⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀﹅ IN LIVING COLOUR. ﹅ [18+]
word count:5,897
pairing:aaron burr,jr. ❨leslie odom,jr.❩╱black!journalist!chorus substitute teacher!female oc ❨faith renée evans,circa 1995❩
forewarning:this imagine will contain use of drugs or alcohol,strong language and sexual content. read at your own discretion.
fun-size playlist:i. zapp ⅋ roger - i want to be your man,ii. guy - piece of my love,iii. braxton cook╱the fellas - that dress that i like ❨from the hulu original film bad hair❩,iv. faith evans - give it to me,v. faith evans - reasons,vi. faith evans - soon as i get home , vii. stevie wonder - all i do,viii. faith evans - all this love,ix. faith evans - come over,x. swv - downtown,xi. stevie wonder - rocket love. yes,this is sequenced. ☺
author’s note:⠀⠀⠀‘’ ⠀⠀⠀omg,can i start by apologizing in advance for my tardiness with this imagine here? this was supposed to be written months ago,and probably prior to the one written about john laurens ❨anthony ramos❩,but an unfortunate turn of events took place with my father which caused me put all my writing on the back-burner. not that i had an actual plot for this imagine to begin with,and i’m a progressively slow writer anyway. i just knew that my favorite r⅋b songstress,faith evans would be the face claim and that it would be based on my favorite era before the 00′s,and that is the golden era! yes,the 90′s! that new jack motherfuckin’ swang! not to mention i’ve actually been taking the time out to watch some of my favorite classic films from that era or based on that era;boomerang ❨1992❩,bad hair ❨2020❩,mo’ better blues ❨1990❩ etc.,etc.,and these helped guide me as well. i started on this around the beginning of october,took a small hiatus and finally finished it off a couple days back. i’m so happy that i did because his role of burr ❨or leslie in general❩ really don’t get enough praise for me. i kind of like mashed their personalities into one person with this, but i tend to do that often. this imagine does have substance to it, but towards the ending it gets extremly... kinky,so just be sure to brace yourselves. i hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! happy readings!⠀⠀⠀‘’ ⠀⠀⠀
Newark,New Jersey · Sunday,May 21,1995
OMNISCIENT
⠀⠀⠀ℌad Aaron Burr, Jr. possessed the capability to read lips from the distance that he were standing at, the New Jersey Attorney General would’ve probably explained to any person generous enough to listen that the ordinary words slipping past the full and infamous Bronze Shimmer coated lips which could’ve only belonged to the reporter standing directly across the street from him were far more poetic than any novel he managed to read to himself in his youth, and you best believe there were more than what he could count on just one hand. He could only mention one being that the other, clammy as it were, was currently grasping onto a stack of political campaign brochures he still had tucked beneath his arm from earlier in the day.
He was fascinated by the way she commanded attention from her guests and vice versa. She’d bat her natural eyelashes which were almost always enhanced with several coats of mascara or she’d trade hands with the flagged microphone momentarily in order to tuck a stand of loose hair from her honey blonde half up/half down beehive updo behind her ear using her French manicure acrylics and just like that, any person was undivided.
The current climate surrounding them was quite spotty and her aura had still managed to refract like a visible spectrum, of course, he could’ve been literal in this subject when doing a once-over of her attire. There was a certain First Ladyesque lying within her posture that day. The long-sleeved faux suede and button-up blazer dress made with a wide waist belt and a bold cris-cross patterned sailor collar in mint, magenta, yellow, blue and red hues showcased just the right amount of thigh, cleavage and collar bone while her satin magenta high heel mules complimented her French pedicure just as much as her clip-on Chanel neon hologram logo drop earrings did her diamond angled face.
By the time Aaron could shake this state of infatuation with the young woman, she was wrapping up her segment with City Mayor Thomas Jefferson and instead indulging in a less important topic of discussion with him and her cameraman Percival whom also so happened to be her first cousin from the looks of it. Now would’ve been his ideal moment to intrude and propose her an offer she simply couldn’t refuse.
“Mayor Jefferson,” With the slightest bow to his superior, their laughter had subsided.
“General Burr,” Thomas greeted with just about no enthusiasm at all. “I wasn’t expecting to see your face this time of day. To what do I owe the honor?”
“Yeah, well I was just in the neighborhood doing some campaigning when I seen the satellite truck nearby. Thought I’d stop by and give a quick ‘Hello,’” Aaron greeted Percival with a simple wave in which he hadn’t minded exchanging back before beginning the process of loading his truck with equipment. “If you and Percival wouldn’t mind my asking, I’d like to have a word with Ms. Shaw alone, please.”
“Well I haven’t quite completed all my civil duties for the day,” Stated Thomas, gazing off into the distance where a small crowd of awaiting New Jersey citizens stood behind a barricade in their rain ponchos, umbrellas and newspapers even. “So I guess I’ll leave you to it. Best of luck on that early campaigning, you’re going to need it.”
“Why, thank you, sir!” Aaron grinned, not giving Thomas’ farewell much thought at all as he watched him swiftly turned on the heels of his loafers and began to approach the crowd of residents with a slight limp.
“She’s all yours, man.” Percival nudged his head in the direction of the passenger side to hint just were his older cousin were now located at while shutting the cargo doors closed.
“Thanks...” Aaron slowly nodded his head in appreciation to Percival’s gesture before quickly going to circle the van and being taken aback when seeing Phaedra bent over inside the van with one leg up, struggling to unload her heart-shaped patent leather Moschino brand handbag, transparent umbrella and manila file folders.
As if it could get any less skimpier, her current position had her dress rising past the cuff of her bare ass which caused his mouth to run dry and the zipper area of his tailored trousers to stiffen. He would’ve never had guessed a woman of her caliber to be so vulgar, and on the job at that. He had to clear his throat in order to gain his composure again.
“Need a hand?”
“Oh!” Phaedra gasped, landing on her own two before going to smooth out her dress. She was making herself so obvious. “Aaron, I had almost forgot that you were around,” She sighed out, shutting her eyes for a brief moment while she collected herself. “Now that you’ve mentioned it, yes, I could certainly use your hands with these folders.” She extended the brimming folders in his direction and he had no problem taking them into his arms right along with the stack of brochures.
“Folders?” He glanced down before casually lurching upward to be sure the folders were secured in that position. “Check. Can I assist you with anything else, Ms. Shaw? C-Car ride, maybe? Mines is only a few blocks down from here.”
Now was the moment of truth.
“No, that won’t be necessary, Burr,” He watched as she skillfully pressed the pad of her thumb into the umbrella’s crook handle until the runner shot up the shaft and the ribs began to protectively overspread her. “Because so is my house. I’ll leave that up to you on whether or not you choose to walk with me although I feel as if you’ve spoiled me enough already.”
“Nonsense! I refuse to have you, as a woman, walking home alone in this kind of weather. Especially not in that kind of attire.”
“And just exactly what is wrong with my attire?” She scoffed with one hand placed on her hip.
“N-Nothing at all. I... Didn’t mean any harm by it, it’s just that I took notice to the silk mules on your feet. They look as if they might’ve cost you a pretty penny. Are you sure you’re willing to risk ruining them in all this rain?” Aaron risked few pellets of rain to the face just by glancing up at the dark stratocumulus clouds forming above their heads.
“$622 to be exact,” Phaedra smirked, admiring the eye candy that adorned her feet. “I admit that you have a pretty good eye for fashion, Aaron, but I think you should know that as much as I like these shoes, I love this type of weather more.”
With that being said, their journey home had begun. Aaron, being the gentleman he was, chose to walk closer to the curbside in case any accidental splashes from oncoming traffic were to occur while Phaedra walked in the center of the sidewalk with the umbrella hoisted above the both of them. Speaking of oncoming traffic splashes, Percival had just so happened to roll on by, tooting his horn when a new question arose from Aaron.
“May I make the suggestion of investing in a briefcase?”
“Why? are my folders getting too heavy for you, Aaron?” Phaedra emphasized with an eyebrow cocked.
“Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I’m just looking out for your best interest. Wouldn’t want your papers getting water damage.”
“Is that so? ‘Cause all there is inside those folders are worksheets that have yet to be graded, lesson plans, future segment examples and unfinished lyrics to some songs I wrote.”
“I can help with that.” Aaron said as a matter-of-factly with his index finger pointed towards the sky.
“Suit yourself,” Phaedra rummaged through her handbag until coming in contact with a pack of Misty brand Rose 100′s and a matchbook. “Y’know, Aaron, you sure ask a lot of questions and always seem to rebuttal once challenged.” She temporarily trapped the umbrella’s handle under her arm before going to pull back the foil of the carton of cigarettes and gently giving the bottom a few encouraging taps with the heel of her palm until her desired stick slipped halfway from the box. She wrapped her stained lips around it’s filter before ripping a comb from the matchbook, dragging the igniter across the striker and setting the tobacco rod ablaze.
“I do not!” Aaron vindicated. “And that’s a nasty habit you have.”
“There you go again,” Phaedra muttered before pulling the cigarette away from her lips and allowing the smoke to do the same. “You think I don’t know that smoking’s bad for me? It’s my first today, so Aaron, would you please.”
“Alright, I won’t say anything else about your cancer sticks. I guess this means you won’t be attending school this evening?”
“Nope. I’m going home to enjoy a nice tall glass of wine over some Stevie Wonder until I fall into a drunken slumber,” Phaedra took another pull from her cigarette. “Speaking of school, how’s my star pupil, Theodosia liking school abroad so far?”
Aaron could’ve almost chuckled at the mention of his only daughter, knowing she was the origin of the two being acquainted to begin with.
Still adapting to his new home life as a widower and a single father of three for the past three years, Aaron had to admit to being somewhat unaware of how to go about the situation of his thirteen-year-old daughter abruptly coming from junior high school one evening with tears flooding the brim of her eyes due to her failing nine-week grade in chorus class by the new substitute teacher who went by “Ms. Shaw” and who Theodosia described as “callous” other than to setup an immediate mediation with the villain woman who was even so much as capable of hurting his baby girl’s feelings.
Aaron approached the situation totally blindsided, oblivious that he would be encountering the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on since his late wife. Soft-spoken, well-educated and a rhythm and blues enthusiast just as he had seen on his television screen on weekdays in the afternoon, surely, this couldn’t be the woman Theodosia was speaking of, but it indeed was and once explained, it was Theodosia’s outspoken attitude that put them all in that alignment (Thank God). Needless to say, they hit it off pretty well, Ms. Shaw and Theodosia’s bond grew stronger while her permanent chorus teacher was out on maternity leave as well as Ms. Shaw and Aaron’s. Theodosia’s grades saw massive growth as time progressed. Theodosia hadn’t seen her father so invested in the likings of another woman since her late mother and that kind of took some pressure off of her as well, so before she could set sail with boarding school, she made him vow to be confident enough to tell Ms. Shaw how he really felt about her. Weeks had since passed and he was still getting around to it.
“Quite well actually. She sends her regards in this week’s letter. How about Chyna?”
“Chyna is... Chyna. Busybody. She’s spending time with my grandparents, Mae and Bob for the week. God knows when they’ll bring her home.”
Their thirty-minute conversation that revolved around the subject of playing catch-up with each other’s lives led them straight under the drive-thru portico of Phaedra’s eggshell white stucco home alongside her white Mercedes-Benz C-Class where Phaedra was finally able to let down her umbrella and put an end to that the pungent fumes of that cigarette by carelessly flicking it onto the stamped concrete driveway and ashing it beneath the soles of her mules. She retrieved a break-away lanyard from her handbag that had her school photo I.D card, car and house keys attached to it before going to unlock the sandblasted front door. All that hoping and praying and Aaron could still hardly believe that this was finally happening.
“Upon entering I’m just gonna ask that you simply remove your shoes. I just got new carpet installed.”
“That’s no problem, Phae.”
With a twist of a knob, the intoxicating aroma of lavender scented potpourri and what was probably yesterday evening’s dinner of steak and baked potatoes immediately invaded their senses, causing their mouths to water. The exterior was really only a façade to what kind of craftsmanship Phaedra was concealing on the inside. The white polished and metallic epoxy floors of the entryway had a coating that resembled the inside of a strawberry sundae cup and a shimmering finish that carried on throughout the dining room, kitchen and even it’s curved countertops. Parts of the home that weren’t veiled in epoxy flooring were instead covered in wall-to-wall magenta carpet, that including the curved staircase that was painted in aquamarine cyan and pastel pink hues with steel railings and the living room with high ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows. The acrylic abstract sculptures and vases and the Jean-Michael Basquit, Keith Haring and Harlem Renaissance artwork all displayed throughout the residence set an ambience for Aaron that was nothing short of nostalgic.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒⠀⦂⠀* PHAEDRA’S⠀╱⠀crib.
He was immediately prepared to kick off his Converse and peel off his Winnie The Pooh varsity jacket and cannonball dive right into the conversation pit as if he were a teenager again, but first he had to find a safe place for those pamphlets and folders he was holding onto since God knows when, and the acrylic console table was looking lovely to him in that very moment. That and the current view of Phaedra bent over, slipping the mules from her dainty feet.
“You’ll have to excuse the toys,” Phaedra apologized, bending her knees to retrieve the wooden ABC/123 blocks and Fisher-Price brand corn popper playset. “It was a hassle tryna get Chyna out the door and to my grandparents on Monday morning. I haven’t had time to really clean this up with my schedule and all. It’s in and right back out.”
“There’s no need to apologize, Phaedra. I completely understand. Have you forgotten that I have three kids, woman?” Aaron placed the folders and pamphlets down on the console table before stepping out his sneakers, leaving him in his tube socks and going to align them at the door. “This sure is a nice house you’re building here, Phaedra.”
“Why, thank you, Aaron. I do try. Can’t believe I haven’t bothered inviting you in until today, how rude of me.” Even with all the items Phaedra had cradled within her arms, she still managed to pull the clip-on earrings from her earlobes and toss them onto the console table alongside her lanyard. Her umbrella and handbag were left hanging from the free-standing coat rack. “Well feel free to make yourself at home while I go put these up and grab some wine and glasses from the cellar. There’s a storage cabinet for vinyls on the entertainment stand, it’s really not hard to miss. Why don’t you do the honors and pick out something for us to listen to while I’m doing this?”
“I’m on it.” Aaron nodded his head in agreement as he pulled his varsity jacket from his arms and hung it up on the coat rack alongside her drenched umbrella and handbag. Phaedra captivated Aaron with the simple switch of her walk until she was no longer in his presence, and that’s when he took upon himself to cover the living room area a bit more.
Each step he took across the plush carpet left an imprint. His fingertips delicately stroked the keys of the pianette, causing them to spring back up with a gay chord as his eyes practically chased the shadows striking against the ceiling. He spun his way over to the five display cabinets aligned against the back wall that were responsible for protecting Phaedra’s Diplomas, license certificates, awards, African-American figurines and Ancient African sculpture collections to name a few before circling the conversation pit and heading straight for the polished black entertainment stand.
He gambled between each closed cabinet on which one could lead him to that vinyl collection Phaedra spoke of until finally making his decision and striking gold on his first choice. There had to be a couple hundred indexed records sitting within that cabinet, all ranging from The Clark Sisters to Louis Armstrong. How would he ever divvy it down to just one? His mind traced back to Phaedra mentioning wanting to enjoy a glass of wine over a Stevie Wonder record. Classic.
His fingertips brushed against each divider until stumbling across the Ws. He skimmed each record that fell under the category by tilting it at a degree where he could actually view the cover art. When it came down to Wonder’s overfamiliar Hotter Than July record, Aaron withdrew it from the shelf at the speed of lightning.
A genuine smile stretched his face as he ripped the record from it’s sleeve, skillfully flipping it on it’s A-side. He gently blew over it in case of any collected dust before placing it on the turntable, raising the cue lever and carefully positioning the tonearm above the beginning of the record. Aaron could’ve started shuffling his feet to the nostalgic beat of the drums on “Did I Hear You Say You Love Me” if he were confident enough to do so.
“That’s a great choice you’ve made there, Aaron.” Aaron was nearly apart of the storage cabinet when Phaedra decided to whisper in his ear.
“Whew!” He breathed, quickly turning to face the reporter whom had fell into a fit of contagious giggles. He couldn’t help but do the same.
“Did I startle you? I’m sorry.”
“Y-Yeah, you did actually, but it’s no problem. I’m happy that you’re satisfied with the choice I’ve made.”
“Here,” Phaedra handed him one of the burgundy glasses of red wine she had been grasping since making an entrance in which he happily accepted. “Have some wine. It’ll take the edge off.” She suggested, stepping down onto the moveable velvet purple cushions of the conversation pit and having a well-needed seat inside of it. With her legs curled off to one side, of course. “Care to join me?”
The two were comfortably basking in silence for more than a minute while being so intimately close again on that couch. One would simply trace the rim of their glass or hum the melody of the outro to the same song in perfect pitch, but all Aaron could really focus his mind on was the thick 18k herringbone chain that Phaedra almost always had hooked around her neck had pivoted (Probably in her time of domestication) and became unfastened.
He jumped right in to assist her with that, quickly taking another swig of his wine before balancing his glass on the carpet behind them.
“Your necklace’s become undone.” He informed, brushing his hands off.
“Ooh,” Phaedra groaned instantly becoming flushed with embarrassment as she placed her glass down next to his and began to pull herself up from her seat on the couch. “The thing’s always doing that! I need to get it fix—”
“Phae, relax,” Aaron insisted, grabbing at her wrists and bringing her right back down beside him. “I’ll do it for you.”
“O-Okay.” She stammered, twitching a smile in his direction.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀﹅ You made my soul a burning fire
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ You’re getting to be my one desire,﹅
The lyrics to the next track to jump under the needle were so fitting to Burr’s own situation, and honestly a fan favorite. The rainfall no longer tapped against the windowpane politely for an invitation inside as before, it pounded as if it could actually break inside and hide from it’s own deluge.
Aaron’s heart carried that same rhythm while his eyes were watching something totally opposite from what his hands were functioning on; Phaedra’s lips. In that moment it was as if everything was set in stone for him to plant his lips on her’s—And he did. Within the blink of an eye. The combination of nicotine and red wine were still fresh on her lips.
As expected, Phaedra was the first to rip her lips from his while Aaron’s hands went from tilting her chin to lying on her shoulders. They were frozen in time, foreheads pressed against one another’s with their eyes screwed shut, wondering who would speak first.
“Aaron, what are yo doing?” Phaedra breathed, grabbing at his wrists.
“I was— I was just leaving.” Aaron started to pull himself up from his seat until Phaedra yanked him back down by the hem of his white T-shirt. She was treating him just as he did her earlier, and truthfully speaking, he enjoyed it.
“Aaron, please don’t! Where are you going in all this rain?” He couldn’t give her a straight answer for even she knew his vehicle was blocks from where they were located at. “Aaron,” Phaedra called out to him, and he could’ve sworn he felt his heart flutter when she slipped her fingers beneath his chin and lifted his head until their eyes met again. “I’m not upset with you for kissing me, so there’s no need to feel embarrassed. For once I would like for you to open up to me and tell me how you feel about me. I can’t read minds.”
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀﹅ Think about how exciting it would be
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀If you should discover you feel like me
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀If you should discover this dream is for two
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀Well I'm gonna tell you girl,﹅
Aaron took both of Phaedra’s dainty hands within his and gently pressed kisses into her knuckles before bringing them into his lap. He peered into her onyx irises intently with a solemn expression that hinted that he was genuine before pouring his heart out. It was all or nothing.
“Phaedra Shaw, I think— No, I know I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since the moment I laid eyes on you struggling to dust away music notes from the blackboard of your temporary classroom,” They both laughed out, only Phaedra had tears flooding the brim of her eyes. She never thought she’d see the day where Aaron would confess his love to her. “I imagined you to be this insensitive person my daughter made you out to be, but you’re so above that! You have such an amiable aura about you. Book smart, patient and more importantly, attentive with not only myself, but with the children as well. Selfishly enough, I’d never though I’d feel this way about a woman again and I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do if you don’t give me the chance to be your man, so Phaedra—”
“Yes!” She shouted, standing on her knees while nodding vigorously though it startled Aaron. “Yes, I’ll be your woman!”
All he could do was chuckle to himself as she pulled his hands from his and cupped his face within them instead before being the one to lean in for a kiss this time around.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀﹅ Gonna tell you, girl
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀I'd light a candle every day and pray that you'll always feel this way
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀And pray that our love will forever be new,﹅
“Aaron,” There she went again, calling out to him in the most tantalizing manner, her lips still pressed against his. “Aaron, there’s no harm in touching me now. I’m all yours,” His eyes danced between hers and the gold buckle of her waist belt as she went to unfasten it along with the oversized mint-trimmed buttons of her dress and boldly bought his arms underneath the open fabric and around her bare waist instead. She was completely exposed to him and he could rarely believe that it was happening. “Make love to me, please.”
Moving a past too fast were the very least of his concern, it was his obligation to give her what she wanted. It was more so about forbidding that different side of him from the forefront for as long as he could and now she would actually witness it.
His left hand smoothed down the small of her back until his fingernails were sinking into her ass cheek so hard that her pussy lips spread while his right wrapped around her throat, the tips of his fingers applying pressure where needed. The action caused her eyes to flutter in excitement. She never took to him being rough, but she accepted it. Allowing the dress to slip from her shoulders and hit the couch cushions before both her hands were trapping his wrist.
“You like that, yeah?” He smirked, nodding his head with his eyes low. He put her in such a trance that all she could physically do was agree with him using a simple head nod. “Words, Phaedra.” He pressed his fingers into her neck furthermore, causing her breath to hitch. She could’ve came in that position if he allowed her to.
“Y-Yes.”
“Yes, what?!” He gritted.
“Yes, sir. I-I love it.” She choked out on whatever air it was he was allowing her to inhale.
“That’s right,” He chuckled, almost conceitedly at her response before he licked over his full lips. “Just how you enjoy being on the job without any undergarments on? Bending over as if you want to be seen, but by who? Jefferson perhaps?”
“I—” She started to tell a fib until Aaron put a stop to it by squeezing her cheeks together until her lips were separating. Thomas was indeed attractive, but not of her caliber. It was no one in specific. It was just the thought of being caught like that turned her on.
“Don’t you dare lie to me because I seen it before we even stepped foot on this property, and you don’t speak unless spoken to! That’s what good girls do! You’re treading on thin ice already, Phaedra.” Phaedra was scared stiff from his statement. Terrified that the compliment she had dished consciously was written out on her forehead like a game of Charades. “Turn around and arch your back. Don’t make me ask twice.” He released her from his hold with a slight shove that sent her body flying back against the cushions of the couch with a slight bounce.
As much as she wanted to curse his name or roll her eyes like the Diva that she was, she obeyed his orders instead; flipping onto her stomach, her breasts pressed against the couch before hoisting her ass in mid-air and stretching her arms to the front of her, giving him a clear view of her sleek pussy. It contracted and her clit jumped more than a few times from the air hitting it. It was a sight to see.
“Oh my God, you’re perfect.” Aaron praised barely above a whisper as he bought his body closer to hers.
He had to admit that the first time the palm of his hand came cracking down on her ass was for experiment. The sound resonated throughout the entire room and along followed a small scream. He witnessed her skin turn from caramel to a bright red and started doing the shit for his own enjoyment, sometimes even daring to miscalculate his strikes.
“Let me find out you’re on the job with nothing on beneath your uniform again!” His hand came down twice on the same cheek.
“Oh my God!” She cried out, reaching her hand back to cover her stinging bottom from anymore assault from his hands, but Aaron pinned it to her lower back instead.
“Maybe this’ll teach you a lesson on talking back!” He alternated this time.
“P-Please, sir! I can’t feel my—” Whack! “Aah!”
By now Phaedra began to lose her grip on reality. Her mascara was leaking down her face at this point, her arch lessening as she melted into the seat like quick sand. If this were only a taste from a single utter then she couldn’t imagine what a real lashing was.
“You’re gonna learn to take your lashes like a good girl, Phaedra!” He straightened her back out, his free hand gripping the back of her neck so her face was in the cushions.
“Yes, yes, yes!” She sobbed, convulsing beneath him, but it weren’t a question he were asking. “I’ma good girl!” Whack! “I’ll learn!”
When Aaron thought he had his fill with the activity, he slid back to admire his work. His hands smoothed over her beaming backside in order to alleviate some of the pain she were in, earning him a whimper. Her pussy was drooling onto the couch from his previous actions though her words said otherwise. He just needed to taste her.
Phaedra’s body could barely process what it had just encountered before Aaron was trailing his tongue down her slit a few times, just sampling her arousal. He thought he couldn’t get enough, so he went in for more.
She knew what was to come next. She was as hungry as he was, and couldn’t help but to think what was the shame in helping expedite the process. She reached a hand down to her center, using her index and middle fingers to span her core to him.
He teasingly sucked her lips between his own, sometimes even catching her fingers in the process before his mouth closed in over her aching clit.
“Y-Yesssss! That feels so good, baby!” She squealed as her eyes fixated in the back of her skull.
She was melting into the seat once again, feeling herself about to leak all over him. Aaron wouldn’t let that happen. Not before his tongue came gliding up something so forbidden. He sucked on his middle and ring finger and sunk them inside his lover before proceeding to flick his tongue over her anal.
“T-That’s not my—” Her legs unexpectedly began to shake. “Oh my God, I’m cum’n, baby! Fuck!” Her voice went an octave higher as her fingers found their way to her clit.
He was greedy with all of her. Slapping her hand away and allowing his thumb to rotate her clit a few times until feeling her spray against his chin. He caught whatever didn’t drip onto the couch before coming up for air.
“Look at you, making a mess all over the couch. Now who’s gonna clean it up, hm?”
His dick was practically begging for a release from the restriction of his trousers. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and came out of his trousers and boxer briefs without a care in the world of where the articles of clothing ended up as he buried himself inside her without warning or an ounce of contraceptives. His hand found that comforting place on the back of her neck before she could even think about losing that arch while the other dug into her hip.
“Fuck...” Aaron breathed onto her spine, causing her body to quiver. He hadn’t even began to move his pelvis and he was already flirting with the idea of cumming inside her from just how tight she felt around his appendage. He disliked the fact that one woman had him so vulnerable. “I said who’s gonna clean it up, huh?!” He gained his composure, and rather vastly as he drew his hips back and slammed back into her sticky heat repeatedly. Her ass was rippling off his torso from such force.
“I am!” Phaedra slurred, her nails sinking into the couch beneath them as she took all of him. “I’ll do whatever you say!”
“Oh, yeah?” The sound of it made his dick twitch. His hand snaked to her larynx, bringing her body upright, right along with his. He had a perfect angle of her stained face in this position. Her eyes begging for release. “Open your mouth.” He demanded, his hands gripping her jaw.
She did so without hesitation, allowing him to spit directly in it. He was degrading her and she loved it.
“Swallow it! Every drop!” He barked, giving her cheeks a few encouraging slaps. Her heart fluttered as she quickly closed her mouth to swallow spit and stuck her tongue right back out so that he could examine it for himself. “Such a good girl,” He praised, bringing his hand back to her throat as his thrusts picked up where they left off at. She barely got the opportunity to catch her breath before he was plunging on her spot and slapping her clit at the same time. “You can cum now, baby.”
Those five words were all it took to bring her over the edge. Her body convulsing involuntarily as her fluids seeped down her inner thighs.
Aaron absentmindedly pushed her fragile body into the couch, causing him to pull from her grip. She clenched at his absence. How was he possibly still holding himself off at the rates that he were going? He couldn’t figure it out his damn self.
He caught her calf muscle in his hand before flipping her over on her back, pulling her body towards him and splitting her legs on either sides of him as he dragged his tip along her clit, nearly causing her legs to pry shut from the sensitivity.
From experience, Phaedra knew what it was that he were asking for and had no problem rewarding him with that. She snaked her arms around his neck, bringing herself up on her tippy-toes as she balanced herself just above his dick.
Aaron’s arms were back around her waist within seconds, his nails digging into her ass the minute she decided to bring herself down on him full force with an shattering moan against his lips. She had came just that quick.
“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Aaron groaned, sinking his teeth into her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood before offering her his tongue which she gladly obliged to suck on.
Their clammy bodies were the closest they had ever been that night. Chest to breasts, studying the rhythm of each other’s heartbeat. They chased their orgasms just the same way lightning chased after it’s thunder roll, the timeless voice of Stevie Wonder carrying them through.
He tweaked her nipples between his fingers as she snapped her hips against him arrhythmically, totally ignoring that overfamiliar knotting in the pit of her stomach as she witnessed his face contort. He was on the brink of cum’n for her.
“Fuuuck,” He whispered harshly, his mouth slightly ajar as he snaked his arms in the back of her thighs. He bottomed out in her cervix, making her toes curl. He was undefeated. “I’ma nut all in you, give us another baby. That’s what you want?”
“Pleaaase!” She whined, her acrylics gliding off his back continuously. She had no leverage to stop what was coming. She didn’t even know what she was begging for at this point, him to give way or his seed. “Oh, God! I’m cum’n! You’re making me cum again!” She squealed as he struck the same chords again.
“Don’t hold back. Give me all of it.” His thrusts progressively slacked, his hands squeezing her throat the moment her cream slid off on his dick. The more pressure he applied, the more she leaked all over him.
He was sure on filling her up before pulling out completely. He towered above her, still pumping his dick as spurts of his cum landed on her pretty ass lips.
“Be a good girl and c-clean up your mess.” Aaron stammered, rubbing his tip along her lips.
Phaedra obliged, boring her eyes into his and licking over her full lips before wrapping them around his tip tightly. She sucked gently before allowing him to hit the back of her throat a few times.
He thought he’d cum at the sight of her lips leaving him with a trail of saliva following not too far behind.
“Thank you.” She smirked, giving his tip one final kiss.
She was a keeper.
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