Chapter 4
AIDEN
My pulse pounded in my ears as the voice inside my head screamed at me that I was smarter than that. I was a cop, for crying out loud. I didn’t wander off with strange men to my hotel room for one-night stands.
The only thing that kept me on the brink of sanity and feeling like I was going off the deep end, was knowing that I had picked him up at my partner’s cousin’s wedding. I’d ask Vic about him next time I saw her and get the scoop on him.
But that didn’t stop my heart from bottoming out to my ass as his hand slid up my naked back.
I wasn’t sure what to expect with Nate. One glance and I knew he’d be the dominant type, which I didn’t mind at all. I had a stressful job and an even more stressful life, so if I could relax and let go when it came to sex, I was down.
But there was also something about him that made me wary. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I felt like there was something I couldn’t trust. It was an instinct I’d learned a long time ago not to ignore. One that’d saved my skin more than a couple times.
So when he told me to turn around, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to turn my back on him. I realized that if I didn’t feel safe and comfortable with him, then I probably shouldn’t let him fuck me.
But that was where I was getting tripped up.
As I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned to settle on my elbows and knees, I realized the problem wasn’t that I thought I didn’t feel safe with him, because I did, but I did recognize I didn’t exactly trust him.
And the seesawing feelings were fucking with my head.
But something besides horniness was tickling my lizard brain. Something that told me this man was dangerous. I wasn’t sure if it was my instincts as a homicide detective or just a man who was able to identify the dangers in another man.
But did I care?
No.
The only thing I cared about at that moment was getting his dick. Then he’d be gone and I wouldn’t have to see him again or worry about what it was about him that made me uneasy.
When Nate’s hand softly stroked down my spine, I jumped but also leaned into the touch as though I were a cat getting petted. I practically purred with the way his hand was rubbing up and down my body.
Fuck, that felt good.
It had been a long time since I’d had sex. Definitely too long if just that simple touch made me feel like I was going to blow.
“Please,” I panted, my head falling onto my clasped hands on the bed. My ass wiggled with my desire and I was too needy to even feel any shame at my desperation.
He hummed, his hands still slowly gliding over my heated flesh. “What do you need, little bird?”
Fuck. I didn’t know what it was about him calling me little bird, but it made me shiver. Except, I wasn’t sure if it was a good shiver or not. It felt almost like a chill—possessive yet dark.
I also didn’t want him to stop.
“You, need you.” I gasped as his hand slid down the curve of my ass, grazing over my crease but not getting anywhere near close enough. My cock was hard and leaking between my legs, suspended over the bed and unable to get any friction.
“I’m right here,” he teased, swatting my ass and eliciting a sharp cry.
“Fuck me. Please. I need you to fuck me.” I knew I sounded desperate, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care.
There was no pretext as to what we went to the room for.
We both knew we were looking for sex, so there was no need to be coy about it.
Especially since he already had me naked and presenting my ass for him.
Nate’s hand stroked up my side, fingers gliding over the ruined flesh of the scars that were there, and I stilled. My brain started to scream and rebel against the touch.
“Lube? Condoms?” he asked, moving away as though he sensed my discomfort.
I let out a shaky breath and needed to gulp in several lungfuls of air before I was able to answer him. “Nightstand drawer,” I gasped out, still feeling overwhelmed.
It was so stupid. I didn’t even really remember what happened when I got the scars, but I couldn’t handle them being touched or talking about it. But there was a sense of shame that rolled over me at how I reacted. I thought I had a better grip on it than that.
I mentally slapped myself. I needed to get it together. Opportunities like this didn’t present themselves that often for me. I let out a slow breath and willed my body to relax.
My head fell to the side and I watched Nate take what he needed from the drawer.
He caught me watching him and gave me a wink before he settled behind me.
Usually, I didn’t like it like this. I needed to see what was going on and feel like I had some control, even if I longed to give it up and have all the choices taken out of my hands.
When I heard the snap of the cap from the lube, my hips rocked back, eager to get the show on the road.
A soft chuckle came from behind me and I let out a groan as his palms spread my cheeks, exposing my tight pink hole. He echoed my groan with one of his own as one of his lubed-up fingers lightly circled around my rim.
I squirmed as I let out a gasp, needing more than the light teasing touch he was giving me. More than anything, I needed him to fill me and take me out of my own head. Even if it was only for one night.
“So fucking perfect,” Nate whispered as his finger tapped at my entrance before the tip slid in.
A shiver ran down my body as he breached me. My hips rocked, desperately trying to get him deeper. It didn’t take long before he was sliding in and grazing my prostate.
I let out a yelp and bucked on the bed. The way he hit that hidden spot felt like there was an electric current bolting through me.
“More,” I begged. “Please, Nate.” The bastard ignored me and kept slowly sliding the one finger in and out of my tight ass. I was going to explode if he didn’t get moving.
His lips grazed the curve of my ass and he bit down as he slid a second finger deep inside. It’d been so long, just the two thick fingers inside made me feel full. But still, I needed more. I needed it all. Needed his cock.
“Relax, little bird. Gonna make you feel so good.”
I let out a whimper at his words and the way his fingers just barely stroked against my prostate as he glided in and out. There was no way he wasn’t doing it on purpose.
The way he played with me and I responded in turn, it felt like I was meant to be his. I shook that thought away. Thinking like that was dangerous. This was one night. No sense in embarrassing myself by thinking it could ever be more than it was.
After a few more minutes, Nate added another finger and I let out the sluttiest groan known to man. He felt perfect as he filled me, and that was just his fingers. I could only imagine what it would feel like to be stuffed with his cock.
The bed shifted and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him reaching for the condom he’d put off to the side. Excitement zapped through my body as I heard the foil wrapper tear and the snap of the lube cap.
“You ready for me, little one?” he asked.
I nodded emphatically and he let out a chuckle.
But his words had rendered me speechless.
He was really fucking with my head, with talk like that.
I wasn’t necessarily a small guy at a little under six feet tall, but I was slender and toned.
Compared to Nate, though, I was like a little bird.
He was broad and had to be close to six and a half feet.
His words made me feel small, though, but not in a bad way. Rather, in a way that made me feel protected and cared for, which was crazy.
A shudder wracked my body as he slid his cock along my crease. It was the first feel I got of it and he was huge. I let out a groan as I began to rock my hips. There was nothing more that I needed than for him to tear me apart with his monster cock.
As he guided it to my hole, Nate made soothing noises and rubbed his other hand over my hip in long, firm strokes that helped to calm the nerves that began to creep up as the head of his dick breached the first ring of muscles.
“Breathe,” he reminded me and I let out a deep gasping breath. I bore down, trying to help ease him in and let out a gasp. He was so fucking big and for a moment, I wondered if he would truly tear me apart.
After a minute or so of him slowly rocking his hips and moving deeper inch by agonizing inch, I couldn’t take it anymore and rocked back, slamming him down the rest of the way. I let out a strangled scream but rocked my hips to work myself through the burn.
Nate grabbed my hips in a bruising grip.
“What was that?” His harsh words were bit out, strangled and worried. The frown that creased his forehead when I glanced back made my stomach sink with regret. The last thing I wanted was for him to be upset with me.
“You’re going to fucking hurt yourself. You’re not the one in charge here, little bird.” He slapped my ass, hard. Twice.
I let out a whimper as I tried to still my hips against the sting. The last thing I wanted was for Nate to be mad at me, especially over something so stupid.
He pulled back a little and slapped my ass again, making us both let out a groan.
“Who’s in charge?”
I let out a whimper, but I couldn’t find my voice. His palm snaked up my body and wrapped around my throat, pulling me up so I was flush against his chest.
“I didn’t hear you, little bird.” His breath against my ear and the way his hips were grinding against my ass had me melting against him. There was no way he could have expected an actual answer.
Nate snapped his hips, lodging his cock deep in my ass, and kept himself there, planting himself deep inside me. I cried out against the sharp sting of his teeth clamping down on my ear.
“I can’t hear you, sweet boy,” he whispered. “The correct answer is that Daddy’s in charge, little one.”