17. Cora
17
CORA
A iden’s lips left the corner of my mouth, traveling up to my cheekbone, then down along my jaw. He followed a familiar path, and I knew his lips would find my neck next. They did, latching on to the sensitive skin of my throat and sucking. I moaned in response, curling my fingers into his shirt, my knuckles pressed against the solid muscle of his back.
He laughed and flicked his tongue over the spot on my neck. “That still makes you moan, huh?”
“You’re going to leave a mark,” I complained, though I didn’t really care. I wanted Aiden to keep kissing me, to keep touching me. I wanted to stay here with this man who played Lifehouse in the middle of an empty football field in the dark just to make me feel better.
“Sorry,” he whispered, not sounding sorry at all. The word sent a shiver through me. It slithered down my spine, setting off sparks of arousal between my legs.
I giggled breathily as his tongue drifted over the pulse point in my neck. “I can’t believe we’re making out on this football field again.” I’d kissed him here, a lot. Well, mostly under the stands, but there was the occasional good luck peck at the side of the field before a game.
“We did really hone our skills here,” Aiden agreed.
“Though one of us has gotten a bit rusty,” I teased.
“Rusty?” Aiden broke away long enough for me to see the smirking challenge on his face, then he caught my jaw in his hands and pulled us together for another searing kiss. Electricity spiraled through me as I opened my mouth to him again, desperate for the slick heat of his tongue against my own. He nipped at my tongue with his teeth playfully before sucking it into his mouth.
I groaned, arousal coiling tightly in my belly as his hands traveled down my back, cupping my ass to pull me flush against him. I could feel his arousal hardening between us, and I squirmed against him, wondering what would happen next.
“We should stop,” he said, pulling back suddenly, eyes clenched shut, his breathing heavy. “If we don’t want to get carried away.”
Oh, hell no. Stopping was most definitely not what I wanted. I pressed my lips to his again, threading my fingers into his curls to hold him to me.
“Cora,” he rasped, trying to pull away as my teeth grazed his lower lip. His voice was hoarse with restraint. “ Cora .”
“What if I do want to get carried away?” I whispered in his ear, my own voice trembling with desire. I pulled away just far enough to search his eyes. I wanted this. I’d never wanted anything more. I let my fingers trail down the front of his shirt, stopping to tug on his belt to make my point.
“Who knew Lifehouse could be such a turn-on?” he teased gruffly before grabbing my hand and leading me back across the field. My fingers fit between his like they’d been made to be there.
I giggled at the hurried pace he set, even as need swirled hotter in my gut. God, I wanted him. Here. Now. He could have me on the field for all I cared.
I just needed him to touch me again, to ease the burn trying to consume me from the inside out.
I swear to god, if I woke up only to find out that this was another dream…
Aiden swerved off the path leading up to the school and into the parking lot, unlocking his Mercedes. He wrenched the passenger door open.
“Get in,” he said, not harshly, but with enough desperation in his voice that I didn’t question him, just darted inside.
“Where are we going?” I asked when he’d climbed into the driver’s side and started the ignition. Was he about to suggest we go to some makeout point to fool around in the backseat? Not that I’d say no…but I wasn’t sure I could manage some of the positions we’d tried back in the day. I was a lot more flexible back then.
“My rental,” Aiden said, peeling out of the parking lot like he was an F1 driver. It was exhilarating.
“Right. Good.”
A smile tugged at his lips. “I didn’t think you wanted to go back to yours.”
“The last thing I want is my mother walking in on us.”
“Then it’ll really be like we’re back in high school.”
The memory should have embarrassed me—both of us half-dressed, dry-humping, trying to figure out this sex thing as my mother stood in the doorway, gaping—but all I could think about was getting Aiden naked.
The drive to the house was a blur of emotions. Red hot heat and desire and tantalizing frustration surged through me as Aiden rested one hand on my leg where my dress rode up my thighs, fingers tracing slow circles on the skin just inches below my panties. It took everything inside me not to move his hand to where I ached for him, leaving me squirming in my seat. Judging by the smirk on Aiden’s lips, he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
Before I knew it, we’d pulled onto the stamped-concrete driveway, stopping in front of a large house with a sprawling yard. Of course, I recognized it immediately. It was the nicest house in town, though no one had lived there for years. Mostly, it was rented out for weddings or special events, but I guess when you’re a billionaire, having the house to yourself for a weekend was a reasonable choice.
Aiden walked around the car, opening my door and offering me a hand. He guided me up the front porch and plugged a code into the keypad by the door as my heart hammered with anticipation. The door clicked open, and I stepped into a softly lit foyer that opened to high ceilings, gleaming hardwood floors, and massive windows. Growing up in town, I’d seen the house from the outside, but I’d never seen what it looked like on the inside. On any other day, I’d have been impressed—but right now, it was hard to concentrate on anything other than how badly I needed to be touched. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long.
I was immediately drawn back into Aiden’s arms, like a moth to a flame, using my body to say things I couldn’t yet say out loud. As the space between us shrank, it felt like nothing could disturb this moment. This perfect, perfect moment.
“Want to see the master bedroom?” he asked, nibbling at my neck. “There’s a jacuzzi in the en suite.”
I hummed. “How’s the bed?”
“I think you’ll find it to your liking.” He wrapped his hand around my waist, leading me to the bedroom where a king-sized bed draped with beautiful linens stood proudly in the center of the room. Elegant French doors opened to a private balcony, and there was a massive framed portrait on the wall cleverly hiding a TV.
As we stepped inside, Aiden turned down the lights, and it felt like we’d been shut off from the outside world. He turned to face me, those crystal blue eyes suddenly dark and intense. He was a predator hunting down his prey, and I wanted to be devoured. “Thoughts?” he asked.
I couldn’t take it anymore. That was my only thought. I surged into his arms, going straight for the buttons on his dress shirt.
“I can work with that,” Aiden said.
I huffed a laugh as our lips met again, but it quickly burned up in the force of the kiss, and this time there was no standing-in-the-middle-of-the-football-field to stop us. I didn’t hold back, and neither did Aiden, searching out the zipper on my dress. He peeled it down my back, pressing his palm flat against my spine, and I trembled as his fingertips played with the lacy edge of my underwear.
We stumbled toward the bed, neither of us breaking contact. If I’d had any reservations about this moment, I’d long since forgotten them. All I could think about was peeling Aiden out of that damn dress shirt.
A rustle of clothes, and my dress pooled around my ankles.
“Beautiful,” Aiden muttered, running his finger over the swell of my breast where it peeked out over the cup of my bra. He looked at me like he wanted to consume me, and boy did I want him to. But first, I wanted him naked. I went for the buttons again, getting my hands inside his dress shirt. He pulled it free of his pants, and I did the rest, shoving it over perfectly muscled shoulders.
“This is bringing back memories,” he said.
“Of high school?”
“No, the GQ shoot.” He burst into laughter at the look on my face.
“Very funny. I’m sure some little intern couldn’t wait to get her hands on your abs to oil you up.”
“And what about you?” he asked, his smirk dark, devious.
I ran my hands down his chest, over those glorious pecs, tracing the hard muscle of his six pack. Damn, they really hadn’t airbrushed anything at all. He kissed me, hard, and the bulge of his erection pressed against my belly. I squeezed my thighs together. “ I’d really like you to take your pants off.”
He smirked. “Ask and you shall receive.” While staring into my eyes, Aiden undid his belt, tantalizingly slow, popping the button and pulling down his zipper. He shoved them down his legs with far less ceremony, rising up to his full height. It took me a moment to realize I was staring.
His cock sprang to attention, practically calling my name. He’d always been an impressive length; I’d just never appreciated it back in high school. What the hell did I know about sex back then?
But now…Now I had to admit the Cocktail King truly did not disappoint.
Aiden reached for me, pulling me closer, and I let my hand drift down the fine stretch of hair on his stomach to palm his cock. I took the length in my hand, relearning the weight of it, the feel. Aiden’s eyes closed, his nostrils flaring. “Yes,” he hissed through gritted teeth.
Then he kissed me again, and my brain short circuited. I forgot what my hand was doing. Maybe that was his plan all along as he popped the back of my bra open. The material slipped down my arms, and I tossed it toward my dress.
Aiden’s fingertips grazed my nipples, playing with the hardening points until I was moaning desperately. Then he scooped me up and deposited me on the bed.
“Lie back,” he said.
I reclined onto my elbows. “Is that an order, Your Majesty?”
“You’re damn right it is.”
I did as he asked, scooting back, and he crawled onto the bed, settling between my legs. Warm breath ghosted across my thighs, and my entire body erupted in goosebumps.
Aiden’s hands roamed over my body—my thighs, my hips. I’d changed since I was a teenager in the ways all women fear, but as I looked down at him, my fingers tangled in his hair, it was clear he didn’t mind, pressing a worshipful kiss to my belly .
His lips danced across my skin, his tongue dipping into my belly button, making me giggle and then gasp as his teeth plucked at the hem of my underwear.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice a rough whisper.
“God, yes,” I said, pressing my head back into the comforter as he dragged my underwear down my legs. When he came back up, I braced myself for more torture, but he put me out of my misery quickly, laying the flat of his tongue against my clit.
“Mmm,” I moaned, rocking my hips into his face.
His tongue was a devil come to life, coaxing the most embarrassing sounds out of me as Aiden flicked the tip over my clit repeatedly. Back and forth. Up and down.
He drove me to the edge, my fists curling in the comforter, before backing off, and I almost bucked him off me out of frustration.
He chuckled against my thighs. “Would you like something?”
“Please,” I begged. I couldn’t believe I was begging, but here I was, completely at his mercy. “Please,” I said again. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
“Close to what?” he teased.
“Bastard,” I muttered.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t hear you…”
“ Yes ,” I moaned as he ran his tongue through my slit, flicking deliberately hard against my clit. He alternated his movements, flicking and sucking and rubbing circles against me until pleasure erupted in my belly, the sensation shooting out down my limbs and filling my head with nothing but fuzzy bliss. My body jerked, riding out the aftershocks of the orgasm.
“How was that?” he asked as I came down from the high.
“You have to ask?”
“It’s all coming back to me, like?—”
“Do not make any kind of bike metaphor.”
“Like throwing a touchdown?”
“I’ll allow it,” I said, tugging gently on his hair, forcing him to crawl back up my body. I kissed him, tasting myself on his lips. I couldn’t help noticing how it felt familiar and strange all at once. Aiden had been a good lover in high school, attentive and sweet, always making sure I was enthusiastically ready. Once we got through the typical awkward virginity stuff, the sex had been goofy and fun, both of us trying to figure out how things worked. But it had mostly been about discovery, about the thrill of doing something new. Now we were older, both of us more experienced. I didn’t really want to think about just how experienced Aiden probably was—especially compared to my own meager track record of fifteen years of Levi, plus a couple of flings over the past year—but I was happy enough to reap the rewards of everything Aiden had learned. I really hoped he knew how to use his cock as effectively as his tongue.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, the words hot against my ear.
“You,” I said. “Inside me.” He shifted off me for a moment, reaching into a drawer in the nightstand. There was the crinkle of a wrapper as he opened a condom, rolling it onto his cock. When he was done, he kissed me gently, parting my thighs as he did. “Fuck me, Aiden.” I groaned as the tip of his cock rubbed against my too-sensitive clit. I was overwhelmed and at the same time desperate for him again. I needed him to deal with the throbbing ache inside me. “God, please. Please.”
He lined up at my entrance and seated himself in one go. I was so wet the stretch was exactly what I needed—but I could already tell I was going to be sore tomorrow. I closed my eyes, basking in the feel of being connected like this again.
“You okay?”
I nodded as I rolled my hips and bit my bottom lip, silently begging for him to move.
He did, slowly at first, pulling out a bit before sliding back in, watching me the entire time, studying me like I was the only woman in the world.
“Mmm, yes,” I said.
“You feel so good,” he whispered into my hair.
Our bodies moved together naturally. Every touch, every kiss, felt so perfect, so richly satisfying that I could barely remember to breathe. I quickly lost myself to the sensations, to the way Aiden’s body pressed against mine, to the way his hands curled over my shoulders, giving him leverage to drive himself deeper. Tension coiled inside me again, fanning the flames of that delicious ache.
“Fuck,” I hissed as he slammed into me, his pace quickening as his thrusts turned desperate. “Fuck, fuck, fuck .”
His hips jerked out of time, and he groaned loudly before reaching between us to rub at my clit. It was enough to drive me over the edge for a second time, the orgasm overwhelming. Pleasure coursed in waves, leaving me breathless and trembling.
I didn’t think my legs would ever stop shaking.
I could feel Aiden’s heart racing as he cradled me in the aftermath, our bodies entwined, nothing but our breathing to fill the silence. Contentment and exhaustion washed over me in equal measure. I’d never felt safer, and I wanted to savor the closeness—the steady rise and fall of his chest against me—for however long it lasted.
“As good as you remembered?” Aiden asked, his gaze soft, perhaps filled with the same emotions I was feeling. The ones that made my heart swell.
I chuckled, pressing a kiss to the middle of his chest. It was so much better, but I couldn’t stop myself from teasing him. “I feel like you had more stamina in high school.”
He rolled me over so quickly I yelped. “Take that back. My performance has done nothing but improve.”
“To be determined. I need more data.”
“If that’s your subtle way of asking for a round two,” Aiden said, wiggling his eyebrows at me, “then hell yes.”