My thighs clenched instantly. The blanket slipped as I shifted, and before I could think, my fingers slipped between them. One gentle stroke. Then another. My body betrayed me, soaking with heat, matching the rhythm of Richard's thrusts against my mother.
I squeezed my eyes shut, hating myself and craving more at once.
Then I heard another sound, deep, guttural, masculine.
My eyes snapped open. He was still there. His gaze burned into me, sharp and consuming. His chest rose heavy, his lips parted, and I realized with a jolt—he was watching me.
Mortified, I scrambled for the blanket, clutching it against me, words tumbling out. "Don't look—"
But his voice cut me, rough, amused. "No need to cover up. I've already seen everything."
The heat in his tone made my body betray me all over again.
I bit my lip, wishing I could vanish. Wishing he'd stop. But instead, he twisted the knife deeper. "Don't be shameless like your mother. Moving into a man's house after two weeks of dating… pathetic."
Anger flared sharp in my chest. His words stung, made me want to lash out. But before I could respond, he turned and walked out, leaving me shaking, humiliated, furious.
I clenched the blanket until my knuckles went white. "I'll make you regret saying that," I whispered to the empty room.
But no matter how much anger I tried to summon, the image of Richard's cock wouldn't leave my mind. Thick. Veined. Buried deep in my mother's body. My thighs pressed tight together, aching, restless, remembering.
That night, I barely slept.
The next morning, we gathered for breakfast. I sat stiffly at the table, Richard and Caleb across from me, while my mother busied herself setting plates.
"So, Aria," Richard said warmly, his deep voice rolling through me like a reminder of the night before. "Settling in well?"
I could barely meet his eyes. My lips parted, but the words stuck in my throat. My skin burned, my heart racing at the memory of his body moving inside my mother.
Caleb's smirk slid across the table. "She's settling just fine," he said, almost mocking, his tone laced with something only I could hear.
I wanted to throw the fork at him.
By afternoon, I couldn't stand it anymore. My body felt wired, restless, buzzing. I slipped into a bikini and went out to the pool, hoping the cool water would calm me down. The house was bigger than I'd ever imagined, every corner of it a reminder that I was in their world now, not mine.
I swam lap after lap, but the images wouldn't leave me. Richard's body. Caleb's eyes watching me. The shame, the heat.
When my phone buzzed, I grabbed it immediately, desperate for distraction. Tony's name lit the screen. My chest eased—at least with him, I could breathe.
Except when I answered, it wasn't his face I saw. It was his cock, hard and flushed, filling the screen as he stroked it.
My body reacted instantly, warmth pooling between my thighs, knees trembling.
"Aria…" His voice was low, rough, desperate. "I've been thinking about you all night. Can you feel it too?"
Heat rushed through me as I nodded, though he couldn't see it.
I sat down and placed the phone directly at my pussy. My fingers trembled, brushing against my bikini bottoms. My wetness had already made a slick patch, and I couldn't resist sliding a finger inside myself. The moan that escaped my lips was soft, breathless, almost guilty—but it only made him groan louder.
"God, you're already so wet," he hissed. "I wish I could touch you, taste you…"
I shivered at the thought, my hips rolling slightly against my fingers. My other hand traced over my stomach, teasing my nipples through the bikini top. I could feel the slick wetness on my finger spreading, and I pressed harder, curling them inside me. Every stroke was mirrored in my imagination by his cock, pulsing, glistening, teasing me further.
"Aria…" His voice grew rougher, more urgent, each syllable like fire against my skin. "You feel so perfect. I want you—right now."
I gasped, rocking my hips against my hand, imagining him behind me, thrusting deep. I bit my lip, holding the phone closer so I could see every twitch of his fingers, every pulse of his veins. The heat was overwhelming, my body trembling with need.
Sliding another finger in, I moaned louder, my eyes fluttering shut. My hand moved faster, imagining Tony moaning my name in the same rhythm as I moved. My nipple hardened under my touch, and I pinched it lightly, pulling another breathless moan from my throat.
"Oh fuck…. Tony I want your cock…" I whispered, arching my back. "Fuck me please… I want your big cock inside my tight pussy…" I moaned. My thighs clenched around my fingers as my wetness slicked my hand. The sound of Tony groaning through the phone made my skin tingle all over, my core tightening like a coil ready to snap.
I alternated strokes, teasing the tip of my clit, curling my fingers deeper inside me, matching my rhythm to the way he was stroking himself. My chest rose and fell rapidly, breath hitching as each thrust of my fingers made me shiver.
"Tony… I—" My voice broke under the heat, a moan slipping out despite my attempts to keep quiet. He groaned back, harsh and needy, urging me faster.
I pressed my fingers against my clit, circling, feeling my body spiral higher, every nerve on fire. My toes curled, my hips lifting instinctively, my stomach tightening with each pulse, each groan from him. I was drowning in desire, lost to the sensation, aching for release.
I imagined his hands on me, holding me tight, thrusting deep and hard, whispering my name as I clenched around him. The fantasy made me moan louder, my body quivering as heat pooled and tightened unbearably.
"Aria… don't stop," he rasped, voice rough, thick with lust. "I'm close…"
I bit my lip, chasing my own climax, curling my fingers inside and circling my clit, hips rolling in desperate rhythm. My back arched, breath ragged, and then it hit—my body shuddered, clenching, fingers trembling as I tumbled over the edge. Waves of heat and pleasure coursed through me, my moans raw and unrestrained.
I barely had time to recover when he groaned again, his fingers moving faster, the pulse in his cock mirroring the pulse of my own climax. My wetness slicked my hand as I continued to stroke, watching his face contort with pleasure through the screen.
"Yes yes yes… I'm coming…..Aria…."
I trembled, hips rocking once, twice more as I rode the aftershocks, my nipples hard and sensitive, my stomach fluttering with bliss. The sound of his moan, deep and guttural, mixed with mine, making my ears burn with need.
When I finally slowed, trembling, panting, my fingers sticky with my own release, I dared a glance at the phone. Tony's face was flushed, eyes half-closed, a satisfied grin tugging at his lips.
I bit my lip, pressing the phone to my chest.
"Are you this naughty." A voice sound from behind.