Chapter 60 #2
I kiss him hungrily while he shakes beneath me until we’re left panting against each other’s mouths. It feels like forever before I can sit up, but when I do, it’s with limbs that shake.
When I pull out, I lift his hips to watch. His hole stretches around my tip before clenching shut, a trickle of cum dripping out. My cock twitches, still hard, and I watch Aiden’s do the same.
Jaw clenching, I turn him over, pushing him onto his stomach before I sink back into him. He makes a choked sound that fractures into a moan as I fill him again. I slip out only to push back in, drugged by the sight of his hole taking my cock paired with the pleasure of feeling it myself.
My pulse pounds a crazed tune in my ears as I repeat the motion, seesawing inside of him to watch him take me.
“More,” he groans, making me pause. Aiden snarls, glaring over his shoulder. “I said more, not stop.”
Pushing his hips back, he takes it for himself, and his glare fades as his eyes cross with pleasure.
I watch him for a moment, watch the way he fucks himself on my cock with bulging muscles I want to devour, and my resolve to be gentle for this round shatters completely.
Pulling out, I ignore his quiet sound of protest as I slide a small pillow under his stomach. He tries to sit up, but I shove him back down by his neck and spread his muscled ass apart before slamming back in.
“Ah!” he squeaks.
“Goddess, be good,” I murmur, dragging my hips back, slowly sliding out before I slam my cock back into him.
Aiden shifts forward with a choked whine that I steal from him with another thrust in. I throw my head back, eyes closing as a wave of absolute euphoria takes over my entire body.
“F-fuck!” Aiden groans as my nails dig into his hips with every movement. He shudders but takes it all, pushing back for more until I lay myself over his back, sliding every inch in until I’m balls deep.
He gasps silently, trying to breathe, and I shudder in response.
Grabbing his shoulders, I flex my fingers over the muscle before I make him take me.
“Oh Goddess!” he cries out, and I chase the high of being inside of him, wanting nothing but more of this mind-numbing pleasure.
He tries to bury his sounds by biting the sheets, but I tug them from his teeth so that I can hear him. They’re beautiful—his choked cries, his breathless gasps, his dragged-out whimpers. I want each one. I rest my head against his, letting my breath tickle his ear.
“Julian!” he whines, and I’m almost drowning.
When things were reversed, Aiden mostly grunted, moaning here and there when he wasn’t growling and making me come. But now, he’s loud. And it drives me crazy.
Greedy for more, I lower my mouth to his mark, drawing a fresh sound from him. Aiden clutches at the sheets but loses his grip when I sit up and pull him upright with me. On his hands and knees, his arms shake beneath him while he tries to bury his moans into his shoulder.
I tsk as I circle my hips—my message loud and clear—but Aiden doesn’t listen.
I slow my thrusts and tighten my grip on his waist so he can’t move, but even as he whines with frustration, he still doesn’t listen.
Growling, I grab a fistful of his hair and force his head up so he has nowhere to hide as I pound my cock back into him. Aiden’s lips fall open as his back dips, and he moans for me.
“Ah—ugh—” I tighten my grip on his hair as each thrust fucks a fresh moan from his lips. “Ju-li-an. I’m—”
He doesn’t need to tell me. I can feel him clenching around me, his hole flexing for the … I lost count of how many times he’s come, but it doesn’t matter. His pleasure only stokes my own.
I don’t relent my attack on his body, making it mine while he comes, and I don’t stop when he’s done. I don’t even try to. Instinct and need demand I have every inch of him until there’s nothing left for me to claim.
Aiden has had me in every possible way, and I’d let him, eager to be his, but now that he was on his knees for me and taking my cock … I want every part of him, too.
Letting his head drop, I tug him up by his shoulders so that his back is to my chest, and breathe in the scent of our sex.
He leans back into me, giving me his full weight while his head falls back onto my shoulder.
I glance down, groaning at the arch of his body and the upward curve of his slick cock.
“Are you sure you’re not the bottom?” I whisper against his ear, smirking when he shivers.
“I’m not!” he defends, even as he trembles for me.
I slam back into him, forcing unshed tears from his eyes. “Then why are you like this?” I ask, sliding a hand around to touch him, feather-light and far gentler than the way I nibble on the bottom of his ear.
“I-I-I don’t know,” he stutters, fucking stutters.
“Maybe we should stop then.”
I still my hips while I’m buried in him, and take a moment. Breathing just as hard as Aiden, I slowly pull out. He whimpers when my tip is at his rim and my hand slips from his cock.
“No!” he whines, driving his hips back and forcing my cock back into him so deep we both groan.
I drop my head to his shoulder, just above his mark. “I thought you didn’t like it?” I whisper before I slide my tongue over the indent of my canines.
“I do,” he pants, hips working. “It’s—so—good.” Each word comes between sharp exhales as Aiden pushes himself back onto me, almost dragging me over the edge while I let him swallow my cock with his tight hole.
“You’re so greedy,” I growl against his ear, watching him quicken his own pace.
“Fuck me,” he demands, frustrated and almost angry, as he grinds himself back onto my cock.
I stare down at him, watching those strong hips rutting against mine while Aiden gets himself off, and I think I lose a piece of my sanity.
“Julian!” Aiden groans, snapping me out of my trance as his hands reach up to fist my hair. “I said, fuck me!”
Mind turning, I grip Aiden’s hips as I drag my cock out before slamming back in. Aiden moans and then buckles as I grab hold of his cock again. I return to my quick, yet deep thrust and he throws his head back against my shoulder.
Panting against him, I circle his tip with my thumb, drawing a whimper from his lips. He’s about to come again, but I don’t let him this time. I pull my hand away and he whines, making my cock twitch.
My gaze flicks up, catching movement in the corner of my eye, but when I spot my hips rocking against my mate’s strong ass, a wicked grin pulls my lips apart.
I turn us without warning, keeping our positions the same as we face the large mirror posted above our dresser.
It gifts me with a new view of my handsome mate, of the sweat dripping down his body, sliding over his stretched abs as he arches against me.
Aiden’s hands are still in my hair, and the muscles in his arms bulge with tension.
It eases slightly when I thrust into him, and his lips part again.
Behind his large body, there is not much of me to see, only my hands digging into his hips, my head crooked into his neck, my tousled hair draping over him in certain places, and blue eyes that glow possessively.
I groan as I stare at us, but mostly at him—at Aiden, whose slitted eyes keep him blinded to what I’ve found.
My eyes dart all over him, memorising the way his thighs tremble and his chest almost bounces until his heavy eyes finally open.
They’re slow at first, then they suddenly widen as he sees himself and that’s the only glimpse Aiden allows before he immediately shuts them.
“Open your eyes,” I growl with a voice that doesn’t feel like mine.
Whatever it is, Aiden opens his eyes and looks at me through the mirror—at me, not at the way his cock bounces up and down or the way tears spill from his eyes as he takes me.
He keeps himself from moaning too, and I know he won’t like this. I don’t need him to. Instead, I push two of my fingers into his mouth and force him to choke on them while I fuck into him.
I take my time, making him watch what I’ve turned him into, making him take it all in the way I eagerly do, all the while daring him to look away. He doesn’t.
“Look at you …” I whisper with a smirk that grows as Aiden looks at the both of us. “… dripping wet from getting fucked.”
Since when did I talk dirty?
“Nshhs—” he groans around my fingers.
“I can’t understand you,” I whisper as I lick his ear slowly until he cries out for me.
“Look at how hard you are.” Aiden tightens up around me, and I moan long before I get the pleasure of watching his cheeks flame with his embarrassment.
“You must really love this,” I growl as I tug on his ear with my teeth.
When Aiden only whimpers, I take my fingers from his lips. He foolishly tries to look down, but I force his head up with a warning growl.
“N-no. Stop, Julian!” he begs and I’m quick to do just that.
“Okay,” I whisper as I ease my hips back. Aiden’s eyes widen with alarm.
“I d-didn’t mean …” he trails off as I slowly push back in. Aiden trembles, and I smirk.
“Oh, you want to get fucked?” I growl, sinking back in as I slowly pick up speed.
“Yes,” he moans, dutifully watching me in the mirror.
“You love it, don’t you?” I groan as I thrust deeper.
“Y-yes,” he whimpers as I slam into him, harder this time.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I love it,” he sobs as tears stream down his face, and he lets himself break for me.
Clinging to my hair, Aiden cries, and I understand with new clarity why he loves bringing me to this state. It’s intoxicating to watch him cry from his arousal and pleasure, to watch him cling to me while I took his body. Aiden, my alpha, all mine.
“I love it,” he gasps, the sound breaking against my skin. It makes me smile as I quicken my pace.
“Fuck, I l-love it,” he stammers again, voice cracking as our movements sync. My heart races with his as we both watch the way I fuck him, the way I take us both closer and closer to the edge until we’re right there.
“I love it.”
We come together, falling into an abyss that claims my senses and leaves me blind. Waves crash through me, over and over again, until Aiden and I collapse against the bed together, weak while I fill him, breed him, make him mine.
The only thing that gives me the strength to move is the insistent need for more.
I turn my mate over, and he follows easily, still so lost in the pleasure that he doesn’t even notice the way I look at his spent body and that thick cock that’s still hard for me.
I sink back in, and Aiden’s eyes bulge.
“I … can’t, Julian,” he whispers, but his hole clings to me, his body gives itself to me. I wrap my hand around him, fisting his tip, and he sobs. “Julian!”
I stroke him while I rock into him, my thrusts a secondary thought. I focus on his tip, on the sensitive skin, even while he weakly tries to push my hands away.
“I cagnt! No m-m-muore!” he cries, his entire body shaking now. “Let go!”
I listen, knowing I don’t need to touch him anymore to get him there. He’d do it on his own.
I grab his wrists, slamming them beside his head, and wait for him to do it himself. Aiden doesn’t disappoint.
“Don’t look,” he begs in a near slur; as if I could ever look away.
I keep my eyes on him and Aiden squirms, twisting and turning, heaving beneath me until finally he clenches down on my throbbing cock as he comes.
He shouts, voice breaking as his body locks up, but nothing spills from his cock. Nothing comes out at all. I glance at him, but the euphoria on his face is unmistakable.
“Was that a dry orgasm?” I whisper, making his cheeks heat up beneath his tears.
I delve in, kissing him hungrily as I try to consume him whole, but when Aiden’s tongue stops trying to slip beneath mine, I pull back. Dark eyes droop before me a second before Aiden faints, his body going limp as he releases a tiny breath.
I blink down at him.
Perhaps … I had taken things slightly too far. I receive my answer when I pull out of him and my cum pours from his hole. I didn’t even realise that I’d come again.
Flopping down beside him, I drag us to the only dry part of the bed before pulling him onto me. I want to clean him up, but exhaustion is quickly settling in, and there’s no way I could make it to the bathroom.
I can smile, though—and I do. I grin and bury it in my mate’s hair as sleep takes me, carrying only one thought in its wake.
Emitt Smith is a genius.