Terms of Agreement

40. Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Charlotte

A iden kissed me hungrily, devouring my mouth as his hands skated up my torso. He cupped my cheek in one hand and buried the other in the curls at the nape of my neck. I whimpered as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding between my parted lips.

It wasn’t long before we’d shifted to a more horizontal position on the sofa and, in this new position, my hands grew bolder. With his body hovering over mine, my fingers released their hold on his jumper, moving to trace over the ridges of his back and shoulders. I felt a low hum vibrate within his chest when my fingers slipped beneath the hem of his jumper and skated up and past his ribs.

In retaliation, his own hands moved down my body, burning a path over my sides and coming to rest on my hips. Aiden broke our kiss as he ground his hips against mine. His lips moved down my neck, nipping and sucking a path to the skin of my collarbone. That, combined with the evidence of his arousal pressing against my abdomen, had me tipping my head back into the cool leather of the sofa.

Desire pooled in my gut as I lifted my hips to meet Aiden’s. My touch grew sloppy and desperate as I shoved my fingers under his jumper and dug my nails into the skin of his shoulders. With a low groan, he threw his head back and pressed harder against my core. I needed more. I wanted to feel more . I tried to open my legs to accommodate him, but I was trapped within the confines of my skirt. I tried again, shifting my hips, my stockinged feet slipping across the smooth leather sofa cushions.

My whine of frustration brought his gaze back to me and, with his eyes locked on mine, he lowered a large hand to the slit in my skirt, running a finger under the seam and up my leg. When he reached my mid-thigh and the tops of my stockings, Aiden let out an appreciative groan before dipping the rest of his hand beneath the skirt, moving his fingers over my hip to cup my ass. My breath hitched in my chest and my lips parted as Aiden leaned back on his haunches, using his other hand to hike my skirt up higher and higher.

I could feel my cheeks burning with a confusing combination of arousal and self-consciousness. I wanted this. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him touching me. But in all of my planning and overthinking, I’d hadn’t given much thought to actually being naked in front of him.

Aiden held my gaze, one hand digging into the flesh of my ass while the other pushed my skirt all the way up to my hips. When he was done, and my legs were free, he leaned forward and caught my lips in another searing kiss. My legs fell open, bracketing his hips as I reached out and encircled his neck, burying my fingers in his hair as I sucked on his lower lip. I let out a soft sigh when he lowered his body to mine, his erection rubbing right over my sensitive clit.

My hands moved down the broad expanse of Aiden’s chest, coming to rest on the waistband of his trousers. I could feel his need pressed against my core as he lowered his lips to mine, driving his tongue into my mouth. But it wasn’t enough. I pulled his hips closer to mine, lifting my own hips to meet him in the middle.

‘Fuck,’ he rasped against my lips, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against mine. Eyes on me, he studied my face as he ground against my aching core. His touch pebbled my skin as he shifted his hands to my thighs, stretching my legs wider before settling between them.

I gasped as he drove down against my heat. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I arched towards him, my fingers desperately pulling at the material of his shirt. I wanted it off.

‘Not here,’ Aiden rasped against my neck. Dark eyes searched my face as our heated exhalations mixed in the narrow space between us. ‘Hold on tight, Cupcake.’

The words were no sooner out of his mouth than he had pulled my body closer to his and was rocking back on his heels, taking me with him. My legs wrapped around his waist and my hold tightened around his neck as he pushed to stand. He stood from the sofa and, with his hands firmly planted on my ass, strode off towards the back of the apartment.

It didn’t take long to move to the bedroom, but with my body perfectly positioned directly above his hardness, each step forward had him rubbing against me. To quieten my breathy moans, I pressed kisses to the smooth skin of his neck, drunk on his warm, peppery scent.

Aiden moved us into the darkened room, where he gently lowered me to the edge of the bed. Sidestepping, he moved away from me, and, after a moment, I heard the telltale “click” of a light switch and the bedroom was bathed in the soft yellow glow of a floor lamp in the corner of the room. I couldn’t tell if my heart was racing from nerves or because of the mammoth make-out session we’d just had in the living room.

Wordlessly, Aiden knelt in front of me, placing his warm hands on my knees and easing them apart. Running his hand down the sides of my legs, he lifted his gaze to mine, watching intently as his fingers lightly skimmed over the material of my tights. I swallowed, my core clenching in anticipation. The cool air of the bedroom made the dampness of my underwear more noticeable and it was only a matter of time before Aiden noticed it too.

As if he’d heard my thoughts, Aiden’s gaze snapped down to my legs. His fingers worked their way back up my thighs, only slowing their ascent as they approached the part of my stockings where the nylon ended and my skin was revealed.

‘Did you wear these just for me?’ Aiden asked, dipping a finger under the hem of the stocking and gently grazing the skin beneath.

‘N-no,’ I stuttered, my fingers digging into the duvet cover. ‘I always wear these.’

Aiden’s eyes lifted to meet mine, his pupils blown wide with desire.

‘That…’ Aiden sat back on his heels, his eyes travelling a lazy path down my torso and back to the skin of my thighs. ‘Is a very sexy secret,’ he exhaled, his breath caressing my too-warm skin. I squirmed in my seat, my eyes squeezing shut. I was desperate for his touch, to feel some sort of relief.

My eyes flew open at the feel of his lips against my thigh. I looked down my body to find Aiden smirking as he settled between my legs, kissing and nipping towards my core.

‘Aiden,’ I gulped, shifting back and away from his lips. ‘You don’t have t—’

His fingers curled around my calves and he yanked me back towards the edge of the bed and his mouth. Looking up at me, he trailed a hand up my thigh, past my hips, and coming to rest over my hammering heart.

‘I want this,’ he said. ‘Do you?’

My eyes widened, and I bit my lip, hesitating before nodding slowly. Aiden leaned forward, increasing the pressure of his hand against my chest and easing me slowly onto my back. I couldn’t see what he was doing, and I tried to relax—really, I did. But even as I steadied my breathing, I could feel my thighs tighten against Aiden’s shoulders.

‘I think we’ll leave these on,’ Aiden commented, running a hand up my calf. I could feel his eyes on me. Here I was, in a bed with my hot neighbour between my legs, and all I could think about was how this couldn’t possibly be a flattering angle.

I cleared my throat. My embarrassment and anxiety had all but doused the burning desire between my legs, and I was about ready to give up when I felt the tips of Aiden’s finger brush against my now soaked panties. I sucked in a whimper as my clit throbbed in response to his touch.

Looking down my body, I was just in time to see Aiden duck his chin and my head fell back on a moan as he pressed a kiss over the material of my thong, right over my clit.

‘You’re so wet,’ he murmured, sliding his tongue against the skin just next to my underwear. I tightened my grip on the duvet in order to avoid grinding against his face. ‘Is this for me?’ He pushes the fabric of my thong to one side, sliding a finger into the wetness of my folds, up and around my clit.

‘Yes,’ I moaned, my thighs tightening again, but this time to pull Aiden closer and not push him away.

‘Hmmm,’ Aiden’s hum of approval set my core ablaze, and he exhaled against me, gently blowing over my sensitive clit. My hips did buck then, and I could hear the smirk of satisfaction in Aiden’s voice when he said ‘Good’ before he lowered his lips to my wet heat.

He latched onto my clit, sucking and nipping at the swollen bud as his hands pressed my thighs further apart. I cried out, keening as my back arched and my hands released the duvet and moved to Aiden’s head. My fingers buried themselves in his soft curls as he devoured me.

I squeezed my eyes shut as my thighs trembled. I could already feel the familiar swirl and tingle at the base of my spine as Aiden consumed me. But all too soon, Aiden pulled away, releasing my clit just before I toppled over the edge.

‘No,’ I moaned plaintively, my hands falling to my sides as my heart stuttered in my chest. My eyes were still closed, but I felt Aiden blow a breath over my heat, the coolness of his exhalation only heating me up further. ‘Please, Aiden,’ I panted, parting my thighs shamelessly and digging my fingers into the duvet, trying not to writhe in front of him.

‘What do you need, Cupcake?’ Aiden spoke against the skin of my upper thigh, grazing his teeth teasingly over the skin next to my core. We both knew what I needed. I needed him, his mouth, his touch, his body. I needed Aiden to make me come. The words worked their way up my throat and caught on my tongue as I blinked furiously at the ceiling. ‘Tell me what you need, Charlotte.’

I could feel his breath against my folds. His face could only be inches from my skin. And when I lifted my head to look at him, he was perfectly poised between my legs, a wicked smile tugging at his lips as he watched me, waiting for me to speak. My head fell back, a groan of frustration passing between my lips. Bringing my hands up to cover my face, I forced the words out.

‘I need to come,’ I whispered through my fingers. ‘Please, make me—ah!’ My body jerked as Aiden ran his tongue from my entrance to my clit and back again. He returned to my entrance on a groan, lapping at my wetness, pushing my thighs apart and pulling my mound closer to his mouth. I dropped my trembling hands to my sides, my hips bucking against his mouth.

‘So fucking sweet.’

I could feel his eyes on me as I arched my back towards him.

‘That’s it, Cupcake.’ One of his hands released its hold on my thigh, coming to rest firmly on my abdomen and pinning me to the duvet. My hips writhed beneath him. The only thought running through my mind was that I wanted more. More, more, more.

‘I’ll give you more if you look at me.’

I blinked and bit down on my lip. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Even so… I forced my eyes open, feeling the flush of my arousal all the way down my chest and my tightened nipples.

‘Look at me, Cupcake. Look at what you do to me.’ Aiden’s breathing was staggered, almost as erratic as my own. With that in mind, I pushed myself up onto my elbows, angling my head to look down at where Aiden knelt between my legs. His hair was a tousled mess from the way I’d run my fingers through it, and his mouth shimmered with the evidence of my desire. A light pressure of fingers digging into my thighs had me lifting my gaze to his, and it was when my eyes met his that I saw the burning need that I felt thrumming through my veins, mirrored back in his darkened gaze.

‘Do you see what you do to me?’ He held my gaze as his index finger gently eased between my folds. My mouth popped open, a low moan sliding between my lips as my eyes fluttered closed. Aiden’s finger stilled immediately.

‘Eyes open,’ he commanded. ‘Do you know how often I’ve imagined doing this?’

I licked my lips, watching his finger slide between my folds and then up to circle my clit. I could feel the fluttering of my core as he drove me towards that peak of pleasure, but I needed more. He was moving too slowly.

‘Please Aiden,’ I begged.

Aiden straightened on his knees, flattening his palm against my mound and bringing his free hand around my back to lift me into a sitting position. His eyes levelled with mine, and he smirked as my thighs clenched around his waist and he pulled me into a kiss.

I could taste my arousal on his lips, and I moaned against him. The hand on my back came up to cup the base of my neck as he deepened the kiss and my arms wrapped around his neck. He slid a strong finger into me and as my mouth opened on a gasp, he slipped his tongue inside.

Pulling myself closer to him, I dropped a hand to his shoulder and buried the other in his hair as I started rocking myself against the hand between my legs. He hissed as I tugged at the hair on the nape of his neck and slid not one, but two fingers inside me.

‘Fuck,’ Aiden grunted as his hips jerked up towards me. ‘Fuck my fingers, Charlotte. I want to be buried in that sweet pussy when you come.’

I’d never been a fan of dirty talk. Sure, I loved it in my books, but I’d always imagined that hearing a man say those kinds of things to me in real life would be… icky. An instant turnoff.

I was wrong. There was something about the gravelly desperation in Aiden’s voice, and the barely contained heat in his eyes had my core clenching around his fingers at his words. My head dropped back, and I moaned at the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy. I could feel the tightening in my abdomen, my desire rippling and coiling as I neared that peak.

Aiden’s mouth latched onto the skin of my neck and he sucked and bit that spot just below my ear that had my skin pebbling beneath his mouth.

‘Oh God, Aiden!’ I cried as I bucked against his fingers, spreading my legs to take them deeper. He twisted his fingers inside me, curling them against a spot deep inside my pussy that had me crying out. And when he dragged his thumb across my clit, using a soft but firm pressure, I careened over that peak. My vision clouding as my body convulsed around his fingers.

Aiden murmured against my skin, kissing his way up my neck and to my mouth, but I couldn’t hear anything over the ringing in my ears. He eased the pace of his fingers, allowing me to ride out the wave of my orgasm against his hand.

Trembling, I blinked and raised my gaze to his as he withdrew his fingers from my pussy. Eyes locked on mine, he raised his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean of my come in a move that was simultaneously the most erotic and most embarrassing thing I’d ever seen. I covered my face.

‘Oh no you don’t,’ Aiden’s fingers wrapped around my wrists and tugged them away from my face. Instinctively, I tucked my chin, turning my burning cheeks away from Aiden and inhaling a steadying breath.

‘Hey,’ Aiden’s hands trailed slowly up my arms to cup my cheeks, his voice suddenly gentle. All traces of sexy dominance softened into quiet concern. ‘What’s wrong?’ he whispered, turning my face towards his and rubbing the pads of his thumbs softly across my reddened cheeks.

‘Nothing,’ I whispered, unable to maintain eye contact. ‘I’ve just… it’s never…’ I needed to get it together. I swallowed hard and stiffened my spine. ‘I’m just a bit embarrassed.’

‘Embarrassed?’ Aiden’s eyes widened, his brow creasing in confusion.

I nodded, focusing on the neck of Aiden’s jumper. I reached up, curling my fingers over his in an attempt to pull his hands from my cheeks.

I felt Aiden release a heavy sigh, shifting a few of the curls that framed my face as the air around me was suffused with that hint of pepper. I cringed inwardly and closed my eyes, cowering away from the disappointment I was sure to find if I looked at him.

Couldn’t just say “thank you” for the best orgasm of my entire existence, could I? Oh no, I had to make it awkward.

My hands dropped from his and I clasped them loosely in my lap, bracing myself for whatever came next. He was going to send me home. This was the second time he’d got me off and I hadn’t reciprocated. There’s no way he would just—

‘Come on,’ he said, his voice cutting through the shrill screechings of my subconscious. My eyes flew open as he tugged me to standing and he walked me around to the head of the bed.

‘Would you be more comfortable with this on or off?’ he asked, gesturing to the skirt that was still bunched around my waist. I couldn’t help it. I arched a brow at him.

‘Just to lie down.’ He smiled, raising his palms in surrender. ‘Promise.’

I viewed him sceptically, trying to read the subtext in his body language, but after an awkward pause during which I found nothing—no hidden meaning, no flirty looks—I answered.

‘Off.’

Aiden nodded and climbed onto the bed, stretching his long frame down the middle of the bed before turning to face me.

‘I won’t bite,’ he teased. ‘Unless you ask nicely.’

I rolled my eyes towards the ceiling, a reluctant smile blooming across my face as some of the tension eased from my shoulders. I undid the button and side-zipper of my skirt and shimmied it down over my legs. My skin was still flushed in the aftermath of my pleasure and embarrassment, but I tried not to dwell on it as I lay down opposite Aiden, leaving at least a foot of space between us.

‘Sorry,’ I said, trying not to look at the slight sheen of arousal that lingered on the corners of his mouth. ‘This probably isn’t how these things are supposed to go.’

‘Oh?’ Aiden arched an eyebrow in response.

‘Mmm,’ I nodded, folding my hands under the pillow beneath my head. ‘From what I understand… we’re both supposed to get something out of it.’ I tilted my head meaningfully towards his crotch and the still hardened outline of his erection.

A warm laugh filled the room, wrapping itself around me and soothing some of the guilt that churned in my stomach.

‘Charlotte,’ Aiden chided, sitting up and reaching for the thick blue blanket draped over the bottom corner of the bed. Pulling it up towards us, he covered us, dragging it up and over our bodies before lying back down. My fingers fought free from their spot beneath the pillow, curling around the worn edges of the blanket as I snuggled into its warmth. Shifting closer, he shortened the distance between us, positioning his head on the edge of his own pillow, mere breaths away from mine.

‘Sorry,’ I repeated. ‘For getting weird.’

‘You don’t need to apologise,’ Aiden replied, his voice so earnest I couldn’t help but meet his gaze. ‘I’d like to know what caused it, though?’ I grimaced. ‘Did I do something you didn’t like?’

‘No! God no!’ I blurted out, my hand flinging out in front of me in protest, only to thud against his chest. Ouch. I curled and uncurled my fingers. It hadn’t felt that hard earlier. My eyes moved from my hand to his face. I was relieved to find the small smile he was sporting, evidently amused by my fervour.

‘As clichéd as it sounds,’ I said, letting out an embarrassed sigh, ‘it really isn’t you… it’s me.’ My cheeks were burning again. ‘I guess, I just feel a bit… overwhelmed by the strength of my reaction and the fact that it happened in front of you.’

‘Charlotte,’ Aiden murmured, slipping a hand around my waist and drawing me closer to him. ‘You’re beautiful on your worst day.’

I scoffed quietly. I appreciated the thought behind his words. But he didn’t need to do this. He wasn’t the one failing to uphold his side of the deal.

‘Don’t believe me?’ Aiden arched an eyebrow. ‘I’ve been sporting a hard-on since that day in the elevator.’ His delivery was so matter-of-fact, his expression so neutral, that I couldn’t help the cackle of laughter that bubbled its way up my throat.

My laughter was brought to an abrupt halt when he shifted, moving against me and pressing his denim clad arousal between the juncture of my thighs.

‘As I was saying,’ he winked. ‘You’re gorgeous, but when you come apart under my fingers…’ he blew out a breath and hooked a finger beneath my chin. ‘When you come… you are radiant.’

My eyes searched his, my heart constricting in my chest as I let his words sink in. Cautiously, I leaned forward and closed the distance between us.

Aiden’s returning kiss was soft and slow, more gentle than the heady kisses we’d shared up to that point. We took our time, savouring the taste of each other, but it wasn’t long before I felt that familiar need tugging beneath my belly button. And so, emboldened by the press of Aiden’s body against mine and comforted by the idea of our contract, I reached a hand between our bodies and palmed his length. The press of my hand drawing a low hiss from Aiden’s lips.

‘Charlotte,’ Aiden cautioned, rocking his hips towards my splayed palm. ‘If you don’t want this… I need you to stop.’ My grip flexed, my fingers moving to wrap around his erection. With my eyes locked on his face, I increased the pressure around his shaft, keeping a slow pace as I moved up and down his length.

Aiden stuttered out a breath, screwing his eyes shut and resting his forehead against mine. ‘God, I want you,’ he rasped in a low, gravelly voice. And when his eyes opened, his darkened pupils hinted at what was to come. I bit my lip, swallowing past the dryness in my mouth, and slipped my fingertips beneath the waistband of his trousers and brushed against the soft, silken head of his hardened cock.

With a low growl, Aiden rolled me onto my back, settling between my legs and claiming my lips in a kiss that set my skin aflame. I moaned into his mouth, squeezing my thighs together to relieve some of the building tension between my legs. As he explored my mouth with his tongue, my fingers moved to push at the waistband of his trousers in an attempt to get them off.

Aiden broke our kiss first, rolling to one side as his hands moved to unbutton his trousers. ‘Clothes off,’ he grunted. ‘Now.’

My heart hammered against my ribcage as I clasped the hem of my jumper and pulled it up and over my head. I stripped, too overwhelmed with desire to be self-conscious as I tore off my clothes. Aiden’s eyes greedily roamed the curves of my body as he pulled off his own clothes. Reaching out, he hooked a finger under the edge of my thong and gently dragged it down my body, tossing it behind him without a backward glance.

Slowly, he moved to position himself between my legs, taking his cock in one hand and sliding it through my slickened folds. I moaned, arching my chest towards him, my nipples hardened by the cool air of the bedroom. Aiden lowered his body to mine, rubbing his cock against my clit and lubricating it with my arousal.

‘Condom,’ I gasped, even as my hips rocked beneath him, dragging my clit against the thick head of his cock, feeling myself growing wetter beneath him.

Pushing himself away from me, Aiden kneeled between my legs as he reached for the bedside table, wrenching open the drawer. My breath stuttered in my lungs at the sight of him, his muscular frame leaning over my body as he rolled the condom down over his considerable length. I didn’t want to be one of those “will it fit” girls, but it had been years and the only thing that had been up anywhere recently had been a tampon.

I licked my lips and dragged my eyes away from Aiden’s cock to meet his hungry gaze. No one had ever looked at me like that before. And suddenly, it was difficult not to believe all the pretty words he’d said earlier. I swallowed as he lowered his body over mine, holding himself up on his elbows. The head of his cock was positioned at my entrance.

Reaching up, I pushed back a lock of hair that had fallen across his brow, my fingers gently skimming his face. Aiden let out a soft sigh and leaned into my touch before slowly lowering his mouth to mine. I whimpered a little as Aiden lowered himself, the head of his cock easing into my pussy. He stilled his movements, and I could feel his eyes roaming my face. The gesture was frustratingly sweet, but I didn’t have the wherewithal to tell him so. Instead, I groaned and lifted my hips in encouragement, my hands moving around his waist and coming to rest on his lower back.

‘Fuck,’ Aiden groaned, sinking the full length of his cock into my pussy until he was buried to the hilt. ‘You’re so tight.’

After a moment to allow us both to adjust, he began to move in earnest. Using slow, forceful thrusts and a finger on my clit to drive us both to the edge.