Chapter Thirty-Four
THIRTY-FOUR
Micah
I take the wild gaze in Aidan’s eyes, the rawness and intensity as clear as the crystal-blue color.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
He nods without even blinking.
My heart is thudding and my skin is hot.
I listened to Aidan while he poured his heart out to me. I could tell how difficult it was for him to see his dad. I could tell he was struggling to process it all.
I wasn’t expecting him to spill his feelings to me. I was happy to give him the space he needed while he worked it all out in his head. But then he opened up to me. And that felt so special.
He admitted that he hasn’t talked about his dad a lot. That it’s too overwhelming, too painful. So the fact that he chose me to share that with means the world.
That ache in my chest intensifies. I let the feeling settle and wash over me.
This thing with Aidan doesn’t feel like some casual thing anymore. It feels deeper, more meaningful.
I cup his face in my hands and kiss him. Up to this point, our kisses have been rabid and filthy. But this kiss is slower. Achingly slower. I can feel everything in this kiss. His heart, his emotions, his pain…
He hums against my mouth, and my stomach flips. We break the kiss, and I grab his hand and stand up.
“Take me to your bedroom.”
Aidan leads me through the living room of his Craftsman-style home and down the hall to a bedroom at the far end. He flips on the light and walks over to the king-size bed in the middle.
I stop to kiss him in the same slow and teasing rhythm as before. I run my hands all over his chest, savoring all the hard muscle under his crisp dress shirt. I unbutton it and push the fabric off his shoulders. He untucks my blouse and pulls it over my head. A second later, his pants and my skirt are on the floor.
I skim my fingertips along the waistband of his boxer briefs. “What do you want from me right now, Aidan?”
He cups my cheek in his hand, then a second later gently runs his thumb along my lips. “Your mouth.”
My pussy aches at the roughness in his voice. I bite my lip. “You want my mouth on your cock?”
The side of his jaw bulges as he exhales. “Yes.”
“Do you want to fuck my mouth? And my throat?”
His eyes widen, and the corner of his mouth lifts. “Fuck, yes.”
I’m giddy and turned on all at once. I start to move to the bed, but Aidan stops me with a hand on my waist. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck that sweet little mouth. But I need to make you come first.”
As if on cue, my pussy aches and my inner thigh muscles twitch. Just hearing the need in Aidan’s voice, how badly he wants to make me come has me soaking my panties.
With his hands on my hips, he turns me and backs me up to the edge of his bed. He reaches behind me and unhooks my bra, then tosses it aside before dropping to his knees and sliding down my panties.
I sit down on the edge of the bed. Aidan moves closer to me, rests his palms on my legs, and gently coaxes them open. He leans his face down and presses a trail of soft kisses up my inner thigh. Goose bumps break out across my entire body. My clit pulses, and my eyes roll back. God, he’s so sweet and sexy with the way he kisses me. When his mouth makes it all the way up, instead of kissing my pussy, he moves his mouth to my other thigh and dusts a trail of light kisses there too.
My head falls back as I let out a shaky breath as he takes his time with me.
I glance down right as he runs his thumb gently along my soaking-wet slit. Pleasure throbs in my clit and pussy, and I gasp. And then he plants his massive hand on my stomach and gently pushes me to lie back onto the bed.
The second my body hits the mattress, he runs his tongue up my pussy. Pleasure pulses through me, pooling between my legs and up my abdomen and chest.
“Aidan…god, how are you always this good with your mouth?”
He groans as he works his tongue in slow circles. My eyes roll back, and I fist the sheets on his bed, whimpering.
He eases back and kisses the inside of my thigh.
“Fuck, Micah. I can’t take it when you make that sound.”
Aidan moves his mouth back to my pussy. He flicks his tongue against my clit. The pleasure amps up with each passing second.
When he pulls his mouth away again, I whine. I glance up and see that smug, sexy-as-hell smile on his face.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this to you in my bed?” He slides his index and middle fingers into his mouth, wetting them. Then he slides them into my pussy. I gasp and my eyelids flutter at the sensation of being filled up with his thick, strong fingers. Just like before, he pumps them in and out, slowly at first.
“Oh god…” I whimper. My entire body is trembling, pulsing, aching…
When he lowers his face back down between my legs and starts tonguing my clit again, I scream. His tongue and his fingers working in tandem is too much. I’m overloaded with pleasure. My brain can’t form a single coherent thought and my entire body is on the verge of exploding.
Aidan pumps his fingers faster and harder. I’m shouting so loud, my throat is sore.
“Are you close, baby?” he asks. He swipes his tongue along my clit.
“Yes.”
“Good. Say my name when you come.”
His growled words shove me to the edge. And then he swirls his tongue on my clit. Orgasm thunders through me. I thrash against the bed as Aidan works me over with his mouth and fingers. I’ve lost all control of my body. My limbs are spasming, my back arches off the mattress, and my eyes roll back.
I scream his name so loud, my ears ring. I don’t know how long I come, but it feels like minutes. When I finally start to come down, I look at him. He locks eyes with me as he slips his fingers in his mouth, licking my wetness.
“Mmm,” he groans as the corner of his mouth quirks up. “You taste so fucking good, baby.”
I shiver at the raw want in his voice, at just how much I turn him on, at the way he calls me baby.
I’ve never really liked that pet name when guys have tried to use it on me before. But I like it when Aidan says it. I like that he only says it when we’re fooling around, when he sheds his hot-nerd-professor image and unleashes his filthy side.
He climbs onto the bed and pulls me against him. He kisses my forehead, and I hum as I cuddle into his chest. We stay like that for a minute, and then I reach down, gently gripping his hard cock in my hand. A strangled noise rips from his throat.
My mouth waters. I’m aching to take my turn with him now. I’m aching to see him come undone.
I glance up at him, eyeing his dick. “You have a gorgeous cock.”
His cheeks flush pink. My chest tingles at how bashful he looks at being complimented.
“Thank you. And you have a gorgeous everything.” He leans down and captures my nipple in his mouth. He swipes and swirls his tongue around the hard nub. I run my fingers through his hair, moaning at how good it feels. He moves to my other nipple and works it in his mouth until I’m trembling and gasping. And then he straightens back up, the look on his face hungry. Like he’s just getting started.
“Are you ready to throat fuck me?” I ask in a sweet voice.
A wicked smile tugs at his lips. He kisses me, then slides off the bed. I maneuver myself so my head is hanging off the edge.
I look up. He’s upside down in my view. He smiles down at me and grips his rock-hard cock in his hand. “Open that pretty mouth for me, baby.”
He moves closer, the head of his dick hovering over my lips. “Will you touch yourself with my cock in your mouth?”
I grin and nod. “Would that turn you o—”
He pushes his cock into my mouth, cutting me off. I close my eyes and moan around his dick. So thick and so hard and so, so good.
Aidan stills for a few seconds. I can feel him shudder. Above me, he lets out a rough groan. God. He sounds downright feral. That tingling feeling intensifies. I love knowing that just a few seconds of using my mouth on him is enough to drive him wild.
He slides deeper into my mouth. I relax my throat and jaw, letting him go even farther.
His breathing picks up. I watch as his eyelids flutter. He runs his tongue along his bottom lip.
“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice rough and raw, on the verge of pleading.
I nod slightly and hum, “Mmm-hmm.”
His throat works as he swallows. The side of his jaw bulges as he bites down.
“Jesus Christ, Micah…”
His gaze slides to between my legs. “Now, be a good girl and play with your pussy for me.”