Aria accepts his challenge

He is barely three steps away when he hears her.

Aria: wait.

He stops. Turns around.

Aria is still at the drinks table. She is not crossing her arms this time. She is not defensive or calculating. She is looking at him with dark eyes and an expression that has already moved past the argument entirely and landed somewhere considerably more interesting.

Aria: I'll take the challenge.

Miles: yeah?

Aria: She looks across the room at the guy with open assessment. actually I'm glad you brought him to my attention.

Miles: why's that.

Aria looks back at Miles with complete directness.

Aria: Because I am particularly horny tonight and I genuinely do not think I can wait much longer.

Miles says nothing.

Aria: I cannot even wait to get his clothes off. I do not have the patience for that tonight. I just need a cock. Inside my already wet pussy. Right now. As soon as possible.

She says it the way she says everything. Completely level. Completely certain.

Aria: I want him to back me against a wall the second that door closes. No warmup. No small talk. Just pick me up, push my thighs apart and push inside me hard against that wall. Fill me up completely in one stroke. I love that friction.

Her eyes stay fixed on Miles's face, reading every reaction.

Aria: and if he doesn't do it fast enough. She tilts her head slightly. I will push him down onto the bed myself. Climb on top of him. Pull my dress up around my waist. Slide my pantie...

She pauses and chuckles

Aria: I forgot, I am not wearing any.

Miles exhales very quietly.

Aria: so I will just sink down onto his cock. Every inch of it. Until I am sitting completely on him and he cannot think about a single other thing in the world. Then I am going to ride him. Hard. Harder. Harder than that. Until he grabs my hips with both hands and I can feel every single pulse of him emptying himself inside my pussy.

She steps forward now, closing the distance between them, her voice dropping just slightly but losing none of its precision.

Aria: and before you think that's it. No. I know exactly what you're thinking. Over so soon.

Miles: I wasn't—

Aria: you were. She continues without pausing. here's what you don't know. Because you never got there with me. I have a particular trick. With my tongue. On a guy's balls.

She lets that sit for a moment.

Aria: I will have him hard again in minutes. Not long. Minutes. And the second time. She reaches forward and presses two fingers lightly against his chest, not moving them, just pressure. the second time a guy takes so much longer to cum. Which is exactly what I need. Because the second time I want to be fucked in every possible position until I cannot remember my own name.

Her fingers stay against his chest.

Aria: I want him on top of me first. Really on top of me. All his weight. Fucking me into the mattress until the bed is moving across the floor. Then I want to be flipped onto my knees. Hair pulled back hard enough that my neck arches. Ass slapped until it stings. Fucked from behind so deep and so hard that I am grabbing whatever is in front of me just to stay in place.

She removes her fingers from his chest.

Aria: then standing. Against the wall again. Legs wrapped around him. However he wants after that. Upside down if he can manage it. I do not care. As long as he does not cum. Not yet. Not until I say so.

She steps back slightly, her expression completely composed, completely cold, completely certain.

Aria: because the second time. I want his cum. I want to taste it. I want to taste me on him at the same time. I want him to fuck me so hard that I squirt all over his cock.

She holds his gaze without blinking.

Aria: yes. I am a squirter. File that away.

Miles: noted.

Aria: and when he is done. When we are both done. I am going to take his cock in my mouth one last time. Lick every single thing off him. Top to bottom. The taste of his cum and mine mixed together on my tongue.

She leans forward one final time, her lips close to his ear.

Aria: and then I am going to swallow every last drop of it. All of it. Without spilling a single thing.

She pulls back.

Her eyes drop deliberately. They stay there for a long unhurried moment. Then they come back up to his face with an expression that has not changed at all throughout this entire conversation. Still cold. Still certain. Still completely in control.

Aria: oh look at that.

Miles: Aria.

Aria: all of that. She gestures vaguely between them. and I did not even have to touch you.

She picks up her drink, turns, and looks across the room at the guy with the focused precise attention of someone selecting exactly what they want.

She glances back at Miles one final time.

Aria: remember our deal.

She walks away without looking back.

Miles stands completely still.

He watches her go.

He needs considerably more than a minute.