Chapter Nine #5
My foot kicks out, toes dragging against the sheets as I try to escape the relentless pleasure.
He just hums against my ass, the vibration traveling into my guts.
He laps up every drop, cleaning me out thoroughly, pushing his tongue as deep as it goes to scoop out his mess.
The lingering ache in my cock flares up again, weeping fresh pre-cum against the sheets just from the overwhelming sensation of his mouth on my hole.
He takes his time, slurping and sucking until the wet noises turn to the sound of skin dragging on skin.
Finally, he pulls back. A loud smack echoes as his lips part from my flesh.
I lie panting, my chest heaving, tears of overstimulation pricking the corners of my eyes. The wet click of him licking his lips sounds, tasting his own cum.
Aiden lowers my leg back down to the mattress, smoothing his hands over my hips. He crawls up my side, his chest brushing against my spine, and wraps both arms around my ribs. He strokes my sides, his thumbs tracing the lines of my stomach as he presses a hot, lingering kiss just behind my ear.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he murmurs, his voice rough and fond.
My heart skips a beat. I don’t know what to say. I just lay there, a blushing, messy pile of limbs, soaking up his warmth.
Aiden nuzzles his nose into my messy hair, his chest rumbling with a soft chuckle. “So damn good for me. Took my cock like a champ, baby.”
My muscles feel like warm liquid spilled across the damp flannel blanket.
I don’t try to move. I don’t think I can.
But Aiden doesn’t leave me lying there in the messy aftermath.
The mattress shifts as he scoots closer.
He slips his hands underneath my waist and my shoulders, gathering me up.
The guy handles me easily, rolling me over onto my back so I’m facing him.
I blink up at the ceiling, my chest rising and falling as I try to catch my breath.
Aiden follows me down, hovering over my face.
He props his weight on his elbows and cups my cheeks in his calloused palms. His thumbs stroke softly across my cheekbones, wiping away the stray tears of overstimulation that leaked out of my eyes earlier.
Then he leans in and kisses me. A slow, deep, open-mouthed kiss.
He parts my lips effortlessly, his tongue sliding inside, and I taste the salty, musky tang of our mixed cum on him.
It’s so filthy. A few days ago, the idea of doing any of this would have sent me running for the hills.
Now, I sigh into his mouth, my arms coming up to loop weakly around his neck.
I taste the salt of both of us on his tongue, it feels undeniably good.
Aiden pulls back just an inch, his lips hovering over mine. He shifts his attention, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. Then he kisses my jaw, trailing his lips over the sensitive skin.
“You did so good for me,” he murmurs in a low, gravelly rumble.
He kisses my cheekbone next, lingering there for a second. “Fucking perfect.”
His lips move to my forehead, pressing a warm kiss against my skin while his fingers brush my sweaty hair out of my eyes. Then he drops a playful peck on the tip of my nose.
I let out a soft, breathy whine, nuzzling my face into his hand.
I’m blushing, my skin running hot from the praise.
He laughs and shifts his weight, scooting up toward the pillows, and pulls me along with him.
He drags me flush against his side, arranging my limbs until I’m tucked under his chin.
My face rests flat against his pectoral muscle.
He wraps both of his brawny arms around me, caging me in a cocoon of body heat.
I fit against him like a puzzle piece. One of his broad hands smooths down my back, settling at the base of my spine.
He starts rubbing slow, broad circles, tracing the vertebrae up to my neck and then back down again. His touch is firm but soothing.
I melt into the contact. My body becomes loose and pliable against him, the lingering tension bleeding out of my muscles, the steady thump of his heartbeat against my ear. I match my breathing to his, my own pulse slowing down to mirror his calm state.
Aiden isn’t in any rush. He doesn’t pull away to go wash off in the bathroom or grab a towel.
He acts like he doesn’t have anywhere else in the world to be.
He just keeps pressing kisses into my damp hair.
I feel his lips against my temple, soft and warm.
Then a gentle drag of his mouth over the shell of my ear.
I close my eyes, tangling my legs with his under the messy covers.
I feel safe. I feel looked after. Aiden’s aftercare is the most attentive out of the three of them.
I didn’t know I needed this. I didn’t know I craved the holding, the care after the sex, the undeniable feeling of being wanted for more than just my wet hole.
He’s strong enough to break my body apart, stretching me wide open and leaving me a shaking mess, but he’s gentle enough to put the pieces back together.
He kisses my forehead one more time, his hand never stopping its slow path up and down my spine. I let out a long exhale, my eyelids fluttering shut. The steady thump of his heart under my cheek acts like a lullaby, and I drift off to sleep without a worry in my head.