Chapter Nine #3
He spreads me wide open with both hands.
I know better now than to tense up. I force my muscles to go slack, biting my lip and burying my face into the soft pillow, waiting for the inevitable stretch. But instead of fingers or lube, the wet, scalding heat of Aiden’s mouth lands on my hole.
“Holy fuck,” I choke out, my hands fisting in the bedsheets.
Aiden eats me out like it’s his last meal.
He uses a broad, flat tongue to slurp over the tight ring of muscle, licking up and down my cleft with unapologetic enthusiasm.
The wet sounds of his mouth fill the room, sloppy and loud, and my face burns with a mix of embarrassment and overwhelming pleasure.
He sucks at the puckered skin, dragging his tongue over me until I’m melting into the mattress, my spine arching as I try to push myself deeper against his face.
Then he probes deeper, the slick tip of his tongue pushing inside my hole.
I groan into the pillow, my thighs trembling as he tastes me. The invasive, slippery sensation of his tongue darting inside me makes my brain short out. He licks the sensitive walls, exploring me with filthy dedication, and it feels so damn good I can’t keep my hips still.
While his face is buried between my cheeks, Aiden reaches underneath my stomach.
His calloused hand wraps around my aching cock, coating it in the slick wetness leaking from the tip.
He starts to stroke me from behind, matching the pace of his tongue.
His other hand drops lower, cupping my balls.
He massages them with a firm, rolling pressure, kneading the sensitive skin in a way that sends fireworks shooting up my spine.
“Aiden,” I pant, my voice muffled by the pillow. “Fuck, I can’t—”
He doesn’t stop. If anything, he turns it up.
Aiden spears his tongue deep into my hole, pulling back and thrusting in, literally tongue-fucking me with sloppy, wet pushes.
At the same time, his thumb shifts, pressing hard against my taint.
He rubs firm, punishing circles over the sweet spot between my balls and my hole, grinding into the nerve endings while he strokes my cock in a relentless blur of motion.
The build-up hits me like a freight train, ripping a whine from my throat.
“I’m gonna come,” I gasp out, thrashing under his grip. “Aiden, I’m coming!”
He strokes me faster, his thumb pressing harder, his tongue sliding deep inside me one last time.
I come so hard my vision spots, blasting my cum all over Aiden’s hand and my stomach.
My hips buck wildly, out of my control, chasing his fist as wave after wave of pleasure wrecks my body.
I gasp for air, my lungs burning, whining into the pillow as my cock pulses violently in his grip.
Aiden rides out the spasms with me, keeping his hand wrapped firmly around my fading erection until the last drops spill over his knuckles.
Aiden pulls back with a wet smack, his hot breath leaving my skin to cool in the air. I catch the faint rustle of fabric and the rough slide of skin on skin as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, panting softly above me.
His hand suddenly drops lower. He doesn’t bother with a warning.
Two, maybe three slick fingers slide into my loosened hole, using the mess of spit to bury themselves deep.
The wet, squelching sounds as he finger-fucks me, curling his knuckles upward to stroke that spot that makes my hips stutter.
He spreads his fingers wide, testing my limits, working me open further with wet, sloppy noises that make my face burn hot against the mattress.
“You think you’re ready to take me now, baby?” he asks, his voice dropping low, rich and teasing.
My stomach does a hard flip at the pet name.
The casual endearment hits me with an impact I didn’t expect, warming me from the inside out.
I don’t trust my voice, knowing I’ll probably just let out an embarrassing sound, so I just nod my head against the covers, letting out a muffled whine of agreement.
“Get up on all fours,” Aiden instructs, tapping a flat palm against my thigh.
I scramble to obey, pushing my chest off the mattress.
My arms shake as I brace my hands against the sheets, lifting my hips up into the air.
The flannel blanket is bunched up under my knees, damp with my own sweat.
The vulnerability of the pose makes my skin prickle with heat.
I’m laid bare, kneeling on his bed like a dog, offering myself up to him.
I hear his knees sinking into the mattress as he moves into position behind me.
Warm, calloused hands wrap around my waist, his broad thumbs digging into the soft dips above my hips. Aiden lines his cock up against my wet hole. He drags the slick head over the sensitive pucker once, teasing me, making me push back eagerly against him.
“Easy, boy toy,” he chuckles, his grip tightening on my hipbones.
Then he pushes in. He takes it slow, sinking into my body an inch at a time.
My head drops forward between my shoulders as I let out a groan.
He’s so big, stretching me wide open, the fullness spreading through my lower stomach and making my breath shudder.
I bite down on my lower lip, squeezing my eyes shut as he seats himself deep inside me, burying his cock to the hilt. He sighs, a deep, rumbling sound.
He doesn’t start pounding into me like Ryker did.
Aiden sets a punishingly slow pace, pulling his cock almost all the way out until just the tip rests inside, then sliding back in with a long, agonizing glide.
The drag of his body inside mine feels incredible.
Every time he hits the bottom of the stroke, his pelvis bumps against my ass cheeks with a dull slap, sending pleasure shooting up my spine.
“You take it so well,” Aiden murmurs, his chest brushing against my bare back as he leans forward.
He lets go of my hips, reaching around my sides to feel the sweat-slicked skin of my stomach.
His broad hands travel upward until they find my chest, his fingers locking onto my sensitive nipples.
I gasp loudly as he pinches the tight buds, rolling the swollen flesh between his thumb and forefinger.
He tweaks them hard, matching the movement as he drives his hips forward, burying himself deep inside my hole.
The combination of the sharp pinch on my chest and the deep fullness in my ass scrambles my thoughts.
I can’t keep quiet anymore. The sounds spilling out of my mouth are messy, high-pitched whines and needy moans that bounce off the walls of his bedroom.
I sound like a slut, begging and crying out every time he rolls his hips, but I honestly couldn’t care less.
I glance down at the space between my knees and see my cock, hard and dripping all over again.
It swings back and forth with the force of his thrusts, slapping against my thighs as Aiden fucks me.
I just got off a few minutes ago, but the way he plays with my nipples while stretching me out inside has me aching and throbbing for another release.
His hands are rough, calloused, and the texture of his palms rubbing over my chest sends sparks of heat to my groin.
Aiden keeps up the slow strokes, pulling out just enough to make me whine in protest, only to sink back in and hit the prostate dead center. He tugs at my nipples again, flicking his thumbs over the peaks, his breathing turning ragged against my ear.
Aiden’s hands abandon my chest, trailing down my ribs to hook under my armpits.
Before I can figure out what he wants, he pulls me upward.
My knees drag over the damp flannel blanket as he hauls my torso up, pulling me backward until my spine flattens against his broad chest. He does it with an ease that makes my head spin.
I’m not a small guy by most standards, though at six foot I’m shorter than the three of them, but I’ve built enough muscle from outdoor activities and sports to know I’m not light.
But he handles my body weight like I’m nothing more than a gym bag.
The guy lifts weights for a living, and it definitely shows.
He shifts his position on the bed, sliding his broad, muscular thighs underneath mine to prop me up. I’m basically sitting in his lap now, seated upright on his cock at a brand new angle that makes my breath catch.
Aiden wraps one arm tightly around my waist, acting like a steel band to anchor me against his torso.
His other hand drops down between my legs, his calloused palm wrapping around my leaking cock.
He squeezes, coating his fingers in my slick pre-cum, and starts to pump my shaft.
At the same time, he lifts his hips and bounces me down on his lap.
“Fuck,” I choke out, my hands scrambling to grip his corded forearm across my stomach.
Gravity does half the work for him. Every time he drops my weight, his cock spears upward, sliding deep into my guts.
The angle is brutal. The blunt head of his dick grinds against my prostate, over and over, bruising the cluster of nerves until I can’t think straight.
My hips buck on their own, trying to chase the feeling, but Aiden controls the pace.
He lifts me up and drops me down, his strokes long and punishing, while his hand strokes my cock in sync.
Aiden buries his face in the crook of my neck.
His mouth is hot and wet, pressing open-mouthed kisses up the sensitive skin of my throat, over my jaw, and grazing my earlobe.
He peppers my skin with affection, kissing everywhere he can reach.
It’s messing with my head. He holds me securely, kissing me like a devoted boyfriend, while his hips deliver filthy, degrading thrusts that stretch me open.
He bites down softly on the shell of my ear.