Chapter Seventeen
SEVENTEEN
Aidan
A second later, I sink to my knees and push her skirt up. Her breath catches as she gazes down at me, a drunken haze in her eyes.
“Is this what you want? My mouth on your pussy?”
Her mouth falls open, like she’s surprised at what I’ve said. She nods.
I shake my head. “I want to hear you say it.”
She lets out a shaky breath. “I want your mouth on my pussy.”
I grin up at her, then lower my gaze. I groan when I see how wet her panties are.
“All this for me?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
I growl at the need in her voice. Then I bury my face between her thighs. “Fuck, baby. You’re soaked.”
She inhales sharply above me.
I flick my tongue along the crotch of her panties. Her inner thigh muscles twitch against my face.
I drag my tongue up and down her slit roughly. My dick is throbbing in my pants. Jesus. Just a few seconds of licking her outside of her panties has me hard as steel, ready to blow. I need to pace myself.
Above me, Micah’s breaths grow desperate and ragged. After a minute of rough teasing, I lean back and look up at her. Those beautiful brown eyes are dazed and drunk. Her chest is bright red and heaving with each breath she takes.
For a second all I can do is stand there and look at her. She looks so undone and so fucking beautiful.
My breath comes out in a slow hiss. “Put your back against the wall,” I growl.
Her eyebrows lift slightly at my command. But then there’s a flash in her eyes. The corner of her mouth lifts. Well, then. I think she likes it when I’m a little bossy.
She backs up to the nearby wall, and I follow. I reach up and slowly pull her panties down her mile-long legs.
I glance down at the wetness of the fabric, my dick getting harder by the second at seeing just how turned on Micah is—how turned on she is by me.
I glance up and smirk at her. “So fucking wet.”
She bites back a grin, her full cheeks flushed. She nods.
I run my thumb along the fabric. “For me.”
Her mouth parts open. “Yeah.”
My dick swells right along with my head. Micah hates me, but she loves my mouth on her pussy. She loves how good I make her feel.
I rest my palms on her thighs and slowly glide up. My gaze still locked with hers, I lean my face into her pussy. And then I lick.
Her eyes roll and her head falls back. “Oh my god…”
I run my tongue along her soaking-wet slick, groaning at how drenched she is, how sweet she tastes. She tugs a hand through my hair, and I grunt at the flash of pain.
Fuck, I love it when a woman pulls my hair when I go down on her. It means she likes what I’m doing. It means my tongue is making her feel really fucking good.
I run my tongue gently over Micah’s swollen clit. She gasps; her inner thigh muscles tense. She pulls my hair even tighter.
I take that as my cue to keep going. I swirl my tongue softly over her clit, keeping a steady rhythm.
“Aidan…”
I smile against her pussy. My dick throbs at the satisfaction of hearing her finally say my name.
After a minute, she lifts her right leg and rests it on my shoulder, giving me more access. With my tongue still working her clit, I slide a finger into her pussy. She mutters a breathy curse, her leg buckling over me. But I straighten my back, holding her up with the help of the wall.
Her breathing quickens. It’s not even a minute before she’s panting. She tugs her fingers through my hair harder. I look up at her and see that flash of panic in her eyes.
She’s close.
I lean back but keep my fingers inside of her pussy, pumping hard. I look her in the eye. “Say my name again,” I command.
She runs her tongue along the seam of her lips.
“Aidan.” She moans it. Pleasure rushes through my dick. Fuck, I like the sound of that.
“Do you want me to make you come, Micah?” I know the answer, but I want to hear her say it.
She nods. I shake my head and stop moving my fingers.
“Not until you say it,” I growl.
Her chest rises with the breath she takes, and she blinks quickly, like she’s frustrated. “Make me come, Aidan. Please.”
My knees buckle. I can barely take this, watching this tough and put-together woman come undone for me.
“I need your tongue,” she whines. “Will you please give it to me?”
My cock is on the verge of ripping through my pants. I’m gonna lose it, hearing Micah begging for my tongue, begging for me to make her come.
I move my face back between her thighs and flick my tongue over her clit while I pump my fingers inside of her once more.
Thirty seconds later she comes. Above me, I hear muffled screams and moans. Her legs wobble around me. I wrap my free hand around her thigh, holding her steady between me and the wall.
She unravels for what feels like a minute. I groan into her perfect pussy, pleased at how she has to cover her own mouth to keep from screaming too loud because that’s how hard I’m making her come.
When her movements begin to ease, I back off. I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh before I look up at her.
Those burnt-umber eyes are wide as saucers as she peers down at me, like she can’t believe that happened.
I stand up and stare at her. A pink-red flush paints her tan skin, her hair is a mess, she’s soaked from her pussy all the way to her thighs, and she’s never looked so beautiful.
My heart thrashes in my chest as she grips my chin in her hand, kissing me until I’m gasping for air.
And then she looks me dead in the eye and says, “I need to suck your cock.”