15 - Aiden
Aiden
Her mouth hit mine without warning, and the surprise had nowhere to go except straight through me. Landing, obviously, right in my crotch.
I’d been mid-breath, mid-thought, still tracking the distant sounds of plates and seniors talking as it drifted across the front lawn when her hands caught the front of my shirt and pulled me in.
There was nothing hesitant about the way her mouth met mine. Sage had clearly made up her mind about something, and she’d acted before she had the chance to change it.
Meanwhile, we were out here in the open—van doors gaping in a public parking lot—her body pressed right up against mine. The realization sent a jolt of electricity to my half-hard cock and made it twitch with anticipation.
My fingers tightened at her waist before I had time to consider any of the outside noise. The retirees a hundred yards away, the band eating their lunch somewhere in the mix of it. All totally oblivious to what was going on out here.
“Sage.”
She tasted like lemonade and sunlight.
“I love the way my name sounds in your mouth when you’re horny.”
Fuck.
A helpless moan fell out of me and into her greedy mouth as she kissed me again. Her nails scraped the back of my neck, fingers clasping behind it, holding me in place.
Not that I had any plans of going anywhere. It would’ve been plain insanity to walk away from this.
I angled my body to block the view from the front lawn and walked her backward toward the van door without breaking contact.
We fell into it clumsily, teeth clashing in our desperate bid to not let go of each other.
The van rocked in a smooth motion that got me back on my feet, Sage still hungrily attached to my lips, and I continued backing up until my legs hit the threshold.
There was public, and then there was safely in public. I was more inclined to navigate the stacked gear and coiled cables on the floor of the van than carry on where any respectable old lady or her grandkid could see us.
I guided her in with me, thinking we’d be on the same page, but Sage pulled back.
Balance was a gamble with my one foot inside the van, which gave Sage the upper hand.
Both of hers were firmly planted on the asphalt.
Now half-shaded by the darkness inside the van, I blinked against the bright backdrop framing her in front of me.
Sunlight cut in and painted her hair almost gold, like a halo.
“I’d much rather you have your way with me inside this death trap than out of it.”
A slow smile curled her pink, swollen lips. “Presumptuous much?”
I considered the aching bulge in my pants with a hint of humiliation. Because, yes, I’d assumed with the way she was just kissing me that this was leading somewhere… more.
The breath of disappointment that left me came out all ragged, tugging at my balls as I sank down to sit. “Sorry.”
“You should see your face right now.” Her laugh bubbled low and deep in her throat, adding to my surprise when she clambered into the van after me and promptly shut the doors behind her. All sound and signs of life vanished as that single move created a private bubble of lust-filled darkness.
Inside, the space narrowed and the only light we had was streaks of sun that shaved through the tattered curtains over the windows. It took a while for my vision to adjust and when it did, the look in Sage’s eyes pulled a breathy groan out of me.
And she had the audacity to call me horny?
She crashed into me again, this time with momentum, climbing up as her hands gripped my shoulders and her knee bumped against the edge of a case. I steadied her by the hips and shifted to give her space to move, keeping us balanced while she clambered over the gear and into the van fully.
My back hit a stack of amp covers as she came down on top of me, and I adjusted so we weren’t crushing anything expensive or fragile.
Her mouth found mine again without hesitation.
It was a total one-eighty from that confrontation in her booth back at Purple Rose. She’d been clear. She’d told me we were done, and had kept distance. Now she was here, in the back of a beat-up van in a retirement home parking lot, kissing the shit out of me.
Turned on was a quiet word for what was happening under my skin.
The van doors were closed, but it felt as though anyone passing would immediately know what was going on inside. The telltale rocking. Heavy breathing. I plunged my tongue deeper, drinking her in for all it was worth.
My hands slid up her sides, tracking the way her breath changed against my mouth when I did.
She pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes bright even in the dimness, and I waited to see if she regretted it.
If she’d flip a switch and call this off.
Realize how stupid we were being to do this right here, in the parking lot.
She didn’t.
Instead, she broke the kiss and raised up just enough to drag her t-shirt over her head. The pink bra was full lace, her stiff nipples peeking out between the intricate pattern. My mouth watered instantly, and I dipped my head to suck one of them in.
Sage let out a long moan, her fingers raking through my hair as she rolled her hips over my hardening cock.
The slight jerk she gave when I clamped her nipple lightly between my teeth and flicked my tongue over it made me crazy.
She pushed down, grinding harder, and I released a breath of air that sounded a lot like “Oh”, the nervousness about being out in public no longer a concern.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she admitted, tugging my shirt over my head.
“I don’t believe you.”
Sage could give me those innocent doe-eyes all she wanted. She knew exactly what she was doing.
Her skin was warm under my touch, my hands gently resting on the soft curve of her hips. She was still moving over me, still coaxing more and more blood to rush into my throbbing cock.
“You calling me a slut, Santos?” She reached down between us, and gripped my dick to stroke me through my gym shorts. Even through the fabric, her touch teased a primal groan from deep in my throat.
“No, just… sexy as fuck.” She seemed to like that, so I continued with, “Experienced. More daring than most.”
“Daring, huh?”
“Dangerous.”
“And you’re okay with that, Mr. Play-it-Safe?” One corner of her mouth tilted up in a wry smile.
I lunged forward and claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss. “Your hand’s right there. Does it feel like I’m okay with it?”
“Fuck, Aiden,” Sage whispered, and then her mouth pressed hard against mine, hot and wet and demanding.
I moaned into her, all of my withheld attraction toward her hitting me at once.
Of course I’d been feeling this way for ages, but this— I never imagined this happening.
She fumbled with the button on her jeans, undoing the zipper as she pushed her tongue deeper into my mouth. I bucked my hips hard, and her teeth clamped on my bottom lip.
Then, just as quickly as she’d been on top of me, she moved away.
“Sage?” My chest heaved with ragged breaths as I squinted for her in the low light.
“We have about twenty minutes before the others get back,” she said. Her voice came from somewhere to my right and I turned in that direction. “Can you be quiet for that long?”
Oh. God.
I nodded, tongue darting out to taste her on my lips.
She hummed her approval, and I tried not to squirm too much as she kneeled right next to me, her knees against the side of my thigh.
With a hand on my chin, she guided my head back against the wall of the van, forcing my lips to part, and she kissed me deeply, rolling her tongue over mine with relish.
I groaned loudly, and she pressed the palm of her hand on top of my thigh, squeezing my leg firmly. I straightened to push into her, kissing harder, and she let me thoroughly explore her mouth for a moment.
Just as I tried to turn toward her and pin her down, she broke from my lips and moved her kisses to my jaw, then my neck, paying particular attention to where my pulse thrummed wildly. I tilted my head away to give her more room as she sucked and pulled at the skin with the intent to bruise.
There was no resistance. I saw no shame in having her all over me, with the marks to serve as daily reminders that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
The thought of it made me shiver. In fact, everything about this unexpected turn of events had me in a chokehold. My desire for Sage had gone beyond respectful restraint, and I knew I couldn’t get out of this van without having her the way I wanted.
She pressed her flat tongue against my pulse point, soothing the area she’d just marked with her teeth, then dragged her tongue down and across the hollow of my throat. Down my bare chest, all maddeningly slowly. Stray tendrils of hair tickled as she went, that delicious mouth setting me on fire.
“Sage,” I panted, shifting my hips. My shorts were painfully tight.
“Not yet,” she told me, running her tongue over my nipple.
I made something like a small growling noise, throwing my head back against the wall again, the resulting thump echoing around us.
“Shit.”
“It's okay, we're alone out here, remember?” Sage said, both of her hands on my thighs now, bunching the soft fabric.
“I hope you’re right.” I exhaled quickly, trying to keep from pushing my hips toward her. There was a ticking clock, but I was gonna let her lead the way on this one.
“I’m always right,” she said, and pressed her thumbs into the juncture of my thighs. It was below where I’d tucked myself against my left leg, and the move forced my shorts to pull tight around my hard-on.
“Fuck,” I whined, trying not to fight her when she grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs further apart. I wanted more pressure, not less.
As if reading my mind, Sage leaned forward and squeezed my cock through my shorts. With her other hand, she trailed her nails up my stomach, causing my abs to flutter under her touch.