Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
We rushed toward Aiden’s apartment, stopping every so often to kiss at crosswalks. He fumbled, trying to get his key in the door, then whipped it open, guided us through, and pushed me back against it, lifting me so my legs would wrap around his waist.
“I just can’t wait,” Aiden muttered, planting open mouthed kisses under my jaw. “I should just take you right here in the entryway.”
“I don’t care.” I grabbed his face, guiding his lips back to mine. His tongue slid against mine as I moaned.
“I’ve thought of you so much like this,” he whispered in my ear. His voice was so low and intoxicating, I lost myself in the hoarseness of it. “Wrapped around me, moving against me. Whimpering like you just can’t get enough.”
“I can’t ,” I gasped. He tugged on my earlobe with his teeth. I barely recognized the sounds coming out of my mouth as my hips moved against his hardness, craving more friction. With my legs still wrapped around him, Aiden carried me up to the second floor of his apartment. He nudged his bedroom door open, then dropped me onto the center of the bed, standing at the foot. His eyes were dark with desire, and I could make out the length of him through his jeans. I looked up at Aiden, who was becoming my Aiden with every second. He unbuckled his belt with one hand, tossing it to the side.
“Ever since I saw you in that dress, I’ve been thinking about how I would get it off you. But now I think I want you to take it off for me.” He planted a knee on the bed, right between my legs, leaning over me. His finger ran under the neckline, dangerously close to my breast. He placed a tender kiss on my shoulder and said, “Can you do that for me, baby?”
I nodded. With nervous, shaky fingers, I pulled the dress over my head in a quick motion, leaving me only in a red thong and black bra.
“I wore red, too,” I whispered.
He smiled, his hands running up my sides, and although they were rough, he touched my skin so reverently and gently, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
“You’re more perfect than I ever could’ve imagined, Rosie,” he murmured against my lips. “And I’ve thought about you a lot . I can’t take it some days. You wore a tight pink sundress last year during workshop, and I was hard all class.”
I clutched at his back as he ground his hips against me, his mouth taking mine again. Pleasure sparked behind my eyes, and I had to bite my lip to keep all my embarrassing moans in.
Aiden noticed and narrowed his eyes at me, stopping his movements. He pulled my bottom lip away from my teeth with his thumb and said, “None of that. I want to hear you, Rosie. I want to hear the moans I’m earning.”
My breath caught, my eyes screwed shut in pleasure from his words. My hands traveled down his back, but I was frustrated with the fabric. “Aiden.” I sighed. “I want to feel you, too.”
I pushed him off me slightly, creating enough space between us for me to start pulling off his shirt, though my trembling fingers were making me clumsy. “I’m sorry, I’m trying—”
He pulled back and held my hands in his, steadying them. He tried to catch my eye, but I wouldn’t look up from his shirt. “Rosie, you’re shaking.”
He sat up fully. I moved with him, my fingers still gripping his shirt. “It’s fine, just help me with your—”
“Rosie, it’s not okay. Hey.” He grabbed my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to tonight. I want you only if you want me, and I’m not going to be disappointed if you decide you want to stop.” I looked away from him, my cheeks flushing. “If you want to stop here, that’s fine. We can go downstairs and put on some Nora Ephron movie and make popcorn or do whatever you want. Whatever you want, Rosie.”
“No, I want to,” I said honestly.
“Let me in there.” He tapped on my head delicately. “What’s going on?”
“I’m just nervous. I’ve—” I broke off, not able to meet his eyes. “I’ve got no moves. None. I’ve always been so self-conscious during sex that I forget to enjoy it, and then I make the guy feel bad when I can’t come and so it becomes this whole thing and—”
“Hold up,” he said, disbelief stretching across his face. “Has a guy not made you come before?”
“No.” I paused. “But it’s fine! I’ve just accepted that I’m one of those women who can’t—”
He cut me off. “Rosie, if we do this, and we still don’t have to, we don’t stop until you come.” Aiden’s voice was at an intoxicatingly low level, his gaze intent on mine. “It’s no good unless it’s good for both of us.”
Nerves and excitement spread throughout my body. “But what if I can’t?”
Aiden gently took my face between both of his hands and said, “Then I don’t stop. I’ve got nowhere to be. I’m here and you can trust that I’m going to do this for you. But, Rosie, I’m serious if you don’t want to—”
I cut him off with a kiss, trying to prove to him that I was exactly where I wanted to be. “I want to, Aiden.”
With steadier hands, I grabbed his shirt again and tugged it over his head. I had never seen Aiden without a shirt before. He was toned and muscular, hair dusting his chest. I couldn’t stop running my hands over his shoulders, feeling the hardness beneath my fingertips.
He nodded toward the bed and said, “Lay down for me?”
Once I did, he pulled me to the edge of the bed, kneeling between my legs. He ran his hands up and down my thighs, warming me in the process. He met my eyes and said, “If you say stop tonight, Rosie, at any point, we stop. Doesn’t matter what we’re doing or how close one of us is to finishing, we stop.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
His lips quirked to the side as he ran a finger along the seam of my laced panties. “I have a feeling you won’t want to, though.”
Then his mouth was on me. He was kissing me through the fabric, but I was sensitive enough that my hips jerked up. He continued to scatter kisses along me, running his tongue through my center and along the seams until I was heaving.
“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he rasped against me. “I have to taste you. I can’t wait any longer.”
Baby. It roared in my ears. Aiden was pulling my panties off, distractedly stuffing them in his back pocket, but all I could think was that he’d called me baby. A new wave of desire flooded through me as I released a moan as the feel of his tongue. I grabbed at the bed sheets, curling them in my fists as his mouth moved against my bare skin.
He ran a careful, slow finger through me before teasing my entrance.
“Aiden,” I moaned. My mind was in a battle between keeping my eyes on his brown hair between my legs and being screwed shut. But with every swirl of his tongue against my clit and his finger finally, finally entering me I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer.
“Tell me how it feels.” I hummed in response, but he tsked. “Use your words, baby, you’re a writer, aren’t you?”
I was barely coherent, needy for more of him. I reached for words to tell him that sex had never been like this for me, not ever, but his finger was teasing me, and he was kissing my thighs. Just as I opened my mouth to respond, he added another finger, sucking my clit into his mouth. At every filthy sound and the sight of him between my legs, I grew wetter. My hands flew to his hair, keeping him against me.
“Faster, please , Aiden,” I whimpered, finally finding my words. His fingers moved faster, rougher and I couldn’t stop from clenching around him, pulling him deeper. But no matter how close I got, I couldn’t finish.
I was too self-conscious. I wasn’t as skinny as most of the girls who passed me in the street in New York. I had stretch marks all around the tops of my thighs, little white lines of imperfection that made me loathe every bathing suit.
Aiden had been at it for a while now but no matter how incredible it felt or how close I got, something held me back.
“Aiden, it’s no use. Let me do something for—”
His laid his arm across my waist, holding me down. His other hand pushed against my thigh, opening me wider.
“I’m not stopping until you come, Rosalinda.”
“I can’t. ” I was on the verge of tears, frustrated. I didn’t feel sexy anymore, but like a nuisance. I had thought of Aiden like this so many times and now that I had him here I was ruining the moment. Even though he said he wouldn’t, I knew he would get bored.
“Rosie,” he said softly. “Do you want me to stop?”
I covered my eyes with my forearm, mortified. “ No . It’s just not going to happen.”
He ran his hands up my stomach, cupping my breasts through my bra. “Why don’t you let me decide that? Focus on what you feel, nothing else.”
“I’m sorry, I’m boring you—”
“I’m hard as a fucking rock, Rosalinda. I’m absolutely not bored.”
With that, he sucked my clit back into his mouth and slipped two fingers into me. I did as he said and closed my eyes and focused on how he alternated between roughly fucking me with his fingers, then immediately soothing the pain with sensual strokes of his tongue.
“Play with your tits,” he said, his voice ragged. I opened my eyes and found his eyes focused on me completely.
I nodded, trusting him and unhooked my bra, taking my breasts in my hands. I pulled at my nipples and as I did, Aiden sucked on my clit harder. I gasped, my back arching.
Soon, the pleasure built up and I couldn’t stop my hips from moving against him. I squirmed, trying to satiate the pleasure. Aiden moved faster, his fingers rougher.
“Aiden,” I gasped. “I’m going to—”
He curled his fingers, and my hips shot off the bed. He moved with me, his mouth hooked to me as I came. I cried out, my muscles tensing with pleasure.
Once I finished, Aiden shed his pants, grabbing himself through his boxer briefs. He gave himself a few rough strokes, hissing as he watched me.
“God, Rosie, I could come from your taste alone. I’m already so fucking close,” he bit out.
He moved up the bed, leaning down to kiss me. Desire pulsed through me, his tongue making silky strokes again mine. I could taste myself on his mouth, but I didn’t care.
In between kisses, he began to pull his briefs off, and I moved to help him. We fumbled, laughing against each other’s mouths. Finally, I got to see all of him.
“Of course you have the perfect body,” I groaned, marveling at his strong arms and broad chest. At a glance down, I blurted out, “Fuck, you’re big.”
He pressed his mouth to mine laughing softly, “And you’re fucking tight. And perfect, Rosie. You’re absolutely beautiful.”
I always took for granted in romance novels when the hero would call the heroine beautiful. It was typical and expected, but with Simon it was never a guarantee. Sometimes he’d mumble a “you’re hot” in bed, but nothing else. But the way Aiden said my name and the way he was looking at me made me believe he truly meant it. Reading it in your favorite book was so different from hearing it from the mouth of your new favorite person. This was so much better.
The urgency returned as our kisses turned longer and more desperate. We grasped at each other, our hands roaming freely on each other’s bodies.
“I have an IUD. I got tested after Simon, and I haven’t been with anyone since …” I trailed off.
“I haven’t been with anyone since my last test either. Are you sure?”
“I want to feel you,” I said, nodding and pressing a kiss on the underside of his jaw.
I couldn’t help but reach forward and take him in my hand, my fist barely closing around him. He tilted his head back, releasing a strangled groan. Just as I was about to lean forward to take him in my mouth, he pulled me away from him.
He let out a shuddering exhale and said, “A man can only take so much, have some mercy.”
His chest rose up and down as he watched me. “On your back, baby.”
No matter how many times he said it, my heart warmed at the term of endearment. Almost immediately, he settled in between my legs. He gently tapped his cock against my clit, causing me to hiss.
Gently, he entered me. I gasped, my eyes squeezing shut. He slowly stretched me. I gasped as he kept going. He slowed, letting me adjust.
“You look so good taking me like that.” With another push, his hips rested against mine. “ Fuck. Fuck you’re so tight.”
I squeezed around him, his hips flinching in response.
“Rosie,” he warned. The authoritative tone he held in class showing up now made me clamp down on him again. “You’re gonna make me come before I have the chance to fuck you the way I want.”
His hips began to move. Slowly at first, almost tenderly. Gradually, he picked up speed, his cock driving into me. I moved my hips, trying to create friction, but I was so deep in desire I could barely do anything but moan.
“I know, I know. I’ve got you,” he whispered in my ear. “Go on, take my cock. Look at you, acting like you just can’t get enough.”
“Oh fuck, Aiden,” I gasped, clutching his shoulders. His fingers reached down between us, finding my clit with his thumb. He stroked it in time with his thrusts. My back arched, unable to take all the pleasure.
“You look so good wrapped around me.”
My moans filled the room. Aiden kept his pace, sweat dripping from his forehead.
“Such a good girl, Rosie, even now. Taking me like this,” he bit out. “Always a good girl for me, isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” I gasped, fisting the bed sheets. “Keep talking.”
He moved down to his elbows, caging my face between them. “You look so pretty like this,” he groaned in my ear. “I can’t get enough of you.”
He picked up the pace as I began to tighten around him. He took my leg and placed my foot on his shoulder, driving even deeper into me. His pelvis was flush against mine now, rubbing my clit with every roll of his hips. I couldn’t take it anymore—my eyes screwed shut, trying to accept the pleasure.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded. “Are you going to come?” My eyes flashed open and I nodded, helpless to the pleasure coursing through my body. “Look at me when you come around my cock like you’re mine. Show me exactly what I do to you.”
I cried out, going over the edge. Pleasure from every inch of my body wrecked me. Aiden gave a single thrust, muttering “Fuck,” and spilled inside me.
He rolled off me, both of us lying there, panting. He laughed softly and pulled me toward his chest, and I wrapped my arm around his waist.
“I’m all messy,” I warned, slurring, still a little delirious from the pleasure.
He softly padded into his bathroom and returned with a washcloth. Gently, he wiped between my thighs and said, “I want all your messes.”
I hummed, reaching for him to lay next to me.
“You okay?” he murmured against the side of my head, planting a kiss on the side of my forehead, his hand sliding up and down my back. Through my hair. Never not touching me.
I nodded, laughing softly. “Oh yeah, I’m worn out. Completely ruined. No critiques.”
“That’s a first.”
I wasn’t used to this. Being able to touch Max whenever I wanted. I’d spent so much time, stuffing my hands in my coat pockets to resist grabbing her hand. Now she was in my bed, her head against my chest, her heart beating in tandem with mine.
— Excerpt from Untitled by Rosie Maxwell and Aiden Huntington