A Is For Anonymous Ch 02

The first touch makes me jump -- he nudges the silicone base of the dildo and groans in approval. The movement is too small and too deep and not him. I don't like that it's not him.

"I hate that this is inside of you instead of me," he admits, and palms the base over my underwear. He grinds it deeper, and I arch a little.

"Me, too," I tell him, breathless. The heat of him, the magnetic pull that vibrates through me, has my body contorting to get as close to him as possible. I whine, knowing the warmth of this hand is millimetres away from my skin.

I feel the mattress dip as he adjusts, putting more weight on one knee so he can push his other hand to cradle the back of my head, fingers threading through the hair. He angles my chin up with a gentle but authoritative tug, making me inhale sharply.

Then, his lips are finally on me. His kiss is soft and open at first, the contact humming through my spine like an electric current. It quickly morphs into something wild and hungry, and he flexes his wrist to create an ebb and flow of pressure against the dildo inside me, a kind of pulse. It makes my eyes roll back into my head, and for the first time I'm glad for the mask covering my eyes -- I'd hate for him to know how little he needs to do to drive me crazy.

But it's not just what he's actually doing; it's the smell of him, the firm ball of his shoulder in my hand, the knowledge that this strong, powerful man that could easily hurt me instead yearns to buy me pyjamas and write me love notes and make sure my doors are locked each night.

In fact, since I gave him that spare key, I've noticed that the internal locks on my windows have been upgraded from their previous rickety paint-over-rust barrel bolt form to more secure, sturdy looking sash locks.

I moan at his ministrations, and he curses, finally giving in and sliding his hand into my panties. His fingertips briefly caress my pubic bone before resting back over the dildo and he says, "Madison," then, he changes his mind and withdraws slightly, "Can I take these off?"

I realise he's pulling on the elastic of my shorts and tell him, immediately and emphatically, "Yes."

The slide of silk over my thighs has me lifting and manoeuvring desperately to get the clothes off me as quickly as possible, which makes him laugh. I'm about to tell him to shut up, to stop teasing me, that my patience is just about worn thin when he kisses me.

A real kiss. On the mouth. Our first kiss.

I melt too quickly and become a puddle of warm goo. He sighs into my mouth and tightens his fingers in my hair almost to the point of pain, like he's not in control of how close he wants me.

A's tongue slips into my mouth and I bloom open for him. I'm fisting the fabric of his shirt when his other hand glides up my inner thigh and grips the dildo, jolting me and forcing me to clench painfully around the silicone.

The first thrust pulls a sharp, strained sound from my throat and sends a cold flush through my whole body. The second has me humming, biting and licking and sucking his bottom lip greedily into my mouth.

"Good girl," A's voice reaches out to me, floating on a cloud, "You're doing so good, Madison."

When the climax I've been chasing all night finally finds me, I wish I knew his name if only so I could scream it.

'I don't want anything inside you except for me.' -- A

The note is sitting innocently atop my bedside table, where the drawer has been fashioned with a silver latch. A padlock dangles from the loop, ensuring my stash of beloved sex toys stays sealed inside.

Not only does this royally piss me off after a long day at work, it also instantly makes me wet, which is even more annoying.

I've managed to lure A into my bed twice this last week. The second time, he only held me, no matter how much I ground my ass into his erection. And now this. It's like he's trying to kill me.

He obviously wants me to keep wearing the eye mask, so I have adjusted to sleeping with it every night in the hopes I'll wake up to his warm body against mine. Wearing it now as I sit at the head of my bed, arms crossed and the lights off, I feel a little silly.

The moment I hear the door click shut and his soft footsteps near my doorframe, I call out, "If you don't tell me your name or fuck me right now, I'm changing my locks."

I hear him suck in a breath just outside my bedroom. There's a long silence and I can feel his gaze boring into me. I stay completely still, mouth set in a stern frown and fists tucked firmly beneath each opposite elbow.

Finally, he says, "My name is Aiden."

I soften, surprised. Aiden. So, 'A' wasn't just for 'alpha', then.

"Aiden," I try the name in my mouth, pleased with the sound.

"Fuck," he sighs, voice strained, "It sounds good when you say it."

"Hey, Aiden?" I ask.

"Yeah?"

"Now will you fuck me?"

He bursts out laughing, his turn to be completely taken aback. I try and fail to fight the smile that his reaction pulls from me. My mattress dips a little at the foot as he crawls up toward me, making my heart race.

I hadn't expected he actually would -- I would have shaved my legs if I had known this would happen tonight!

My breath hitches as a wall of his scent hits me, making my brain melt. Next comes his warmth, which has my sternum tugging, with a force that could only be described as magnetic, toward him.

Too quickly, he's kissing me, still grinning, and it makes me squeal in pleasure to have amused him so much. It's hard and deep, but stilted as our smiling teeth click together, making us laugh more.

He draws away too soon, and resists when I try to pull him back. He says three words, and they makes my whole being wilt in defeat.

"Not yet," he tells me, his voice still smiling, "Soon."