The Gun and the Rose

4 | Office Affair

A/N: Mature Content Warning

He took a moment to compose himself before smiling and opening the door all the way. "No, I'm not busy."

I pulled my boots off and looked around, taking his much larger apartment. "You live here alone?" I asked, unzipping my jacket.

"Here, I'll take it," he offered to take my coat from me and hung it up. "Yup. Me, myself and I."

"It's huge," I observed, smiling at him. He took a seat across from me, resting his elbows on his knees. He looked like an absolute sight to look at, in nothing but a pair of sweats, bare-chested. His biceps were drool-worthy, and the outline of abs, proof that he was indeed in shape.

"What brings you here?" he questioned, raising his brows. My eyes dropped to the floor, blushing as I realized how stupid I was to come here at all.

"I was hoping I could stay the night."

"Why?"

"It's okay if you don't want me to. I can go," I said suddenly, getting to my feet.

Aerion stood, making his way over to me, grabbing my wrist. "I never said you can't stay, Rose, I only wanted to know what happened," he said lowly, his fingers moving up to the sleeve of my blouse. I was still in my work clothes and didn't get the chance to change.

"My best friend just got engaged so, I let her and her fiance have the apartment for the night," I explained.

"That was sweet of you."

"Thank you," I whispered, meeting his eyes. He leaned his head down, his breath on my lips. I refrained from touching him, knowing that once I did it would difficult to stop. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"You don't want to?" he asked, pressing a kiss against my throat.

I reached up and held him where his head and neck connected, his skin hot. "I do, but we're partners," I reasoned, finding it hard to focus with him kissing me.

His lips trailed across my jaw until he met my ear. He bit down gently on the lobe. "It's not against the rules," he whispered against my ear. I kissed him, softly, boosting myself to his height with my toes. He paused a minute in, breathing heavy. "Do you want this, Rose?"

"Yes, Aerion," I said, nodding. He sat down on the couch, guiding me on top of him. I kissed, moaning against his lips as his fingers unbuttoned my shirt. It had been a few months since I got laid, and that was desperate tinder sex that left me extremely unsatisfied. I had to rely on my fingers to get myself off after the guy left. I hoped Aerion could give me something more to work with. He touched the hem of my shirt but I recoiled, his hands dropping.

"Can I leave the shirt on?" I asked, wrapping my arms around myself self-consciously. Aerion looked confused but nodded.

"If you feel more comfortable." I did feel more comfortable with the coverage wearing my blouse provided me with. It hid the ugly but didn't interfere with the sex.

I clambered off him long enough to pull my pants and panties off. I was only wearing a pair of plain, cotton white underwear, not the sexier thong I would prefer to have on for occasions like this. I straddled him once again, pulling his sweats and boxers down. His cock wasn't a bad size, average but thick. I spit on my hand before wrapping it around his shaft, letting him harden a little more.

Aerion groaned, the grip on my hips tightening. When he was at his peak hardness, I lifted myself up and guided him inside me, moaning as I sank down. I grabbed his shoulders for support, nestling onto him down to the hilt. "You're so tight," he hummed in my ear. I smiled, lifting myself up before coming back down. Aerion froze. "Shit. Condom." He pulled out of me, setting me onto the couch before running into his room. He emerged a moment later, rolling the rubber onto himself.

"Thank you for remembering," I whispered, leaning back against the armrest of the couch. I opened my legs wide, my fingers trailing down as I parted my lips. I inserted two fingers inside me, my thumb circling my clit. This three-finger routine was extremely familiar for me, a routine that almost always led me to an orgasm. But right now, I was preparing myself and getting myself more aroused. I removed my fingers as Aerion stroked himself, angling his pelvis to enter me. He pushed into me, thrusting slowly. I lifted my legs higher, giving him space to go deeper.

"Fuck," he murmured, pressing a kiss against my ankle. I grinned, moaning lightly as the pace of his thrusts picked up. I dragged my fingers down his chest, my nails scraping the slightly damp skin. His eyes met mine, lust, and arousal dripping off the blue orbs. There was nothing remotely romantic about this, no declarations of love, or the need to hold each other, it was sex that we both needed. The small smile on his face matched mine. I could feel a small sensation building inside me but not strong enough to call the beginning of an orgasm.

"Go harder," I instructed. Speed and depth were my two favorite ways of getting off. He nodded, holding my legs apart wide and did as I said. He slid in forcefully, making my back arch in pleasure. "That's perfect." The pressure built, my whimpers turning into louder moans. I was getting there but not enough.

Still not enough.

So, I reached down and rubbed the small bundle of nerves. The second I touched the sensitive button, I moaned louder. The combination of his thrusts and stimulating myself was bliss and I could feel myself reaching my peak.

"I-I'm coming," I bit out before my orgasm crashed down on me. It was the familiar warmness that surrounded me, the buzzing in my ears and blurry vision. Aerion came a moment later; jerky thrusts before groaning loudly, emptying himself into the condom. He pulled out, carefully rolled the condom off, tied and trashed it. I got to my shaky feet, a little sore and headed to the bathroom. As I peed, I let myself reflect on the last half hour.

The sex wasn't mind-blowing, it was good, solid. I enjoyed it but couldn't help feeling a little unsatisfied as I washed up. A tiny part of me hoped that Aerion would be able to make me orgasm without my interference and maybe it was possible, but I was too impatient to wait it out. I exited the bathroom, following Aerion as he gestured for me to follow him into the bedroom. We both climbed into the bed, keeping each other warm as he held me in his arms.

"I never knew you had a tattoo," Aerion said after a few minutes of silence. I looked at him through the darkness, laughing lightly.

"I got it the moment I turned 18," I spoke. I only had one tattoo. Several roses decorated my right thigh and wrapped around the side of my hip and butt.

"What do they mean?" he asked. My smile faded, my body recoiling slightly.

"I just like roses," I answered, my voice falling flat. Those roses held secrets I didn't wish to discuss with Aerion or anyone else for that matter. "My namesake." He murmured something else, but I was too tired to pay attention. I closed my eyes and gave in to my fatigue.

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