Retrograde [Completed]

Part 8*

"Rossi, what's a quality golfing gift?" You're in his office, the two of you just finished brainstorming on a new research study. You were going to focus on the how the severity of the crime affected the bystander effect.

"Why are you asking me about golf?" He narrows his eyes.

"I have a friend who golfs, I just want to get them a gift." You shrug, staring down into the lo mein you were eating.

"Them?"

"Them, him, same difference." You continue you to pick at the food in the container with chopsticks.

"Is this your way of saying your seeing somebody, kid?"

"I'm not seeing him, we just occasionally are together. He got me a gift and I'm just returning the favor." You struggle to keep your voice light.

"Do I get to meet him?"

"Rossi, there's no reason for you to meet him."

"This is the first person you've talked about since Tyler. I think that's a big deal." His voice softens and he sets down the container of food he was holding.

"Rossi, please, don't do this."

"How are the nightmares?" He's trying to prove a point.

You pause for a moment, thinking about it. It had only been a week since you and Aaron started whatever this was but there had been a decrease. That could be attributed to a number of things though. "Better."

"Hmm." His hand comes up to stroke the hair on his face.

"Don't hmm me. Golf gifts, come at me." You try to reroute the subject.

"Well, dear, that depends on how much you want spend. On the higher end there's clubs, on the lower end golf balls and gloves. There's also shirts, shoes, pants." He counts off on his fingers.

"Jesus Christ, thanks for making this easy on me." You place the container of food on his desk. This was going to take some thought. Some care. Care that you didn't want to give.

"I'm sure whatever you get him, he'll appreciate it." He tries to ease your slight panic.

"Thanks, Rossi."

"You're welcome, kid. Now...what's his name?" He raises an eyebrow expectantly.

"Oh absolutely not!" You gather you things up and walk out of his office with plans to head to nearest sporting goods store.

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You're sitting at home on a Friday night, writing a poem about the cool autumn breeze that would be here soon. Sid is out with her on again off again fling, Mandy and Garcia is with Derek. You'd barely seen her outside of work since they'd met in the club. Given it'd only been two weeks but still. You hadn't seen Aaron outside of class much either other than the occasional make out session in the elevator when passing by. He'd been busy all week. That was fine with you. It meant that the scary feelings you were starting to develop would develop a bit slower. Or maybe you could stop them from developing more at all. Your phone rings and it's him. Your heartbeat skyrockets and you answer.

"Hi." Your voice is soft.

"What are you up to?" He asks, skipping the formalities.

"I'm having a raging Friday night at home alone."

"Text me your address."

"Who said I wanted to see you?" You challenge, sitting up in your bed.

"Don't play coy, Aisha, I know you're missing it as much as I am." His voice is barely above a whisper and seductive.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." You bite your lip and squeeze your legs together. It's like he always knew what to say to turn you on.

"I want to fuck your brains out and I know you want the same thing."

"Aaron!" You scold.

"Come on baby, you know it's true." He croons and you can't help by smile.

"Fine." You hang up and quickly text him your address.

45 minutes later there's a knock at your door. You've changed into a tube top and and your shortest pair of shorts, making sure you cleavage hangs out just right. When you open the door your he's standing there with three bags in his hands. He's wearing black jeans and a lightweight tan sweatshirt.

"I thought you might be hungry." He smiles goofily and you can't help but smile back. You open the door all the way and move out of the way so he can walk in. "This is cozy. You live with a roommate?"

"Sidney Adams, she's in your class with me." You lead him into the kitchen. He sets the food on the counter and looks you up and down, his eyes hooded. "Thirsty?" Before he can answer you, you turn and open the fridge, bending over to give him a show. His hands are gripping your waist in a matter of moments, pulling you back against him.

"You're being a tease, Aisha." His tone is a warning but you don't care.

You wiggle your ass against his erection. "Am I? I hadn't noticed."

His hand is knotted in your hair then, pulling you to stand up straight. He turns you around and slams you into fridge, his lips crushing to yours. Your hands are in his hair and you wrap your legs around his waist. The friction of his fly against you makes you groan in pleasure. His hand snakes its way into your shorts, making its way to your clit.

"Oh fuck me." You moan out as he rubs your clit in slow circles, his lips sucking on your neck.

He pulls back, his eyes meeting yours. "Here or the bedroom?"

"Bedroom. Down the hall on the left." You reply quickly before starting to kiss on his jaw and neck. He's moving swiftly down the hall and the two of you bust in your room in a frenzy. He throws you down on the bed, crawling up between your legs. He wastes no time, pulling your panties and shorts.

"You wore these to tease me, didn't you? Walking around here in basically nothing, like a slut." He starts to kiss the inside of your thigh and you moan as he nips and sucks towards your sex.

"Yes, daddy." The words leave your mouth without thinking. You'd never called anyone that before during sex.

"Oh, baby say it again." He murmurs with a chuckle, before his mouth is on your clit.

"Yes daddy!" You say louder as he pushes two of his fingers into you. You throw your head back in pleasure as his fingers fill you over and over.

"I'm going to fuck you until you scream loud enough for this whole apartment complex to hear." He continues to lick and suck on you. You feel your orgasm getting closer as you clench around his fingers. He stops abruptly, sitting back to remove his boxers and jeans. He pins you down by wrapping a hand around your throat and slams into you, causing you to cry out. "That's right, feel me baby."

"Oh, Aaron." You choke out and he tightens his grip on your throat, smiling down at you mischievously.

He leans down to kiss you and pulls back, his eyes boring into yours. "Is daddy fucking you good?" The hand not around your throat comes to cradle the back of your head. His eyes are burning with lust.

"Yes, sir." You screw your eyes shut trying to focus on the heavenly feeling of him inside you.

"You can do better than that, Aisha." He scolds you playfully, releasing his hold on your neck.

"Yes, sir!" You yell out loudly, your mouth going slack as his thrusts continue to push you higher and higher, and closer to your release.

"That's my good girl." He draws out the last two words, his eyes not leaving yours.

"Yes yours, all yours!" You're practically screaming now. It's like he could get you to say anything when you were having sex with him. All of your reservations went out the window.

"All mine." His says firmly.

You feel the familiar tightening in your lower belly. "Aaron, I'm so close."

He gives you a wolfish grin and moves his lips to you ear, nibbling on it gently. "Give it to me, baby. Come on my cock." He whispers into your ear. Your orgasm intensely rips through you and you clutch him close to you. He continues to fuck you through your release and stills once he reaches his, letting out a string of curses before collapsing on top of you.