Aiden #2
Jed’s hand drops to my hip, and the movement is subtle, but he definitely tugs me closer.
And again. His hand is guiding my hips, encouraging me to rut against him, each grind of our hips sending a delicious, rough pulse of pleasure along my length until our foreheads are knocking together and my breathing is nothing more than a warm stutter against his cheek.
My rational brain is screaming at me to back up, to slow down and take a second to think about what we’re doing here before we cross a line we might struggle to come back from. But my omega is almost as loud, begging me to give in and take what I need—what I’m realizing I desperately want.
I place my palms flat against Jed’s chest. I don’t push him away, but the movement is enough to force him to pull back for long enough to look into my eyes. His eyes are heavy lidded as they search mine.
“Aid?” he whispers, and his hands loosen their grip on my hips just enough to give me an exit, if I want one. The problem is, I’m not sure I do.
“Are we doing something stupid?” I breathe.
He huffs a laugh, his thumb brushing over the jut of my hip softly. “Probably. Do you want to stop?”
I bite my lip. “No. Do you?”
He shakes his head. “No.”
Goddamn it.
I curl my fingers around his lapels and pull him back towards me, bringing our necks back together and breathing in his scent like I’m starving for it. He presses his weight back against me and lets a quiet growl build in his throat, burying his nose in my hair.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers, and the endearment has a surprised whimper spilling out of my mouth, the pleasure that’s been building in my core suddenly surging. “Take what you need from me.”
And oh god. I’m going to come. I’m going to come in my fucking pants just from the closeness of Jed’s scent and the hard press of his thigh, and I know that’s pathetic but I’m completely powerless to stop it.
“Jed,” I murmur, and he must hear the warning in my voice, because suddenly his lips are at my neck and he’s holding me against his thigh, hard, and my head thunks back against the wall as my eyes squeeze shut and stars burst behind my eyelids.
I cling to his back, shuddering against his lean frame as wetness spurts into my underwear and I come so hard I forget how to breathe.
Jed is pressing his nose against my neck softly when I come back down to earth, and he leans back when I loosen my death-grip on his back, huffing a soft laugh and smiling his usual dazzling smile.
“Well, you definitely smell like me now,” he chuckles softly.
“Fucking hell, Jed,” I grumble, my head spinning and my legs like jelly. “What the actual fuck.”
“It’s your fault for smelling so fucking good.”
My phone buzzes against my leg again, but I’m distracted by the feeling of Jed still leaning against my thigh. Still hard. I ghost my hand over his length through his jeans.
“Hey,” he says softly, trying to push my hand away. “You don’t need to—”
But I’m already sinking to my knees and unzipping his fly with trembling hands. His scent is so potent here it makes my head swim.
“Seriously, Aid, I’m fine,” he mumbles, but he’s hard as a rock when I shove his jeans and underwear down far enough to free his cock, his hand cupping the side of my face.
I barely have time to take him in—long, rigid and gorgeous—before I’m swallowing him down, engulfing him in the heat of my mouth as his thighs quake beneath my hands.
“Fuck, Aid,” he pants as I bob my head, losing myself in the addictive haze of his scent for a few short minutes, until he’s stiffening in my mouth, his balls drawing up where I’m rolling them between my fingers. “Holy shit, you’d better pull out, I’m gonna—baby—”
I don’t let him push me away, pulling him to the back of my throat as he comes on a gasp, his hand tightening in my hair as he spills over my tongue in hot pulses, his hips rutting his cock deeper into my mouth.
I don’t stop until I’ve swallowed every drop, the taste of him sending another weak shot of arousal through me.
Jed swipes his thumb over my lower lip once he’s tucked himself away and helped me up, the gesture quiet and so intimate it makes my cheeks heat more than the ill-advised blowjob I just gave him.
“And here I was thinking you were the sensible one out of the two of us,” he smirks at me, somehow making the insanity of the last fifteen minutes seem… somewhat less insane. Not normal, exactly, but his lack of panic is staving off my inner freak-out, for now, at least.
I shrug, trying to match his nonchalance. “I can change my underwear; you’re stuck with yours. I was being practical.”
“Ah, of course,” he grins, pushing his hair back with a laugh and leaning against the wall bonelessly.
My phone buzzes in my pocket again, and I pull it out to find a string of are you on your way? texts from my mom. “Shit,” I murmur. “We’re definitely late now.”
“Sorry,” Jed says, not sounding in the least bit remorseful, one finger still wound through one of my belt loops. It makes me not want to leave at all. “But at least no one’s going to doubt that we’re actually dating when you show up smelling like we just spent all day fucking.”
“Oh my god.” I run my hand over my face with a wince that only makes Jed smile wider. “This was not the plan. Okay, I’m changing my underwear, then we’re leaving.”
As we step out into the hallway five minutes later, my heart is hammering against my ribs and my mind is running at a thousand miles an hour, and Jed’s scent is clinging to every inch of me.
I don't know how I'm going to make it through this evening intact.