Chapter 46
CHAPTER 46
AIDEN
She tears off one of my shirt buttons.
“You’re feral,” I mutter against her temple. But I’m just as eager. She’s hot beneath my hand, and it hurts, physically hurts, to pull my finger out of her heat. My hands shake slightly when I grip the sides of her thong and drag it down her long legs.
I pause when it’s at her ankles. She looks at me from her recline on the bed. The sheer fabric of her dress is now soaked and clinging to the outline of her small tits, and the V between her legs laid fully bare.
I kiss her ankle and find the straps to her heels. “You’re wearing the shoes I bought you.”
“They’re my only good heels,” she says.
“They’re also not the kind of shoes you can walk in.” I unclasp one, and then the other. “Don’t wear them again.”
She lifts herself onto her elbows. “I like them.”
“They hurt you.”
“I look good in them.”
I groan and toss the shoes to the carpeted floor, along with her black thong. “You look good in everything.” I reach for the silk bag she’s left on the bed and turn it upside down. All the contents fall out. “But you look even better naked, and definitely when you’re not in pain.”
Her eyes roam over the contents I’ve dumped on the bed. But I’m only looking for one thing—the foil packet that must have been included.
There’s a small bottle of lube. A pocket vibrator and, fuck , the fun we can have with that.
I reach for the buckle of my belt and undo it. Charlotte lies back, the skimpy see-through dress pooled around her waist. Her long legs are bare and bent, slightly splayed, just enough to show me the glistening pink of her pussy.
I pull down my zipper, and chuck off my pants.
Charlotte’s eyes fall to my hard cock. Just having her look at me makes it twitch.
I need her skin against mine, and I need to bury myself inside her heat. I need that more than my next fucking breath.
I roll on the condom while she watches my every move, until the latex sheathes down to my base.
“Aiden,” she whispers. “Could anyone walk in?”
I shake my head. “I locked the door. Do you think I’ll let anyone but me see you naked? See you like this?”
Her face softens, and her lips part on an exhale. She looks so beautiful like that, with her light-brown hair spread around her head, it squeezes my heart to look at her. I want to swallow her whole, wrap myself around her, be inside of her.
My hands find her ankles again, and I pull her down so her ass is by the end of the bed. She giggles again, that soft, beautiful sound, and fuck if I don’t want to make her do that again with me. All the time.
I glide my hands down her thighs, parting them. Step in between and let the head of my cock rub up and down her slit, coating myself.
As I reach for the array of toys on display beside her, her eyes track mine. “What are you— Oh.”
I squirt some lube and then slide the cock ring on. It’s a snug fit. I’ve used one before, but it was years ago. It fits to the base of my cock, and I look up, amused, to find Charlotte watching with intense fascination. Her curiosity is never far.
“What will it do?” she asks.
I use my index finger to trace the silicon until I find the small button. Turn it on, and the faint vibration makes a humming sound.
“Oh,” she breathes. “ Oh .”
“You said you wanted me to use it.”
“It was a joke.”
“No,” I say and nudge the head of my cock to her entrance, “it wasn’t.”
She looks down between her legs. We both watch as I disappear an inch at a time inside her. When I’m buried to the hilt, the ring comes to rest against her clit.
I stay still, unmoving.
Charlotte’s breath catches. “Oh. Oh .”
“You feel that?”
“Yes,” she murmurs and grips the comforter. “I do.”
I thrust into her, a slow roll of my hips. She feels fucking incredible. Better than I remember, too good for me to last as long as I want to.
And each time I bottom out, I stay there for a heartbeat. Let the vibrations hit her where she needs them most.
Beautiful color spreads across her skin. She’s so pale, it’s easy to see her flush with pleasure. Standing like I am, with her sprawled before me on the bed, I see everything.
I never want to look away.
Her eyes are heavy-lidded, her hair mussed. There will be no hiding what we’ve done after this, and fuck, I’m at my sister’s party with her friends. I’ll figure out a way out the back. Carry Charlotte in my arms and get straight into a car.
She arches beneath me, and I fuck her faster. All the built-up need makes it hard to think about anything else but being inside her, getting closer to her.
I already knew she liked vibrations. Seeing her now, I’m reminded of just how much. She moans every single time I hit deep inside her.
Fuck sliced bread or electricity. This cock ring is the best thing ever invented.
Gripping her thighs, I use them as leverage to drive into her harder. Her moans get louder, and I’m dimly aware that could be a bad thing, that this is a party, but the thought dies as soon as it hatches. There’s no space for it.
She’s so pretty it hurts to look. I want to fuck her harder, and I want to stroke my hands over her skin and take care of her. I want both at the same time. Consume her, but also cherish her.
Her breathing ratchets up, and I know she’s close. I’ve learned the signs. On the next thrust, I stay seated inside her. My dick protests with a throbbing ache at the sudden lack of movement.
I groan and look down at where the silicon of the ring presses against her clit.
“Oh my god,” she whimpers, her back arching. “Oh my god, Aiden, that’s….”
I reach down and increase the vibration speed by a setting or two. And then I start to feel her tighten around me with the first tremors of her orgasm.
Every muscle in my body tenses with the effort not to thrust. To stay inside her, ring to clit, and just ride out her waves. I nearly growl.
Charlotte arches higher off the bed. She moans and comes beneath me, around me; her muscles squeeze me tight enough that my vision fogs at the edges.
It sends me over the edge.
I come with a groan. It feels like I’m dying, electricity zapping down my spine, straight to my cock. Not moving, not thrusting, just letting it race through me. It’s a different kind of pain I’ve never experienced before.
It’s so fucking intense that I have to close my eyes, my hands gripping Charlotte’s thighs tightly.
“Aiden,” she moans, and my control snaps. I grind into her—once, twice—with the last spurts of my own climax.
When I finally open my eyes, it’s to a sweaty, happy, gorgeous Charlotte lying in front of me on the bed. I’m still standing. Somehow. It’s a miracle.
Slowly, I pull out, and she winces a bit as the vibrations cease against her clit. I stroke my thumb over her pussy. “Sensitive?”
“Incredibly,” she says. “That was... I’ve never experienced that before.”
I tie off the condom. “Me, neither. Fuck.”
“That ring might be the best thing I’ve ever been given,” she says.
I toss the condom and return to her, still splayed on the bed in this random guest room. I gather her into my arms, and she turns to me immediately. Loose and willing, warm and smiling.
“This isn’t how I imagined fucking you again after all this time,” I confess against her temple.
She chuckles. “At a party? With merch gifted by your sister?”
I groan. “Don’t mention that part, ever.”
“I didn’t imagine this, either.” She leans back in my arms, her light-brown hair spread out around her. Her eyes sparkle in the dim lighting, with a smudge of mascara under the lid. She looks sweaty, and happy, and alive. “But nothing with you has ever been how I’ve imagined it.”