Chapter 19
NINETEEN
NOVA
“Why don’t you ditch your boy toy and hang out with me? I’m sure I can show you a better time.” Brandon’s suggestion repeats in my head as I retreat downstairs. I pad toward the front door I left open in my rush to catch Aiden before he locked himself in his bedroom.
What the hell am I doing at home, pouting, when I should be celebrating that Brandon came onto me? I should be with him.
I shake off the harsh thoughts.
It’s because of the doubt. I don’t have the practice, and the last thing I want to do is appear clueless. Not only that, but the kiss with Aiden was . . .
Heat crawls up my neck and burns my cheeks as I recall Aiden’s mouth moving over mine, his fingers tangled in my hair and angling my head in the way he wanted while he devoured me.
“Is your pussy needy for me, sis?”
My core spasms. He pitched his voice lower, and it was rough, like he could barely get the words out when he asked me.
I could take Aiden’s offer . . .
I brush my fingertips against my bottom lip, and I smile. He says he doesn’t kiss, but dear God, the man’s kisses are mind-drugging, and he makes it seem like he wants it as badly as I do.
He’s never acted weird like this with me before. And I don’t mean with the kiss—as much as that’s shocking. When he snuck behind me while I was processing what Brandon said, I noticed the change in him. Menace laced his words, and he purposely mispronounced Brandon’s name each time.
I should be upset with him, yet I’m not. All I can think about is how he kissed me in front of my crush and how perfect it felt. I avoided looking at Brandon because I was worried he’d see just how much Aiden affected me.
Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I shut the door and grab Aiden’s helmet. Normally he keeps it in his room, but I don’t think he wants my company right now.
I roll my lips together, chasing the feeling of his mouth on mine. My legs squeeze tight, and I slam my eyes against the dull throb in my core.
I retreat upstairs and pass Aiden’s bedroom door, then pause when I notice it cracked open. If it’s not closed all the way, then he doesn’t need privacy . . . right?
Checking the area in the hallway like I’m about to do something bad, I creep closer to his door with his helmet in hand. I can use the excuse that I’m dropping off his safety gear before ducking into my room for some alone time.
Harsh breaths fill the silence, along with the wet sounds of flesh on flesh.
My stomach flips, and I peek through the crack. My eyes widen, and I fumble his helmet. Thankfully, I catch it before it crashes against the floor.
Aiden’s back faces me as he stands in the middle of his dark room. His pants hang around his knees, baring his tanned ass and tattooed thighs. His left arm moves up and down, and his right hand covers his face, muffling his groans as he pleasures himself.
I watch, unable to look away from the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. His hips flex with his quick strokes, the muscles in his ass tightening from the movement.
In all my twenty years of life, I’ve never watched a man jack off from this viewpoint.
The camera angles in porn usually show the front or side view—never behind.
Something about this unfamiliar angle adds a more alluring and erotic element to it.
I can’t see what he’s doing, but I know he’s doing it.
As badly as I ache to watch my brother reach his climax, I don’t want to risk getting caught. Holding my breath, I inch backward and pray the old floors don’t give me away by creaking under my weight. My heart races, matching the same pace as the thumping in my clit.
The floor betrays me with a loud groan.
I freeze. My shoulders rise to my ears, and I wait for Aiden to spin around and call me out for being a perv for watching him.
He never does.
His back remains facing me, and he fucks his fist while holding his hand over his mouth.
I don’t breathe, even though my lungs are screaming for me to fill them with oxygen as I take another step backward.
Then another. I move away from his doorway and duck inside my bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind me.
Leaning against it, I suck in a ragged breath and hug his helmet against my chest.
There’s no way I can go to bed and get any sleep without taking care of this problem.
I shove away from the door and stride to my nightstand, where the bottom drawer hides my toys. I drop Aiden’s helmet onto my bed and dig into the drawer until I find the one toy I desperately need right now.
Raising the nine-inch dildo, I give it a little shake and watch it wobble from side to side.
I fish the bottle of lube out of the drawer, then glance around my room, searching for the perfect spot to slap the suction cup onto. Normally, I lie on my back on the bed and go to town with it. However, I need to feel like I’m getting fucked by a man and not just myself.
My gaze lands on the bathroom door. That should work.
I march across the room and swing the door open, listening on Aiden’s side of the second door to see if he’s stopped masturbating and is about to storm into the bathroom to clean himself of the sticky mess.
Seconds pass, and there’s mostly silence, but if I listen hard enough, I can hear his grunts and an occasional shaky whimper.
My blood burns, and every part of me is overheated. I can’t believe I’m turned on by this.
Correction: by him.
I turn to my bathroom door and purse my lips, then shift my gaze to Aiden’s bathroom door.
Ohhh. This is bad. The idea running through my head right now is toeing the line between right and wrong.
But, fuck, the thrill this thought brings is enough for me to throw all caution to the wind. He’s the reason I’m so turned on right now. In a way, we’re about to participate in mutual masturbation, even if he doesn’t realize he’s taking part.
I cross to the other side of the large bathroom, then strip out of my clothes.
Holding my breath to listen for Aiden, I ease the suction against the door.
Because I’m trying so hard not to be loud, it doesn’t latch on and plops to the ground with a solid thud.
My head whips up, and I stare at the closed door with wide eyes.
My heart thumps harder against my chest. This won’t work, and I’m not willing to try his door again.
I peer around the bathroom for a different surface, but I freeze as my gaze lands on his helmet on my bed. I grin and rush to grab the safety gear so that I can bring it into the bathroom and hear his breathy sounds while I ride his helmet.
Setting the helmet on the ground by Aiden’s door, I kneel and twist to snatch the bottle of lube I abandoned earlier.
I pop the lid open, squeeze a generous amount onto the toy—even though I’m plenty wet and don’t think I need that much—then toss the bottle aside.
I stroke the length, up and down, smearing the cold liquid until it’s covered.
I check over my shoulder as I crouch over the helmet and notch the fat tip of the dildo outside my entrance. The door is still closed, and I can barely hear Aiden’s pleasure-filled sounds over my thundering pulse and harsh breathing.
I twist forward and ease myself onto the toy until it impales me. My eyes slam shut, and I bite my bottom lip to quiet my moan as I sink lower, taking the toy deeper inside me.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
I blink open my eyes to look between my legs. It doesn’t take much to pretend Aiden is wearing the helmet attached to the toy I’m riding. The ghost of his fingers digs into my ass as he holds me steady while I find a good up-and-down pace.
“Yes.” I swallow a whimper and lean forward, planting my hands on the ground so that I can take the dick deeper inside me than the last stroke.
I shift my hips to get more comfortable. I ignore the burning in my thighs as I hold most of my weight in my legs and arms to keep from breaking Aiden’s helmet. That fear goes out the window the faster I ride the dildo, imagining it’s my brother I’m fucking like an animal and not his safety gear.
My front teeth dig into my bottom lip until copper trickles onto my tongue. Despite making myself bleed, I don’t stop. If I do, I might let out a scream, and I don’t want Aiden to catch me like this.
My eyes slam shut, and a fantasy overtakes my mind, playing like a movie behind my closed eyelids. Aiden lies beneath me. With his hands on my ass, he guides me to ride him how he likes.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” he whimpers. He clenches his teeth together. “Take it all. Every. Last. Inch.”
He thrusts his hips up, meeting my every downward stroke. Noises I never thought I’d make escape me as I lock eyes with him, finding him watching me with reverence. His pupils eat up most of his irises, and his nostrils flare every time I take all of him inside me.
It’s the same look he had when I kissed his throat. Full of inhibited desire, hunger, and dark need. That’s what I’d like to believe, anyway.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this, Nova.” Aiden pushes up onto his elbows and buries his face in my neck, then drags his tongue over a spot that makes my toes curl. “My little pink goddess, taking her brother’s cock.”
The fantasy fades at his whispered words. I grit my teeth and lean forward, pushing more of my ass out as I rock up and down on the dildo. The tip glides against a sensitive spot inside me, and I can’t stop the garbled screech that escapes me.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life. Usually it takes longer for me to reach the peak of an orgasm, but it’s taken no time to get there while thinking about Aiden. Maybe it’s because it’s forbidden. A kink that I never knew I had until now.
“Aiden,” I whimper. “Harder. Fuck me harder!”
My climax builds until I’m so close, my inner muscles spasm around the dildo.
A subtle noise freezes me mid-bounce, and I glance at the door to ensure Aiden hasn’t found me like this.
Would it be so bad? I don’t think so. I would hope not, especially after how he kissed me earlier.
But I’m alone and the doorway is empty.
Maybe I should be louder . . . just to see what will happen and what Aiden will do.
A slow smile creeps to my face, and I bounce my hips up and down to fuck myself on the dildo. I don’t mind being bad for once in my life because I’d like to know what Aiden would do if he found me like this.
Despite being nervous about it, I’m keen to find out.