Chapter 14 Aiden #2
“Anything.” And I think I mean that. He sits up a little, looking down at my shorts.
“Go ahead.” He sits up a little higher between my legs and pulls his shirt off.
His bare chest is muscled and glowing in the minimal light.
He’s so beautiful. I reach out, dragging my fingers down every ridge of his stomach.
“Anything?” he asks.
I nod. He takes my shoes off, my socks next.
Luckily my shoes don’t seem to be too wet.
I can’t dry those as easily. Next his fingers dip into my shorts and he drags them down, his eyes dropping as he drinks me in.
“Damn. That’s a nice cock,” he breathes, before leaning down and slipping my other leg out of my pants.
My legs widen, one dropping to the floor and the other foot resting on the back of the seat.
“You’re fucking unreal, Aiden. Beautiful. ”
That makes me squirm.
Nudity isn’t the problem. I don’t feel any shame. But what I do feel is ten times greater. An unease like I’ve never known. Sawyer looks like he’s going to devour me. He looks up from between my thighs, giving me a cocky grin.
“What?” I laugh.
“In my happy place right now.”
I smile. “Thought that was your kitchen.”
“New happy place.” He kisses the inside of my thighs, then sprinkles them all the way up until his breath fans over my balls. “Plan to visit often.”
I slide my hand down until I grab my cock, jerking myself slowly as I watch him. He nuzzles against my sac before grabbing my hand to cup my balls.
“Here. Hold yourself a little.” He pushes them up then grabs my ass, pulling me down a little more. My legs spread wider.
He looks up at me then leans in, and pleasure rocks me at the flick of his tongue. “Holy sh-shit.” I squeeze my balls in my hand as he licks me, his wet tongue probing my hole in a way that makes me shiver. “Oh my god.” I cup my balls then jerk myself as he continues to lick and suck at my hole.
I stiffen when I feel his thumb around my rim. His head lifts dangerously. He’s so sexy I can’t breathe. “Fuck, you’re pretty.” Another kiss. A lick. A wicked flick of his tongue. All the while his eyes are on me.
I can’t look away as he eats me.
His tongue travels up my sensitive skin then sucks one of my balls into his mouth, lifting my thigh from the back of the seat and pushing it toward my chest. “Hold.” He kisses me quickly before taking his place between my thighs. “Keep jerking yourself.”
I’m not sure what he’s doing, but I listen, looping my arm around my thigh and keeping it back, then I touch myself.
I’m not sure what he’s going to do, but then I feel his tongue map a path along my balls.
He pulls them between his lips, giving me a jolt.
I pull my leg back more, then shift a little onto my side, giving him more room.
More permission. He looks up at me, and I have never seen anything more beautiful in my fucking life.
“Can I use my fingers?”
“You can do anything.” I don’t even know what I’m asking for. I’m greedy. I just need more.
Without breaking eye contact, Sawyer sucks his fingers into his mouth, and I jerk myself while I watch him. I can’t look anywhere else. “Hold your other leg back. If you can.”
There’s not a lot of room, but I don’t care. I’ll make it work. I loop my arm around my other thigh and pull it back, spreading myself for him. I should feel embarrassed, but I crave anything he’s willing to give me.
I’m always in charge.
I’m also measured and calculated.
Inside this car, for the first time in my life, I’m giving someone else power over me.
Someone is taking care of me.
Kissing and soft touches.
I’m dying here under his body, and it’s the sweetest death possible.
His tongue goes back to my hole but he’s watching me. “S-Sawyer, fuck that’s . . . fuck—” My nails bite into the soft skin under my thighs, and my grip tightens when I feel a finger. A little weird, but fuck, it feels so good.
“Fuuuck that’s a tight hole.” He kisses my ass. “Fuck, Aiden.”
A light sting shadows behind all the pleasure. I don’t even care about it. It’s one finger and he’s killing me. “Are you okay?”
“So okay,” I breathe. I try to look anywhere else, but my eyes land on him between my thighs looking up at me, his arm moving gently as he fingers me. He kisses the inside of my thigh and watches while he thrusts deeper. I cup his face, keeping my thighs back. “You’re beautiful,” I admit.
His dark eyes go hazy, hooded. He looks like he’s ready to devour me. “Sweet fucking pussy.”
I moan, feeling his fingers twist. “It’s a not a pussy. That doesn’t make sense.”
He grins wide, kissing the inside of my thigh.
“A pussy is whatever I want to call it.” He slips another finger in, making my back arch with a groan.
“Hot, tight, and tastes so fucking good. Beautiful pussy.” He licks me, pushing my legs back wider, and I loop my arms around them, holding them to my chest. Burying his face in my ass, he kills me.
“Or do you prefer cunt?” He grins like the fucking devil. “You want me to eat this sweet cunt?”
“Oh my god.” I whimper, feeling my legs tremor in my grip. “Sawyer, fuck. Sawyer.” He’s watching me as he eats me. Waiting and killing. “I want to come.” A tightness coils in my belly. I want it to last, but I need relief.
His fingers pump inside me. His tongue crawls up before he takes one of my balls between his lips, pulling it into his mouth. “You want me to suck your cock?”
“Please.”
He takes my cock in his hand, jerking it before his lips wrap around my crown giving me a teasing suck.
“Holy shit, yeah.” My stomach tightens. He bobs faster, and his tongue teases my shaft then licks the sensitive spot under my head.
With me tight in his fist and his fingers in my ass, I’m ready to unravel.
Then he smirks, and whatever he does inside me sends me spiraling. My back arches as he jerks me. My balls climb. My stomach tightens. He jerks me faster. The moans I’m spilling are incoherent and embarrassingly loud in this tiny car. Ropes of cum land across my stomach.
“Holy fuck.” I’m breathing heavily, unsure what the fuck I just felt.
With me tight in his hand still, he squeezes my tip, letting cum drip down my cock as he grins.
My body snaps with the flick of his tongue against my slit as he tastes the pearling liquid.
Then he licks a path up my stomach, moaning.
My ass squeezes around his fingers deep inside me.
My head feels thick with a pleasure fog, but I look down and see how hard he is behind his sweats. “Come here.”
He fits himself over me, still shirtless. His skin still has a cool, clammy feel to it. He’d probably be shivering if it weren’t so fucking hot inside this car. “Can I touch you?”
“I’m really close,” he admits, dropping a kiss onto my lips.
“Really?”
He nods then leans in to kiss my throat.
“One taste of you and I’m about ready to come in my pants.
” He reaches down, pushing his sweats down awkwardly in this cramped car.
It’s almost funny seeing him struggle to take them off.
I watch as his cock comes free. Fuck. He’s big.
Thick. He leans down, rubbing his length along mine, and my hands travel down his back before they land on his ass, pulling him close.
“Come for me.” I wrap my fingers around his length and stroke him. Hard and smooth. He feels perfect in my hands. I wonder how he’d feel inside me.
His heavy eyes watch me as he leans down and kisses me hard while my hand works along his cock.
“Use your cum.”
It takes me a moment to understand. I run my hand along my stomach, gathering my release, then close my fist around his shaft. His eyes flutter closed as he nods. “That’s its, baby.”
Baby?
I ignore the name and how it feels.
This is nothing. It’s release, quick and dirty. He reaches down, groaning.
“What?”
“My balls.” His eyes flutter open, and I replace his hand with my other one, cupping his heavy sac. I give it a soft squeeze, watching his reaction.
“Good?”
He swallows, nodding “I’m close.” I squeeze and watch the way those beautiful eyes shine on me. “You want me to come, Aiden?”
“Yes.”
“Squeeze harder. I won’t break.” He breathes heavier as I listen, jerking him faster and squeezing a bit harder. I feel them tighten in my hand. “Yes. Yes. Aiden, fuck, your hands on me.”
“Come. I want to taste it.” I don’t know where that comes from, just that I need it.
His lips crash against mine and he moans as warmth hits my stomach. He stutters around me, moaning against my lips. “Fuck.” His forehead presses to mine, his eyes pinched shut. Nothing but heavy breathing and thick heat in this car.
Every time I lay my head down to sleep now, I’ll think of this.
“Fuck.” He kisses my head, then my temple. “Damn.” He laughs.
He reaches down, carefully pulling his pants completely off his legs.
I’m not sure what he’s doing, but I don’t have a moment to ask before he lies down on top of me, cocooned under my arm against the back of the seat.
It’s cramped, our legs entwined on this seat.
He holds me against him, and I roll carefully, fitting into the crook of his arm.
One of his arms holds me tight, while his other strokes my hair as he lays soft kisses on my temple.
“Wow.” His chest rises with his laugh. “Damn.”
“Yeah.”
It’s warm inside this car, and his fingers burn my skin. “How are you feeling?” I look up at him. My hand lying across his pec as I thumb his nipple.
Instead of answering, my gut pulls me toward him and I lift to kiss his lips.
Every shift of his thighs against mine makes the tension in my stomach pull tighter. His fingers trace a path unconsciously along my back. He’s so warm. He feels so good. Smells so good.
“You’re shaking,” he whispers into my hair.
Am I?
“No I’m not.” How can I be when I’m burning alive?
“Do you want me to let go?” He hugs me tighter, as if his own words bother him. The reality is no . . . no, I don’t.
I can’t speak so I shake my head.
Lying here in his arms is as close to being happy as I’ve ever felt.
Probably will ever feel again.
Huddled together on this back seat with me in his arms, we kiss. I’m not sure for how long, but I do know that I never want him to leave.
I know that once I take him home, I’ll come back here and feel like something is missing, afraid to admit to myself that it might be him.