Symphony Of Control

Six

Aria’s POV

“Kendrick? Are you in there?”

Another knock came.

He covered my mouth with his hand, his length still buried deep inside me. My p***y closed around him, tight and throbbing.

The person waited for a few seconds but we soon heard receding footsteps—

Kendrick slowly pulled, slid the condom off and tossed it in the bin— I just sat on his desk still spread open and trembling.

“Put these on… now.” He handed my panties over.

I nodded and dressed up quickly.

My breathing still fast, I didn't know if I felt high, scared or just completely f****d— literally.

“See you in Paris,” he said.

I smiled and walked out, my legs still shaking.

I had barely taken a few steps away from Kendrick's office when Dylan showed up. He stood right in front of me like a damn wall— arms crossed and face crunched.

“So the rumors are true,” his voice sounded low and bitter.

I sighed.

“What do you want again, Dylan?”

He stepped closer so that I could feel the heat from his body.

“You and Kendrick— I thought you were just trying to mess with me the other day but you're actually f*****g him?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Damn I didn't expect you to stoop this low.” He scoffed.

I tried to walk past him but he caught my wrist, pulling me back and shoving me lightly against the wall.

His eyes locked on mine, “You remember how good I made you feel, right? You used to shake when I fingered you in the library. You used to bite your lips so hard just to stop from moaning.”

“Let go of me,” I said, jaw clenched.

But he didn’t.

“You used to love when I f****d you rough,” he whispered with his hand sliding under my skirt.

“I bent you over in the back seat, your legs shaking, panties completely ripped off— b***h you are always dripping wet for me.”

I slapped his hand away, my heart pounding.

“Touch me again and I swear—”

“What? You think Kendrick's better?” He hissed, grabbing my jaw hard.

“Think he knows how to f**k you like I did?”

I stared at him, eyes completely devoid of emotions. “I think he doesn't stoop so low to beg for second chances.”

His lips brushed closed to my cheek like he was going to kiss me.

“You're still mine, Aria,” he murmured.

I shoved him hard. “No. I never was and I'll never be.”

He froze.

His fist clenched as he breathed like he might explode.

I walked and didn't look back— why should I?

****

TWO DAYS LATER

I sat in the back seat of the car— still trying to wrap my head around the so-called “gift” my parents had for me.

As soon as we arrived at the airport, my driver helped with my language and we walked in. The place was busy and cold— my hand shook as I pulled my suitcase behind me.

“Aria?”

I turned.

Kendrick stood there with a carry-on and sunglasses— he looks so damn sexy in his well-fitting gray joggers and white polo shirt.

“You're here? Is your flight also by 3?”

“Yeah… I guess we're on the same flight then…” he smirked.

“Oh my god… this will be fun.”

The flight soon started boarding and we were ushered to our suits. Crazy enough, our suits were right next to each other.

Night fell fast and the cabin lights dimmed. I tried to fall asleep after watching a few shows but I couldn't.

I knocked lightly on his door.

He opened— his shirt off, exposing his defined abs and he had a glass in hand.

“I brought drinks,” I said holding up the bloody Mary's the steward had handed me.

He signaled me in and we sat by the window. It was fun— we chatted about nothing in particular, and laughed our hearts out. It felt normal. Too normal.

Then I leaned in just a little… his eyes locked on mine as I climbed into his lap.

My hands slid up his chest— his eyes darkened.

“You sure?” He asked.

I didn't answer, I just kissed him hard— that's enough for him to know my response.

His hands grabbed my ass, squeezing hard. I moaned into his mouth as he kissed back rough and hungry.

He took off my shirt, fingers finding my n*****s as he pinched hard, rolling and squeezing.

“Ken…” I gasped

“Shhh… bring it down, we're on a plane.”

I giggled at his fake concern.

He kissed down my neck, biting my collarbone.

Then he turned me onto the seat, pulled my shorts down and spread my legs wide.

“Already wet” he whispered.

He kissed my thighs slowly, teasing me— licking just around my p***y and avoiding touching the exact place I wanted him most.

“Please…”

He grinned before plugging his mouth on my c**t. I cried out as I grabbed his hair.

His tongue moved fast, his fingers pushed deep inside me as they curled with every thrust.

“Don't stop—don’t f*****g stop—” I arched my back.

He kept going just like that until I was right at the edge then he pulled back.

“What— why—?”

“Not yet.”

“Are you kidding me?”

He stood, pulling me up and bent me over the seat.

He didn't use a condom this time— he rubbed the head of his c**k up and down my p***y slowly before pushing in.

I moaned loudly. “Oh god—”

He grabbed my hips and slammed into me harder, deeper and faster.

I held onto the seat, legs shaking like dry leaves.

He pulled out and spun me around then pushed me back down.

“Ride me.”

I straddled him, sliding down onto his c**k gasping as it filled me again.

He held my waist, bouncing me harder— we moved like we'd done it forever.

And just when I felt like I'd explode—

A knock came through.

We both froze.

“Sir? Turbulence warning— please return to yo

ur seat,” a voice said.

We stared at each other, still breathing heavily— he was still inside me, shooting his last drop in.

“Hmmm…”

“This isn't over.” He whispered.