Chapter 24
My nose slides down, nuzzling into the warm V of Aaiden’s torso before I murmur at his hipbone, “I’ve missed your scent.”
His muscles coil beneath me, the leather cuffs biting into his wrists as he strains toward me. I follow the dark trail of hair upward, inhaling the heady Alpha pheromones that send my head spinning.
I stay perched over his waist, our clothes still between us but doing little to dull the heat. His chest rises in quick, shallow bursts as my hands map the contours of his pecs. Beneath my palm, his heart hammers, each beat echoing in my own veins.
“You like this,” I state, not asking. “Being at my mercy.”
A growl rises from his throat. “You’re enjoying yourself. That’s all that matters.”
I flatten my palm over his sternum. “No deflection. I asked if you liked it.”
His green eyes lock onto mine. “Actually, you didn’t ask, but, yes, I like it. Watching you take what you want is driving me wild.”
A sense of power floods me, blood roaring in my ears as I lean in, sniffing along the side of his neck. Sweat slicks his skin, tasting of salt and dominance. I drag my tongue from his collarbone to the hollow beneath his jaw, stubble rasping across my lips.
At the pulse point under his ear, I pause to breathe in his intoxicating scent, and my mouth waters, my dick straining in my jeans.
“You’re killing me, Jade.” He bucks his hips up. “Please.”
I tweak one of his small, brown nipples. “Please, what? I’m the one in control here.”
He tugs at the restraints, biceps flexing, and the headboard groans under the pressure. “You’re a fucking menace.”
I grin down at him. “And you love every second.”
To prove it, I let my lips travel back down his torso, stopping to swirl my tongue around one taut nipple, then the other. Aaiden’s breath hitches, his spine arching as I explore him.
“That’s it,” I coax, inching lower. “Let me hear you.”
I pause at the intricate tattoo on his side to trace each line with the tip of my tongue. His muscles bunch, creating grooves and valleys that I map with my mouth.
As I reach his happy trail again, I pop the button of his slacks and drag the zipper down tooth by metal tooth. I keep my attention locked on Aaiden, drinking in how his pupils dilate when my knuckles brush his straining erection.
His cock strains to escape his boxer briefs, already hard and a dark spot growing on the fabric. I wrap my hand around him through the material, feeling his thickness, the prominent vein along the underside, and the slight curve that I know from experience hits just right inside me.
“Jade,” he warns, dropping an octave. “If you don’t—”
I silence him by yanking his boxers down and swallowing his thick cock in one hungry motion. The heavy weight of him fills my mouth, so different from the silicone toys I’ve practiced on, hotter and alive and pulsing on my tongue.
Aaiden’s hips buck, a deep groan tearing from his throat as my lips stretch around his swollen shaft. I hollow my cheeks, working my tongue along the throbbing vein on the underside from root to crown before pulling back to lap at his slit.
The bitter tang of his pre-cum hits my tongue, my first real taste of anyone’s cum except my own, and a hungry whine escapes me.
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me,” he gasps, the restraints pulling taut as he fights the instinct to grab my hair, to control the pace. “Who taught you how to do this?”
I pull off with a wet pop and smirk up at him. “You’re not the only one Caleb gave toys to. I’ve been practicing for years.”
A feral growl tears from him. “I’ll fucking kill him.”
“So scary,” I tease before taking him back into my mouth.
He hits the back of my throat, and I ease him deeper, one hand wrapping around what won’t fit. He floods my senses, bitter and musky and perfect. His thighs tense beneath me, quads flexing while he struggles not to fuck my throat raw, suddenly desperate to erase any other influence with his claim.
I moan around his length, working his shaft in tandem with my mouth as I bob up and down. Each time I take him deep, his breath catches. Each time I lift off to focus on the sensitive, swollen head, his hips try to follow, desperate to breed my willing mouth.
When I peek up through my lashes, his focus is locked on the sight of his cock disappearing between my lips. Hunger and restraint war across his face, his jaw clenched so tight I’m surprised his teeth don’t crack as he fights his instinct to claim.
I release him for a moment, a strand of saliva connecting my lower lip to his glistening head, and murmur, “I’ve had so many fantasies about doing this.”
His answering growl raises goose bumps all over my body as I swallow him down again, taking him deeper than before. My nose brushes the trimmed hair at his base, my throat stretching around his impressive girth. I gag a little, but push through it, determined to prove myself.
His breathing grows ragged, thighs tensing beneath me as he approaches his peak. His cock pulsing on my tongue and the tension building in his abdomen tell me he’s close.
“Jade,” he says, strained. “Turn around. Let me eat your ass while you suck me.”
I let him pop free of my mouth. “Not yet.”
“Please.” His hips roll up, seeking more friction. “I need to touch you.”
My dick throbs at the plea in his voice, but I’m not ready to relinquish control. Not when I’m finally getting everything I’ve wanted for so long.
“Next time,” I promise, taking him back into my mouth with renewed enthusiasm.
His groan turns into a string of filthy curses as I set a punishing pace, one hand reaching beneath to cup his heavy balls. I roll them between my fingers as I work his length with my mouth, my tongue tracing the prominent veins.
The wooden headboard creaks as Aaiden fights the restraints, his powerful body tense with the effort of holding back. A drop of sweat rolls down his temple, and I track its path as I continue to suck his cock.
“I’m close,” he warns, tight with restraint. “Jade, I’m going to breed that fucking mouth—”
I take him balls-deep, my throat stretching around the fat head of his cock as I swallow around him.
His hips buck, driving him deeper as his release hits, hot cum shooting down my throat in thick pulses.
I swallow every drop, not stopping until he’s spent and trembling beneath me with the force of his orgasm.
Only then do I pull back, licking the last drops of his cum from my lips as I meet his dazed eyes.
“How’s that for a homecoming?” I ask, unable to stifle a cocky smirk.
“Come here,” he demands, jerking his chin up and licking his lips.
“Think I’ll head out, actually.” I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “I’ll tell the staff to come untie you after I’m gone.”
I’m only teasing, but the shift in Aaiden is immediate as his muscles bunch, and he yanks on the restraints with renewed purpose. The wood splinters with a loud crack.
I yelp as Aaiden wrenches his right hand free, the leather cuff still dangling from his wrist as the splintered headboard gives way.
Shock freezes me in place at the display of strength before self-preservation kicks in, and I scramble backward across the bed with a surprised laugh, putting distance between us as fast as I can.
“Now, Aaiden—”
“Not so fast.” He lunges forward, grabbing my ankle in one massive hand.
He yanks, and I fall backward, my ass sliding across the sheets toward him. I twist as I move, trying to break his grip, but he’s too fucking strong. My momentum carries us both sideways, and we roll across the width of the massive bed, his hard cock dragging along my thigh.
The scent of his arousal floods my senses, and my ass clenches with need.
We’re not fighting, not really. It’s more like foreplay, each touch electric.
I twist out of one hold only to find myself caught in another, my aching dick trapped between our bodies as I test how far I can push him before he pins me down and breeds me.
“You’re going to pay for that,” Aaiden threatens, but there’s laughter behind the words.
“Promises, promises,” I taunt, wedging my forearm under his chin to put space between us.
He counters by flipping our positions, pinning me beneath him with his weight while being careful to keep most of his mass off me, even as he holds me down.
“Brat,” he says, leaning down to nip at my earlobe.
I buck my hips, trying to dislodge him, and he bears his massive weight down on top of me. His breath comes in hot pants at my neck, his cock rock-hard along my thigh. I wiggle beneath him as the telltale wetness of slick at my entrance.
Another twist, another flip, and I gain the upper hand, straddling his waist with my hands braced on his muscled chest. His green eyes gleam with approval as he lets me have this small victory, his cock throbbing between my thighs.
“I win,” I announce, shifting to get more comfortable.
“Not yet, you don’t.” His hands move to my waist, fingers digging in hard enough to draw a needy moan from me.
He rolls us again, and this time when we stop, I land on my stomach with Aaiden’s weight driving me into the mattress. One of his hands pins both of mine at the small of my back, while the other works at the waistband of my borrowed uniform pants.
“Let’s get these off you,” he says, his voice dropping to a register that melts my insides.
My breath catches as he drags the pants off, exposing me to the cool air of the bedroom. But the position, face down and restrained, sends a jolt of panic through my system.
My body goes rigid, muscles tensing.
No.
Aaiden senses the change and releases me, giving me room to twist onto my back.
His playfulness transforms into concern, and he gives me space. “What do you need?”
The panic recedes as fast as it came, replaced by a rush of warmth for this man.
“Get back down here.” I wrap my arms around him. “And pull my hair. I want it rough.”