Chapter 29
TWENTY-NINE
NOVA
“What do you plan to do with that?” I ask, eyeing Aiden.
“I’m not sure.” He waves his new rainbow-ombre tentacle dildo in front of him, his strides matching mine as we walk through the parking lot toward his bike. He grins as the sex toy bounces from side to side.
I don’t fight my smile, loving how easily entertained he is by a dildo. Or maybe he’s fascinated by it because he bought it in front of Brandon after the latter made a snide remark about the toys.
I’m not convinced that Aiden is being an asshole to Brandon just to make him jealous for my benefit. There’s something else beneath the surface—like there’s bad blood between them and Aiden refuses to admit it.
Or he’s jealous.
I shake my head at the tiny voice in the back of my head. There’s no way he’s jealous. He doesn’t like me like that and is only doing me a favor by helping me.
We stop beside his bike.
“So how do you plan to get us home with that thing in the way?” I say.
Aiden raises an eyebrow, flashes me a sly smirk, and slaps the dildo’s suction cup onto the seat. “Thing? You don’t need to be shy with me.”
“You knew what I meant.” I huff.
His smirk sharpens. “I don’t think I do. What thing are you talking about?”
“I’m not falling for that trap.” I snatch my helmet from the seat and lower it over my head.
He tsks and steps in front of me, removing my helmet and setting it down. “I need to braid your hair, pretty girl. What’s the rush?”
I bite the inside of my cheek and spin on my heel, giving him my back.
Aiden hugs me from behind, and I shiver at the brush of his lips against my throat as he trails chaste kisses along the column.
“You’re fucking adorable,” he murmurs, then straightens.
I squeeze my eyes shut and ignore the funny feeling in my chest. Aiden pulls the two half-up pigtails out and runs his fingers through my hair, working out the knots before sectioning it into three parts.
“Now that we’re alone and can talk, how did it go with Brandon before I showed up?”
A shiver racks through me, and I tilt my head back. I close my eyes and hum in contentment. “It went great.”
The lie sits bitter on my tongue.
Being alone with Brandon was okay. I didn’t get butterflies in my stomach like I used to whenever I talked to him. The little things he did and said rubbed me the wrong way. I tried to ignore it, hoping my thoughts were wrong and my feelings were confused because of my new relationship with Aiden.
“Great, huh? Did you flirt with him like I showed you?” He ties the end of the braid with the pink scrunchie he keeps around his wrist.
“Uh-huh.” I tried to. It didn’t land the way I wanted it to, and Brandon’s form of flirting came off stiff. When Aiden flirts with me, it flows better. Maybe it’s me. Perhaps I’m the problem.
He tugs at the end of my braid. “I have to come clean with you.”
I suck in a sharp breath. My stomach does the thing again. And my heart? It’s pounding so hard I’m afraid Aiden can hear it. “O-oh yeah? About what?”
He steps in front of me, flashing me a mischievous grin, and hands me my pink helmet. “I lied about not having plans for that dildo.”
My chest deflates, and I avert my gaze as I drag the helmet over my head. “So what are you going to do with it?”
Aiden puts on his safety gear and flips the tinted visor, the corners of his eyes crinkled from his hidden smile. “You’re gonna ride it.”
My fingers slip from the strap under my chin. I choke on a laugh and glance at the tentacle sticking into the air on the motorcycle’s seat.
“When we get home, right?”
Aiden eases my hands aside and takes over strapping the helmet in place.
“And that’s not all of it,” he coos.
“There’s more?” My nervous laughter hitches, then gets louder.
Aiden hums and tilts his head as he focuses on the straps. His silence sets my teeth on edge, and I don’t know if I can wait long enough for him to answer.
He tucks the end through the loop and raises his gaze to mine. “Have you ever played with your ass?”
My eyes widen, and I scramble backward. “I’m not taking that tentacle up the butt. Are you kidding me?”
Aiden catches me by the throat, with a husky laugh, and draws me against his chest. “It’s not going up your ass, pretty girl. My cock is.” His thumb strokes over my pounding pulse. “But I need to know if you’ve ever taken anything there.”
“You should know by now that I’ve never slept with anyone until you. I thought it was obvious,” I stammer.
His eyes darken, heat flaring in them and burning me.
“I didn’t want to assume, but knowing I’m the first man to touch you is”—his grip on my throat tightens—“so fucking dangerous.”
I raise my hand, reaching for the spot behind my ear. Aiden catches my wrist before I can scratch. “You want to do double penetration?”
“Only if you’re comfortable with it.” He lowers my arm to my side and fingers the hem of my dress. “But I need to know if you’ve ever played with your ass with those toys that you keep stashed in your nightstand by your bed.”
I don’t know how he knows where I keep my dildos. And I don’t care. Aiden snooping around my room when I’m not there excites me more than it should.
“Yes,” I breathe. “To both.”
His pupils dilate, and he groans, pleased with my answer. “That’s my girl.”
Those three words will be my undoing every time, and Aiden knows it.
He lowers himself to his knees, head tilted back and eyes on my face as he slips his hands beneath my dress.
Breath shudders out of me.
His fingers curl into the waistband of my panties, and he lowers them until they pool around my platform boots.
I lift one foot and step out of the underwear, all while holding his gaze.
He stuffs them into his pocket with a wink.
I whimper as he reaches between my legs and dips his fingers between my folds, stroking from clit to entrance and back.
“Oh, you naughty girl,” Aiden growls. “You’re soaked. You like the thought of being stuffed with two cocks?”
Technically, it’s his cock and a tentacle, but I’m not about to correct him.
“Yes.”
He eases a finger inside me and curls it to stroke a sensitive spot. My vision blurs, and I bite my bottom lip to stifle the moan in the back of my throat.
“What a good girl,” he coos. “We don’t want anyone knowing what we’re up to, now, do we?”
I think I shake my head. I don’t know. All I can focus on is how he strokes his finger in and out of me, slow and torturing. Tingles spread through my body and to my toes. The feeling builds, tightening the cord in my core as he works me closer to the edge.
Then, with a soft chuckle, he stops and stands. “Not yet, baby. Show me how well your pussy takes a tentacle.”
“You’re such a tease,” I whine.
“Not as much as you are.” He winks and swats my bottom, then guides me to his bike with his hand squeezing my ass cheek.
With his help, I throw a leg over the seat and hover over the daunting toy.
I brace my palms against the gas tank and peer up at him through my lashes, holding his stare while lowering myself onto the dildo.
Aiden inches to the side, positioning himself behind me, and lifts the hem of my dress to watch as it impales me.
“Fuck me,” he groans. “Your pussy looks so good being stretched.”
His praises are like a shot of lust straight to the veins. My eyelashes flutter, and a small moan slips out of me as every ridge and groove stretches me. The girth widens until I fear I can’t take any more.
I whimper and peer over my shoulder at him.
“Aiden,” I whine. “I don’t know if I can do it.”
His gaze shifts to my eyes, and he grabs my hip. “Keep going. There are two inches left, and I know you can take them.” He guides me down the rest of the tentacle until it’s fully seated inside me.
My breath hitches, and I drop my head forward until the bottom of the helmet touches my sternum.
Aiden drags his palm across my ass cheeks and spreads them. His fingers dig into the soft flesh. I’ve never felt so exposed in my life until now. He can see everything, and God forbid if anyone is hiding in their car, because they’ll see too.
“Now ride it,” he rasps.
I lift my head and check to make sure we’re still alone. Aiden notices and mounts the bike behind me, keeping his boots on the ground to keep the bike balanced. His hands settle on my inner thighs from behind.
“No one can see. Now fuck my bike and make a mess.” He slips his hand beneath my dress and strokes my clit.
The tension coiling in my core tightens, and any worry about being caught flies out the window. I raise my hips, then drop back down, starting with shallow thrusts that quickly turn hard and fast.
I barely hear Aiden’s rough praises, too lost in the moment as I chase my climax. As he watches the tentacle slide in and out of me, the weight of his gaze is enough to make my body heat rise by several degrees. With every stroke, I can feel myself getting wetter until I’m sliding on it with ease.
Aiden’s hand disappears from my thigh and settles between my shoulder blades. He bends me forward until I’m leaning against the tank and grinding onto the tentacle.
I peek at him and watch as he pulls out the bottle of lube he bought with the toy. He pops the cap open, then squirts the cold liquid onto my back hole. His darkened gaze rises to mine and holds as he teases the ring of muscles with a finger before sinking into me.
“Such a tight fit,” he says through clenched teeth. “But I know you can take more.”
The pressure on my insides deepens when he adds a second finger. My inner walls clench, earning a hissing breath from Aiden.
“Relax, pretty girl. You’re doing so good for me.”
I breathe through the uncomfortable feeling and force my muscles to unclench. Aiden tests my reaction by thrusting his fingers, then holding still. I rock back into him, needing more—needing him.
“I need you,” I whine.
“And you have me. I’m yours,” he growls.