17. Gilli #2
“It’s exhausting to do it all yourself,” Aiden says.
And I’m lucky he isn’t the kind to press. Not yet, anyway. It may yet come.
“I know.”
Acknowledging it adds weight to my shoulders and slumps them forward until I’m leaning into him hard.
His fingers tap out a soothing beat against my shoulder before he begins to massage gently.
“When you’re ready to talk, I’ll be around. Soren might take a while, but he’ll come around too. He always does. There isn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for someone he cares about.”
“There's your second lie of the night. He doesn’t care about me.”
“You’d be surprised,” Aiden murmurs.
I clear my throat, my grin falling away and discomfort taking the place of our earlier laughter. It sucks how badly I want Soren to care, especially when I have no clue why I want it so badly.
“What were you looking at online?” I ask in a clear subject change.
Aiden’s fingers go still against my shoulder. “I think you know,” he whispers against my ear.
At once, I’m rocketed back to awareness of his body beside mine. The way I fit underneath his arm and the press of his thigh against mine. My stomach dips pleasantly, butterflies taking flight inside.
I’m the one who breaks away first.
Aiden’s eyes have gone dark with fire, the eye contact penetrating and uncomfortable. No, I correct as warmth continues to spread. Not uncomfortable. My chest rises, my breath coming faster the longer he looks at me.
Aiden’s own breathing has gone ragged and he shifts beside me. The movement pulls at the blanket, a tent forming over his hardening cock.
“I shouldn't have interrupted you, then.” My voice makes hardly any sound and the only thing I hear is my suddenly thunderous pulse in my ears.
I should go back to bed.
Immediately .
If I’m trying to keep anything from happening between us, then I’ve got to get off the couch and lock the bedroom door behind me.
There is no mistaking the raw intent on Aiden’s face or the way I want to continue.
I want his hands on me, to slide myself over his lap and grind against him, to feel the way his skin melts to mine, and his lips on my body, the hardness of his cock?—
“I’m glad you interrupted,” he replies softly. The arm he’d wrapped around me remains on the back of the couch but he slides the opposite one toward the bulge in his pants. “I was thinking about you.”
My jaw drops slightly and I swallow over my tongue. The hunger in his eyes, the need, and the way he holds himself back.
“You have to know how much I think about you. How badly I want to touch you. The other night at the lake…I barely managed to stop,” he continues.
I think about him, too. I think about all of them, which makes me selfish and ridiculous. A young girl full of fantasies with no spine to back up any of them.
Or it makes me sick in the head.
Heat pinks my cheeks but I don’t pull away. The blanket is still draped over the two of us but it’s useless as far as protection goes. Do I even need protection from Aiden?
“I’m not leaving yet,” I admit.
He grins and reaches for my free hand to bring it down to his cock. Tendons bulge in his forearm. I resist at the last minute because I know myself. I know what will happen if I touch him.
I won’t stop. I’ll cross right over a line I’m not sure either of us is ready to cross, and by that point, there will be no going back.
He twists his head to the side in confusion at my resistance. After a tense moment where both of us lock eyes, he pushes the blanket down.
“Do you see what you do to me?”
Yes, of course I do. My mouth is dry again and I compulsively swallow, desperate to touch those hard ridges of his cock. The bulge in his sweatpants?—
He’s Soren’s cousin. He’s too kind and easy to talk to for me to ruin with my presence.
I’ve had plenty of chances to leave.
Instead I inch closer, my mouth slightly open and panting with the strain of keeping my hands to myself rather than reaching inside those gray sweatpants and touching him.
He’ll taste salty and delicious. I know it.
Aiden’s eyes narrow at whatever he sees on my face. He reaches inside to free himself. His rigid cock bobs.
My face flushes and my throat constricts at his thickness. Precum already slicks the fat head of his erection.
Aiden watches me intently to gauge my reaction. “What do you think, Gilli? ”
He grins and strokes himself up and down as I watch, my heart pumping faster.
This is Aiden. He’s like a lovable bear even with the shadows in his eyes. He’s got secrets, too. Why do I want to figure them out so badly?
It would be easy to let myself drop onto his lap and let him slip inside me and ride him until we’re both in the throes of ecstasy.
He’s so handsome, working himself and spreading the wetness along his length. I want to see his cock glisten because of me , because he’s been buried in my wetness.
I don’t allow myself to do any of those things.
But I love watching him. I love to see the evidence of his lust, the same that echoes in the throbbing in my pussy.
I bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep myself in check but a moan escapes anyway. Heat curls in my lower abdomen and my breasts tingle.
My nerves are lightning, firing off one by one, and now I groan with the need to touch myself. To glide my fingers along my own heat and get myself off. Or better yet, to take Aiden’s hand and bring him to the wetness between my thighs and see how good he’ll touch me.
He breathes through his teeth with his jaw constricted as he chases his own pleasure.
“Gilli, fuck .”
Still watching me, he grabs the neckline of my tank top and draws it down, one breast popping free and eager for attention. Aiden tenses, fixated.
This is a fantasy for me. Straight out of one of my dreams at night, except in them, there are no restrictions. There is no reason to stop.
His pulse echoes from where he holds me tightly and I rock closer.
“Did you touch yourself this way before I came out?” I whisper .
He nods, licking his lips. His hips jerk and my head falls back, imagining those fingers inside of me.
Pleasure cuts through me and feels so good.
“The girls in the video have nothing on you,” he says. “I imagine you with your tits out. I imagine rolling your clit between my teeth before sliding my tongue inside you. Look at you.”
He fondles my breast, cupping its weight, noticing the trio of freckles on the underside, like an inverted pyramid.
Oh, god.
It’s going to happen. If I stay here, it will happen, and then there’ll be no going back. I want him desperately.
I clamp down on my cheek again and the pain has me tensing.
Aiden moans and his body jerks, wracked by his orgasm. My gaze trains on the line of cum roping up onto his shirt as he works himself through it, squeezing harder to drain himself.
We’re both breathing heavily and both pleading with each other for more but neither of us makes a move.
I shoot off the couch and pull my shirt up, but there’s nothing I can do to cover the wetness dampening my shorts. Breaking free is the easiest way to avoid temptation. To not step foot down the path at all.
Soren would never forgive me for a taste of his cousin, and I’m not sure I’d forgive myself for getting Aiden involved. How can it matter what he wants if his safety is on the line? Getting involved with me brings him into the line of fire.
“You don’t have to go,” he grinds out. “Stay.”
Play is what he means. I’m panting, a heartbeat away from giving in. Which is why I force myself to go and send up a silent prayer he understands.