Chapter 28
Aiden
“Come on, Aiden!” Julian shouts from wherever he is. The abyss, maybe.
I groan as I pull the covers further over my head. He’s been telling me to get out of bed for the past hour, and I’ve been ignoring him the same way I’ve been ignoring the sunlight blazing through the curtains.
It’s not often we get to sleep in, and I’d be an idiot not to take advantage.
“I’m serious, Aiden,” he nags, closer now.
“Let me sleep,” I beg when the mattress dips beside me.
“I made plans for us. Come on.” He tugs at the covers. I hold on tight.
“Fine,” he says, giving up far too easily. But Julian Heil never gives up.
A pillow slams into my head. Not hard—just enough to jolt my eyes open. I shoot up, too stunned to see the next one coming, or the one after that.
“Julian!” I curse as he hits me again and again with the stupid pillow, only allowing me a few fleeting glimpses of light and his wide smiles.
Ducking low, I dodge his next swing and grab him by the waist, hauling him against my chest and snatching the weaponry from his hands. It’s easy with the way he laughs in my arms, easier to keep him to me as I throw the pillow somewhere across the room.
Weapon forfeited, I fix my attention on a giggling Julian. He’s squirming, trying to get out of my hold, but with the way he’s laughing, it’s an impossible task, and when I start tickling him, he’s completely at my mercy.
I know his weak spots and find the ones that make him jerk and squeal. The skin under his chin, above his hips and over his thighs. I target them all while he wiggles against me like a worm.
“Stop!” he exclaims as he tries to break free. “Aiden!” he screams on top of his mounting laughter.
When he starts gasping, almost out of air, I ease my fingers away, letting him catch his breath. Julian throws his head back on my shoulder as he sucks in a desperate lungful, but despite his slight exhaustion, there’s still a smile plastered across his face.
Each breath calms him, slowing his heaving chest that strains beneath his shirt. I follow its rhythm, the way my eyes follow his arched frame. Strong. Handsome.
I rest my hands on his hips, staring quietly at him as he calms. My body heats beneath his, tingling in every place his skin brushes mine. By the time his bright eyes drift to mine, I’m nearly as breathless as he’d been.
We hold each other there for a long moment, just breathing, enjoying the other’s scent and the sweet thing it becomes when they’re mixed together. It’s coaxing, like the thrum of our hearts beating as one, and I don’t know how to resist the tune.
Julian leans in first, sealing his lips to mine and humming in satisfaction as he turns slightly, giving himself better access.
I let him, opening myself to his claim. I groan when his tongue flicks my bottom lip teasingly, sparking a ripple of need beneath my veins.
He smiles proudly against my lips as I open up, allowing him to have his way.
The bond sparks to life, flooding us with pleasure that ricochets back and forth until all I can do is feel.
As it builds, my hand slides from his hip, moving down over flesh until it slides between his legs and over the erection tenting his shorts. I squeeze him, and Julian moans softly into my mouth.
“Aiden,” he whispers as his eyes flutter open to meet mine. “We can’t.”
“Isn’t that why we’re here?” I murmur against his lips.
“Yes, but …” He doesn’t finish as he bites his lip, hips thrusting into my touch.
“Why won’t you let me touch you?” I whisper as I slip my free hand up his shirt, gliding my fingers up his sides and then over his nipples.
Julian sucks in a breath and I steal one more kiss before he can take another. “Last night, you said we couldn’t. Now, you’re saying we can’t again.”
I flick a finger over his nipple, and he hisses before a shudder passes through him. “I thought the point of this trip was for us to let go”—I pinch until he whimpers for me—“to get closer.”
“It is,” he groans as his hands find my wrists, holding tight but not pulling them away. “But I made plans …” His words taper as I palm his erection. “With times, Aiden.”
“How long do we have?” I ask, pressing kisses up his neck, moving higher and claiming more skin with my tongue until he drops his head on my shoulder.
It might as well be an offering.
“Like, forty minutes …” His words become moans when my tongue finds his ear. I lick the back shell of it and squeeze his cock until he’s trembling against me.
“That’s more than enough.”
“You know how we get … with the heat,” he breathes, ever the voice of reason.
“That’s only if we don’t get our fill,” I whisper, smiling against his skin as my hands sink under his waistband. “Let me get my fill, Jewels.”
“Aiden,” he warns again, tilting his head to meet my eyes, but his gaze is hazy now and entirely unconvincing.
“Baby,” I mock-reply as my fingers wrap around his stiff cock.
Julian gasps, his eyes widening only to fall shut as I stroke him slowly. He doesn’t respond, not that I mind. I want his mind only on the pleasure.
Hand stroking, I cover his neck and shoulder with kisses, worshipping every inch of him I can. He shudders when my teeth scrape his shoulder blade, and when my thumb circles his wet tip, he moans and thrusts up into my hand.
“A-Aiden,” he breathes, and he sounds wrecked already even though we’ve barely begun.
“I love when you say my name,” I whisper against his ear, savouring the way he shivers. “Love it even more when you moan it.”
My hands keep working, steadily fisting his cock in one hand while I tease his nipples with the other, and he melts against me, hips rocking until his breaths become as dishevelled as he is.
“More,” he begs, making me smile. He wants me to go faster, to get him off quickly, but what’s the fun in that when we have so much time?
I slow my strokes, and he whines, eyes opening just enough to glare at me.
“More?” I tease, looking him straight in his large, captivating blue eyes.
“I want more,” he whispers, before his voice drops into a seductive purr. “I want more, Aiden.”
My eyes widen and Julian pounces on my surprise. Fingers bury in my hair, tugging me close. He keeps me an inch away from him, his lips hovering a breath from mine as he stares hard into my eyes.
“Touch me more,” he whispers, grinding himself back on my waiting erection, then thrusting up into my fist. “Kiss me more,” he continues, that purr igniting my skin. “Give me more, Aiden.” His eyes never leave mine while he rocks, brazenly thrusting himself into my hand. “I want more.”
“Goddess, you’re so fucking sexy,” I growl, crushing my mouth to his.
Twisting my wrist, I quicken my strokes to match his thrusts. Drugged now on him and desperate for more, the way I kiss Jewels is almost aggressive, but I don’t try holding back.
My grip tightens until it’s almost too tight, but the slide is easy with all the precum that dribbles from his slit.
It’s a sleeve he takes advantage of, thrusting desperately.
His kisses are just as rough, his hold on my hair cruel, but so is the way I rake my nails down his chest. He arches away from me, hissing through his teeth before the sound breaks into a moan when I squeeze his thigh and hoist him into my lap.
“Goddess!” he curses, breaking from my lips to look down at where both my hands are now wrapped around his cock. I lean in behind him, lapping at his neck like a wild animal while he speeds towards the edge. “Ah! God—ugh! Aiden, I’m … I’m going to—”
I bite down on the place I’ll mark soon enough, and Julian cries out.
Even with my canines retracted, it’s enough. He spills into my hands, across the sheets. I stroke him through it, addicted to every moan he makes and every tremor that runs through him.
They don’t stop, echoing longer than usual, and I don’t know if it’s because of the heat or because I’d bitten the spot meant for his mark. Either way, Julian’s orgasm doesn’t show any signs of slowing down as I continue to pay the spot special attention.
“Have I ever told you,” I begin as I ease him back against me, letting him catch his ragged breath, “how much you turn me on?”
His sated gaze meets mine, and a lazy smile brightens his handsome face, almost as much as the blush spreading high across his cheeks. My already aching dick stiffens painfully as I watch the colour spread up into the ears I’d been sucking on.
“I don’t think so,” he rasps as his smile turns into a smirk.
“That’s a shame,” I hum before I give his hip a pat. “I’ll have to make up for that. Later though. You’ve sated me for now.”
I can jerk off in the shower, plan to—but then Julian doesn’t move. I raise a brow, and his blush deepens.
“We still have more time,” he whispers, voice back to fucking sexy.
Max hoots, ready to tackle Jewels all over again, but I hold us back. Barely.
“Are you sure?” I ask, searching his eyes. “I’m all for more, but are you sure?”
“I told you …” Julian turns so that he’s facing me, knees bracketing my hips so he’s straddling me. “… I want more,” he whispers against my ear before he sucks it into his mouth. Teeth dig in and he shifts his forward, grinding his half-hard cock against my own.
My resolve shatters. I shove him back onto the bed and climb over him.
Julian falls back in a mess of golden hair and flushed skin, staring up at me with mischievous eyes clouded with lust.
So fucking sexy.
Cursing under my breath, I tug his pants down and pull his shirt off as well so that every inch of him is bare before me. My eyes roam over him, and I barely stop myself from drooling before I seal our lips back together.
Julian welcomes me with a contented hum while his fingers work my boxers down, allowing my aching dick to break free. Knees digging into the bed, I press myself against him and we both moan at the perfect friction of our cocks grinding together.