Chapter 11 #2
“See something you like?” Aaiden asks as he angles his cock upward so I can see how deep he’d be inside of me.
“Yes,” I say, my own dick throbbing in response, curving up toward my stomach, neglected since I moved from my previous position.
“Touch yourself,” Aaiden instructs, stoking his own length. “Match my pace.”
His hand glides from base to tip, his grip firm but unhurried. The movement hypnotizes me, his foreskin sliding over the swollen head before retreating, revealing the glistening tip again and again. Pre-cum wells with each upstroke, making his cock shiny in the dim morning light.
I mimic his movements, wrapping my fingers around my shaft and stroking at the same slow tempo. Pleasure sparks through my groin, building with each pass of my fist. My focus remains locked on his cock, fascinated by the contrast of his large, tanned hand wrapped around the hard length.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his breathing growing heavier. “Just like that.”
My hips rise from his thighs, following the upswing of his fist, shuttling over his cock, and I sink back down, imagining my ass taking him in deep. A shiver goes through me, slick trickling down my thighs.
“Touch me,” I beg, needing the contact.
His free hand finds my thigh, resting there with gentle weight. The contact anchors me, keeping me present in this moment rather than letting my mind slip to darker memories. This is Aaiden filling me with this want. This is my choice, my desire, my Alpha.
Our breathing synchronizes, growing faster as our hands move in tandem. His grip shifts to under my thigh, taking over the rise and fall of my hips as he matches the motion, thrusting up into his hand, the muscles in his abdomen flex and ripple, and it feels like he’s fucking me.
The room fills with our combined arousal and pheromones, intoxicating my senses. My lashes flutter, darkness flickering across my vision.
“Look at me,” he Commands, and my head jerks up.
His lips part with each breath, and a flush spreads across his cheekbones and down his chest. Even in pleasure, he maintains his composure, each stroke measured, each breath controlled.
I want to shatter that control. I want to see him come apart the way I do.
I twist my wrist on the upstroke, adding pressure below the head where I’m most sensitive. The sensation tears a moan from me, loud in the quiet room. Aaiden’s nostrils flare, drinking in my reaction.
“Faster,” I demand.
A dangerous smile curves his lips, but he complies, his pace increasing to match my rising need. The sound of flesh on flesh fills the air between us, punctuated by our ragged breathing.
Heat gathers at the base of my spine, tightening my balls and sending sparks through my limbs. Each stroke brings me closer to the edge, pleasure building in waves that grow higher and higher.
“Aaiden,” I gasp, hips jerking. “I’m close.”
His hand squeezes my thigh. “Ask.”
The single word sends a fresh surge of need through me. “Can I come? Please?”
His eyes darken further, pupils swallowing the green. “Yes. On my cock.”
With a needy whine, I point my dick downward, my crown almost touching him as I continue stroking, my rhythm faltering as my pleasure crests.
“Now,” Aaiden Commands, and I come apart.
My release pulses from me in hot spurts that land on his shaft and fingers, and the sight of my cum painting his cock sends another wave of pleasure crashing through me, wringing a broken sound from my throat. My body shakes with the force of it, thighs trembling around his.
Aaiden never takes his eyes off me as he uses my release to slick his own cock. His hand moves faster now, spreading my cum along his length. The wet sounds grow louder, obscene and perfect in the morning quiet.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his breathing ragged. “So perfect for me.”
His praise washes over me like physical touch, warming me from within. I watch, entranced, as his control slips. His jaw tightens, the tendons in his neck standing out as his hips lift off the bed. His hand blurs over his length, chasing his own pleasure.
When he comes, it’s with a deep, rumbling growl that vibrates through me. His release mixes with mine, coating his hand and cock in thick pulses. His satisfaction fills the air, marking this space, marking me.
Before he can stop me, I grab his wrist, bringing his cum-covered hand to my mouth. My tongue darts out, tasting our combined release, moaning at the flavor of salt and musk. I lock eyes with him as I lick his palm clean, savoring this new connection between us.
An approving rumble builds in Aaiden’s chest, and his clean hand cups the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair, holding me there as my tongue traces the lines of his palm.
When his hand is clean, I release his wrist, suddenly uncertain. Have I gone too far? Pushed a boundary we weren’t ready to cross?
But Aaiden’s eyes hold only heat, with no hint of regret or disgust. He pulls me down until I lie on his chest again, our cooling bodies pressed together with no space between us.
“Good job.” His mouth brushes my temple, the praise settling into my bones, and I pray this isn’t a onetime concession.
Pray Aaiden won’t reject me again after this.
Out of everything I’ve survived, that is the one thing I can’t live through again.