Terms of Agreement

44. Chapter 44

Chapter 44

Charlotte

W e spent the next week and a half communicating largely via emojis and orgasms. They came mostly in the evenings—the emojis anyway. That first night was the one and only time either of us had tried to leave after sex, which meant that we were coming most mornings too. I turned my face into the pillow, hiding my smile as Aiden’s lips brushed over my bare shoulder.

He had an arm around my waist and his fingers stroked gently at the underside of my breast. The pillow muffled my quiet groan as I screwed my eyes shut, feigning sleep. But Aiden had spent the past several nights getting to know my body and wasn’t fooled by my rather poor performance. His hand skimmed down my side, coming to a stop at my hip, where he pulled my body back against his. My heart stuttered in my chest as his length slipped between my thighs and nudged against my entrance. And I felt his sharp inhalation against my skin when the tip of his cock slid over my already wet heat.

‘Are you awake yet, Cupcake?’ His warm breath brushed across my neck as he slipped his other arm beneath me, his hand reaching around to cup my breast, massaging the flesh of my breast with his palm and using his thumb and index finger to tease my nipple into a stiff peak.

I let out a low groan, nodding as I pushed my hips back towards his, his thick cock gliding over my centre. I’d never been with anyone near as vocal as Aiden in the bedroom. At most, I got the occasional “you like that?” as someone rubbed too hard over the spot that they thought was my clit. Arching my chest, I pushed my breast into Aiden’s hand.

‘Hmmm?’ Aiden prompted, his unoccupied palm sliding down my waist and across my abdomen before coming to rest on my hipbone.

‘Aiden,’ I breathed, my head tipping back against his shoulder as his fingers moved to continue their ministrations on my other breast. My skin tingled in the wake of his touch, and desire pooled between my legs in anticipation of what was to come.

‘Yes, Charlotte?’ he coaxed, his fingertips pressing into the soft flesh of my hips as he drew me close.

‘Aiden,’ I pleaded. He’d barely touched me, but we’d spent the past two weeks doing this and my body knew what was coming. My thighs clenched around his cock as it slid between my folds, and somewhere in the back of my mind I registered the sense of satisfaction at Aiden’s low hiss.

‘Is this what you want, Cupcake?’ he asked, as he released his hold of my hip and moved to cup my mound, his fingertip slipping inside my folds to brush against my clit.

‘Yes,’ I breathed, my hand coming up to grip his forearm for better purchase as I ground against his fingertip.

‘I’ll always give you what you want, Charlotte,’ Aiden murmured against the crook of my neck. If I’d been more clear-headed, I might have been able to recognise that the soft flutter beating beneath my chest was not purely in response to his touch. His fingers moved away from my throbbing core and slid down my thigh, but before I could utter a word in protest, Aiden’s hand gripped my knee and spread my legs apart.

‘Touch yourself,’ he commanded, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he released my knee, slipping his own muscled thigh between my legs and using it to hold my legs apart.

‘I—’ I stiffened, my hold on Aiden’s forearm loosening. Aiden had spent our nights together encouraging me to voice what I liked. And while I’d certainly grown more emboldened in the bedroom, I barely touched myself when I was on my own, let alone in front of an audience. I gulped, my mind already beginning to spiral out of control. ‘Why?’ I asked, hesitantly. Aiden’s arm left my waist, and I felt him lean away from me. I heard a drawer sliding open behind me and I wondered if he’d decided to skip with the exhibitionism and move straight to the sex.

‘Do you know how many times I lay here, fisting my cock, imagining you touching yourself?’

‘You did?’ My voice was barely a whisper. Aiden nodded, the tip of his nose running up the back of my neck as he shifted behind me, pulling my body back against his so that I could feel the press of his thick cock against my lower back.

‘I did.’ Aiden’s warm breath caressed my neck and his hand moved back to my leg, running a featherlight touch up my leg that had me clenching with desire. ‘This time, I want to hold you in my arms and watch as you pleasure yourself and know that it’s me you’re thinking of.’

His fingertip grazed across my inner thigh, mere inches from where I ached for him, and I let out a frustrated huff when it altered its course and moved away from my centre.

‘Are you wet for me, Cupcake?’ He whispered as his hand trailed up my body. I moaned as his fingertips brushed over my stiffened nipple. ‘Then touch yourself.’

He took my hand in his and guided it down the heated skin of my chest and towards my pussy, halting our descent just before our hands reached my slick folds. It was only when I nodded that he slid our hands further to cup my mound. Using his thigh, he spread my legs wider apart and our fingers slipped between my folds, coming to press against my entrance. His hum of satisfaction reverberated against my back as he rubbed soft circles around my opening.

‘Show me,’ he rasped from behind me, and it was the desperate edge to his voice that emboldened me and tipped me over the edge. I moved my hand, my finger sliding past his as I slowly pushed into my pussy, letting out a low moan.

‘Is that good?’ he asked from behind me as my hips slowly rolled towards our hands.

‘Yes,’ I breathed, running my free hand across my chest and massaging one of my breasts.

‘Fuck yes,’ Aiden groaned from behind me as I inserted a second finger, my hips beginning to move more rhythmically as desire coiled between my legs. Aiden’s hold tightened around my waist as he shifted behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder to watch me. ‘You look so fucking beautiful, Cupcake.’

‘Aiden.’ My inner walls fluttered at his words.

‘Let me help you.’ His words danced across my shoulder as he plunged a finger inside of me, working alongside my own as my hips bucked at our hands. ‘You’re so fucking tight.’ His thumb moved to my clit, rubbing soft, teasing circles over the tender bundle of nerves.

‘Oh God!’ I groaned. ‘Aiden! Please!’ My hand moved from my breast to grip his forearm as I forced my legs wider, chasing my release.

‘Ride our hands, Cupcake. Fuck yourself on our fingers.’

His lips moved across my back, alternating between sucking and kissing their way to the sensitive skin of my neck. My breath caught in my throat, and I thrust my hips towards our fingers, grinding against the hardness of our palms.

‘Come,’ Aiden commanded, increasing the pressure against my clit. ‘Come for me, Cupcake.’

I came apart in his arms, my inner walls fluttering around our fingers as my body jerkily convulsed through my pleasure.

From behind me, I could hear the sound of foil tearing, and a few seconds later I felt the press of Aiden’s cock against my entrance.

‘I need you,’ he grunted from behind me, his forehead pressed to the base of my neck.

‘Yes.’ I nodded, already desperate for more.

He thrust into me from behind, burying himself to the hilt in one quick movement. My breath hitched at the intrusion and Aiden stilled behind me, allowing me a moment to adjust to his size, before he began to slowly ease in and out of my pussy with short, shallow thrusts.

It didn’t take long for the familiar tightening sensation in my lower abdomen to return as I climbed towards my pleasure once more. I pressed my hips back against Aiden, who dug his fingers into my hips and flipped me onto all fours. I’d barely had time to register what had happened before he was inside of me again, hammering into me from behind. I dropped my head and shoulders to the mattress, muffling my moans in the sheets as he released my hips to slip a hand down my body. He dragged a finger through my wet folds, coating it in my arousal before bringing it back up my slit to circle my clit.

‘Aiden,’ I groaned into the bedding, spreading my legs wider as I pushed down on his hand.

Aiden ground his hips against my ass, his cock rubbing along my inner walls and against that spot that set my core ablaze. I bit my lip, moving my hand to hold his against my clit as I circled my hips. Aiden pulled back, leaving only the tip inside me before he thrust back into me, the movement along with the pressure against my clit enough to send me tumbling over the edge.

‘Fuck,’ Aiden hissed, his hands moving to my hips to hold me upright as he continued to thrust into me from behind. His movements lost all finesse as he chased his release, following me into the abyss.

‘Well,’ I panted from beneath him. ‘That’s certainly one way to wake up.’

Aiden grunted from above me, his head pressed between my shoulder blades, the feel of his smile ghosting across my skin.