Chapter 14 #2
The command sends fresh heat coursing through me. My fingers tremble as I reach for his belt, fumbling with the buckle until it comes free. The button and zipper of his pants follow, and I push my hand inside, beneath the waistband of his boxers, until my fingers wrap around hot, hard flesh.
Aaiden hisses at the contact, his cock jumping in my grip. He’s massive, thicker than my fingers can encircle, the skin velvet-smooth over steel hardness. The head weeps pre-come, and I use it to slick my palm as I stroke, learning the weight and texture of him.
With his free hand, Aaiden explores my chest, fingers trailing over my collarbone, down the center of my sternum, circling one nipple before moving to the other. The touch sends heat radiating outward, and my nipples harden into tight buds beneath his attention.
“So responsive,” he murmurs, his thumb flicking over a sensitive peak.
I arch into his touch, nearly undone by the simple contact. Everything is amplified, each brush of his fingers leaving trails of fire on my skin. The fever that’s been building ratchets higher, turning my blood to molten lava.
Aaiden shifts beneath me, scooting lower in the chair, and brings his muscled thigh up between my legs, rubbing my entrance. The new position also gives him better access to stroke my dick, his grip tightening enough to make my vision blur with pleasure.
I whimper, hips rocking back on his thigh. The friction sends jolts of need through me, so intense I struggle to breathe.
“What do you need?” Aaiden asks in a deep rumble felt more than heard.
“More,” I pant, grinding on his thigh in shameless circles, seeking relief for the empty ache inside me. “Please, Aaiden.”
His nostrils flare as he drinks in my scent. “Tell me what you want.”
I moan, abandoning any pretense of dignity as I rock between the twin pleasures of his hand on my dick and his thigh against my ass.
Slick slides from my entrance, easing the friction as I move.
The robe has fallen all the way open now, leaving me naked and desperate in his lap, while he remains clothed, controlled despite the hunger in his eyes.
Aaiden’s hand travels up my inner thigh, and my muscles quiver beneath his touch. “Tell me where else you want me to touch you.”
Words fail me, so I grab his wrist and guide his hand behind me, between the globes of my ass to my slick entrance. His fingers brush the sensitive rim, and a broken, desperate sound escapes.
“Here?” His fingers circle the puckered flesh, gathering my slick. “You want me here?”
“Please,” I moan.
He applies the slightest pressure, testing the give of muscle. “Show me how you like it.”
I blink at him, not comprehending at first. “Show you?”
“Yes.” His eyes hold mine, unwavering. “Last night, you didn’t want to touch back here. So show me how you want it now.”
The fever burning through me overrides any hesitation, and I reach behind myself, keeping my other hand wrapped around his cock. My fingers brush his as I find my swollen entrance and press one finger inside, gasping at the immediate relief it brings.
The intrusion is nowhere near enough to satisfy the growing ache, but it’s a start. I add another finger, working them in and out in shallow thrusts.
Aaiden catalogs every flicker of reaction, every catch in my breath. His fingers remain right there, bracketing my slick digits as they slide in and out of my body.
“Deeper,” he instructs.
I push my fingers deeper, but the angle is awkward, my wrist bent uncomfortably. I can’t quite reach the spot that needs attention most, can’t fill myself the way I need. A whimper of frustration builds in my chest.
“I can’t,” I pant.
Aaiden’s fingers join mine, slippery and thick as they massage my entrance. “Want me to help?”
“Yes,” I whimper, withdrawing my own fingers to give him access. His first finger slides in with ease, the muscle offering no resistance, and the sensation steals my breath.
“More,” I beg, rocking back onto his hand.
He adds a second finger alongside the first, stretching me further. The burn fades fast, replaced by pleasure that radiates from my core. My entire body is wired to respond to his touch, every nerve ending alive and singing.
“Like this?” he asks, curling his fingers upward in a come-hither motion that paints stars across my vision.
“Yes,” I moan. “Right there.”
My hand tightens around his cock, stroking him with renewed vigor as he works his fingers inside me.
His grip on my dick never falters, his thumb circling the sensitive head in time with the thrust of his fingers.
The circuit closes, his fingers stretching me open, his palm wrapped around my length, my hand working him, and pleasure arcs between us like electricity, shorting out my thoughts.
I ride his fingers without shame, hips bucking between the twin points of contact. Our arousal fills the air, heady and thick. My skin burns everywhere we touch, and where we don’t. I need more. Need everything.
“Another,” I gasp.
Aaiden complies, adding a third finger, stretching me to the edge of discomfort before pleasure overtakes it. His reach goes deeper than mine, longer, reaching places inside me that send electric pulses through every nerve of my body.
Sweat breaks out across my skin, dampening the hair at my temples. My movements grow erratic, desperate, as pressure builds at the base of my spine.
“Aaiden.” I pant his name, a plea for something I can’t articulate.
His fingers twist inside me, finding the bundle of nerves that white out my vision. As he massages it, his other hand works my dick.
“Come for me,” he Commands, and the words roll over me.
The orgasm crashes through me before I can prepare, my back arching, muscles locking as waves of pleasure tear through me. My dick pulses in his grip, painting his chest and mine with stripes of white.
But the relief I expect doesn’t come. The orgasm peaks and fades, leaving behind the same burning need, the same desperate emptiness. If anything, the ache deepens, my entrance clenching around his fingers, wanting more.
“Oh, God, I think I’m in Heat,” I gasp, finally recognizing the signs.
Aaiden’s lips curve into a smile, unexpected humor lighting his eyes. “Are you only just now realizing?”
I blink at him, confusion cutting through the fog of desire. “What?”
“Jade,” he murmurs, his fingers continuing their maddening movement inside me. “You’ve been in Heat since the storage facility.”
Fear spikes through the pleasure, and I clutch his shoulders. “Please don’t send me away. Please, Aaiden. I don’t want to be alone—”
“Ssh.” He cups the back of my head. “The only way I’m leaving is if you tell me to go.”
The simple statement unravels the last of my control, and tears blur my vision. “I can stay?”
“You can stay.” His thumb strokes over my cheekbone. “I’ll take care of you.”
I wrap my arms around his neck. “Then carry me to bed.”