Chapter 19 #2
“Well …” Aiden slides his hand over my waist, gripping firmly before he hauls me on top of him. “That’s step one,” he gazes up at me with a growing smile. “Step two is up to you.”
“Real smooth,” I mumble despite the nerves flooding into my veins. “Are you sure?” I check the window. “Is this safe?”
“It’s safe,” Aiden rasps as he pushes my hair aside, kissing his way up my neck, biting and soothing until I’m trembling. “We’re fine,” he whispers against my ear, making me moan as I cling to him. “Come on, Jewels. Let me have you again.”
Any sort of rationality evaporates from my mind, and I feel myself nodding like a bobblehead.
Aiden kisses me again while I reach for the latch beside the seat with fumbling fingers.
The second they slide over the sturdy plastic, I yank hard and shove the seat back, sending it and Aiden all the way back.
Sat upright, I meet my mate’s appreciative gaze and hold it while we pant.
It’s quiet again, but this time, there’s nothing awkward about it as I settle into his lap. The way he looks at me—with his jaw clenched, and those dark eyes flooded with lust—makes me forget all about nerves.
His hands flex around my hips, and he lifts his head enough to find my mouth as I lean down to smash our lips together. I chase the pleasure, rocking my hips and grinding down to feel his hardening length. He moans beneath me as the scent of his arousal spikes and clouds my senses.
When he bites my lip, I part them immediately. He chuckles softly, but I ignore it as our tongues find each other. I slide my fingers into his hair and crane his head back, tugging a snarl from his lips that makes my blood pound.
We barely part for a breath, too focused on this messy, greedy kiss, until Aiden shifts his hands from my hips to my thighs. I shiver when his fingers dig in, and when I moan into his mouth, he swallows it with an appreciative groan that makes my cock jerk against my zipper.
Then one of his rough hands slips under my shirt, and I lose it.
“Aiden.” I pant, chest heaving as his fingers find my nipple. “Goddess … Aiden.”
My hips grind down on Aiden’s cock, desperate for more. The friction makes him falter, so I do it again, grinning against his mouth.
Nails scraping his nape, I rock harder until he bucks, moaning for me. It’s a heavy sound that rumbles against my chest and blurs my mind. But then he’s playing with both nipples, tugging and twisting until I’m whining against his lips.
It’s perfect already—just right. The car is drenched in our pheromones, and we’re both achingly hard, but Aiden doesn’t take it further. Doesn’t take control.
Does he need me to take the next step? To make it clear that I want it?
Forcing down my nerves, I slide a hand between us, passing it over his chest and between his legs until I’m cupping the thick outline straining his pants.
“Fuck!” he hisses, bucking into my palm.
His gaze is coated with lust when it meets mine, enough to drown out my bashfulness. Rubbing his cock, I press fervent kisses along his jaw.
“Julian,” he moans, and Goddess, the way he says my name …
I squeeze him, stroking him through his jeans while I memorise each of his moans. My mouth lingers on his neck until I find the spot I’ll mark one day, and I suck.
“Shit!” Aiden chokes as he suddenly tenses beneath me. “Ugh—fuck!”
He unravels for me, lost to the pleasure and me. It spurs me on.
Heart pounding, I pop his button and give his zipper a firm tug. My hand slips inside to trace his length through the thin fabric of his underwear. He sucks in a breath, trembling, and I return my lips to his to steal it.
I tease him, touching gently while I work my way up to the band of his underwear. Nerves slow me down, but I don’t let them stop me. I want this—I want to make Aiden come.
Sliding beneath his waistband, I wrap my fingers around him—and forget how to breathe, but before I can pull him out, Aiden’s hand catches my wrist.
My eyes flick up to his. “You don’t want me to?” I ask as we pant against each other.
“No, I do. I do, more than you know,” he rasps with the edge of one of those teasing smirks that goes straight to my cock. “I just want to be sure that you do. I don’t want you doing something you’re not ready for.”
“I’m not,” I promise, shifting over him. “I want this.”
Aiden eyes me for a moment longer before he eases his grip off my wrist. He settles it instead on the door handle, clutching it firmly as he watches me tug his length free of his underwear.
I know I shouldn’t stare, but I can’t help it.
I’ve felt Aiden’s cock against mine, but seeing it now is … something. He’s big, long and thick, and there’s a steady bead of precum dripping from his flushed tip that dries my mouth out in seconds.
Alphas were supposed to be “blessed” by Goddess herself, built larger so nature couldn’t mistake who led the line.
Some even claimed it was instinct, biology shaping us so an alpha could hold their mate more securely, keep them close until nature’s work was done.
Myth or fact, it was all the same—Aiden’s body was exactly what every story promised.
“So?” Aiden asks with a chuckle that’s comfortingly nervous. “What’s the verdict?”
“It’s an alpha’s cock,” I blurt thoughtlessly, and he jerks in my palm. I look up at him to find his cheeks slightly pink, and I realise too late how blunt that sounded. I’d only meant it as a fact. And while I’m not surprised by it, I am surprised by how the way looking at it makes me swallow.
“I like it,” I whisper, and his cock jerks again in response. Precum beads at the tip, and I struggle to look at anything else as my heart hammers cruelly against my chest.
He watches me, breathing far harder than before as he waits for my next move.
I swallow down the lump in my throat and focus. I want to make him come, but I can’t do that with dry palms so … I lift my hand and lick a long, wet path along it.
Aiden’s groan makes me slow before I can lick again. “Fuck, Jewels,” he growls and when I look up, he’s glaring at me. “I’ll come if you don’t stop.”
I frown. I haven’t done anything, yet.
“I want you to come,” I confess as I wrap my fingers back around him and stroke. Aiden’s eyes turn to slits as my hand moves, slow but firm, just how I like it myself.
His cock sits heavy in my palm, so I tighten my fingers on my next stroke. He gasps as I twist my wrist, so I do it again. My eyes dart between his thick cock and his face. I want to kiss him too, but I refuse to miss a thing.
Adding my other hand at his base, I stroke his length, relishing in every twitch and moan my touch elicits as Aiden shifts restlessly beneath me.
It’s different touching another cock, but I focus on doing the things I like.
I stroke his tip until he tenses up and pass my thumb over his head for more of his precum.
And when he moans and bucks up, begging for more, I press my thumb against his slit.
“Yes,” he groans, spreading his legs and thrusting up into my fists. “Ah, fuck yes!”
My mouth waters as I watch his cockhead move in and out of my palms, fucking into it so desperately that my cock starts leaking in my pants. Plains, I won’t last long.
Aiden’s teeth grit together as he grips my hips and thrusts up. I keep my hands firm, keep stroking, but like this, it’s like he’s thrusting into me.
My mind grows hazy as my hole suddenly clenches. I hadn’t thought that far yet, but now—I bite back my moans and fight against the delirious desire to free my own length. I have to focus on him, on making him come.
Falling into him, I bury my face against his neck, biting and licking, and I’m rewarded with each of his ragged moans in my ear pushing me closer to the edge.
“Julian,” Aiden groans as I tighten my grip, stroking him faster. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
Like I could.
Blood pounds in my ears, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so sensitive in my life. The blinding pressure against my zipper threatens to sway me, but I can get Aiden to the end before relieving it. I’m sure of that, but when confident fingers grip my erection, I falter.
“What—what are you doing?” I pant, but I’m already thrusting desperately as his fingers cup my cock and squeeze. He parts one finger to tease my cockhead over the fabric exactly where my slit is, and I see stars.
I bite my lip, trying to stifle my sounds. I know I’m louder than Aiden, meaning someone might hear it, but when he’s touching me like this …
Aiden works my pants open and shoves his hand in, finding my cock and gripping it like it’s his. I shudder against him as his warm palm slides over me.
“Aiden,” I whine as my eyes roll. I’m moving without thinking, rocking us together but Goddess—“I can’t keep quiet,” I warn, trying to drag my hips back, but Aiden doesn’t let me.
“That’s fine,” he pants against my neck, dragging me back to him. “I love the sounds you make,” he groans against my neck. His teeth nip. “Love the way you moan.”
He shoves my hands out of the way and fists us both. My breath stops short when I look down at our cocks pressed together. I’m long like Aiden but not as thick, and fuck, I love how they look together.
Aiden thrusts up, rubbing himself against me and drenching my cock in his precum. I shudder as I watch it spill over and moan when he doesn’t stop. He rubs his scent all over me, marking me as his.
“Oh Goddess!” I groan as I sink down over him. Resting my arms on either side of him, I grind my cock between his tight fists. The friction is perfect, too much.
“Baby, I’m close,” he breathes against my cheek.
“Me too,” I gasp, as he buckles slightly against me. I reconnect our lips, kissing him desperately as our thrusts pick up.
“Aiden,” I whine, breaking free as my balls tighten. “I-I’m going to come.”
“Come, Jewels,” he growls into my ear. “Come with me.”
I shatter, spilling hot over his cock and his hands. I make a mess of him, and he does the same as his orgasm finds him. He groans against my neck, hips stuttering as he spills all over me. He covers my cock in his cum, marking me anew and leaving us in a complete mess.
Our hips slow, but they don’t stop. Even as the pleasure becomes too much, I can’t stop moving, can’t stop with how good it is to feel our cum sliding between us.
I kiss his skin lazily until his hands loosen their firm grip, but we remain pressed together.
Shudders run through me, refusing to stop until I have control of my breathing again.
Even then, it takes effort for me to open my eyes and sit up to look at Aiden, but I’m glad I do when I see the wreck he is.
His hair is an abused mess, and his shirt is stained with the same cum covering our lengths. The sight makes my half-hard cock twitch again.
He notices, smirking in a way that has colour instantly invading my cheeks. He looks past me, over my shoulder where Baywatch must still be going strong.
“The show’s not done.” His hand wraps around us again.
My eyes widen as his cock begins to harden.
“Again?” he asks, fingers already stroking.
I answer by pressing my lips to his.