Chapter Twenty #3
I raise my chin but follow his lead. “Is that a dare?”
“No. It’s a promise.”
He sweeps down to claim my lips, putting an end to our sparring match.
I push his shirt down his arms, toss it to the floor, and suck on his tongue, getting a dark thrill at hearing his loud moan.
The fact that I have a man like Aidan moaning for me like that turns me on like nothing else, and fire erupts in my veins.
He wrenches his mouth from mine only to bite gently down on my neck. “Take that dress off,” he growls. “Now.”
I push the sleeves down my arms and tug at the waistline, sending the dress pooling at my feet, watching his reaction as my breasts spill out.
Despite the fact that there’s no doubt he wants me, it’s still nerve-wracking to take my clothes off in front of him.
But when I stand before him, naked apart from my pumps while he’s still half-dressed, another thrill of excitement rushes through me.
I sit back down on the bed and smile slowly at him.
His dark eyes follow my every move, his breath falling rapidly, sending a spark of confidence through me. I widen my legs so that he can see what he does to me.
“Now that you have me where you want me, what’s next?”
His eyes land on my scar, and my heart beats louder against my ribcage. I know what he sees and freeze. I wait with bated breath for the questions that I know will come.
Only…he doesn’t say a word.
Instead, he lifts his eyes, fire burning even brighter in them and I gasp from the intensity.
He kicks off his boots and moves closer until I have to crane my neck to keep our eyes locked.
“Turn around and get on your knees.”
My mouth pops open in surprise, but not as much as the heat intensifying between my legs does. But I don’t want to question it, so I do as he says and get up on the bed.
“Spread your legs. Let me see your pink pussy, flushed and swollen.”
Again, I do as I’m told, only this time, I can’t resist turning my head to watch him.
I gasp at the sight of his bare chest. It’s not a young man’s body with hints of muscles before me.
No, this is a man in his prime: Aidan’s fit.
He’s lean, but not lanky, his chest muscles so defined, I lick my lips.
In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m experiencing the phenomenon of arm porn for the first time, because this man’s bulging biceps should be illegal.
I bite my lip and watch the veins on his arms. I drink in the sight of his chest, grateful that the sun hasn’t set yet so that I can see him properly.
“Like what you see, eh?”
His voice is dark as gravel.
“Very much. I should probably be ashamed that I’m objectifying you, but I can’t think straight right now.”
His lips stretch in a wide grin. “Objectify me all you want, Mae.”
Truth be told, there’s another stronger, more primitive side of me that doesn’t care.
I have an exceptionally hot man in my bed, and I intend to enjoy every second to the fullest. I never thought much of it before, but after having told myself that he’s not mine to touch for several weeks now, it makes my fingers itch to do just that.
I long to feel if the dusting of light-brown hair that covers his torso down towards his crotch to a darker happy trail is as soft as it looks, or if the texture is coarse.
He reaches for his trousers, flexing his arms.
My mouth waters from the sight as they track down his abdomen.
He’s a fine example of a man who works hard for a living. Given the state of my wet pussy, it seems he’s exactly my type.
And tonight, he’s all mine.
Aidan unbuckles his belt and pops the button on his jeans, then pushes them and his boxers down in one move. He straightens up, finally revealing what I’ve longed to see for weeks, and the moment my eyes fall on his cock, I whimper.
It’s thick, long…but why am I even surprised? He’s already the embodiment of sex come to life. It’s no wonder his cock is as much a work of art as the rest of him.
He grips the base and gives it a long, slow stroke, fisting his hand on the tip. I grow wetter. I want to taste that so much, but I wait.
He told me to stay on the bed, and I will. My eyes flick down to his cock again, and the urge to reach down between my legs is almost too hard to resist. My breath clogs up from the dark-red colour of the head, and I gulp.
“Do you think it’ll fit?” I blurt out.
He hums deeply and puts a hand on my arse, squeezing it, before he skims his fingers down my inner thigh. I break out in goosebumps.
“Don’t you worry. My fingers have already stretched you. It’ll fit.”
The bead of pre-cum glistening at the head sends an ache through my tummy down to where I need him the most. I squeeze my thighs together, searching for friction.
“Can you come closer now?” I ask.
His intense stare when he kneels behind me makes me tremble. He leans down, his lips hovering over mine, just far enough from me that he’s out of reach. His glasses fog up again, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“What do you want?” he whispers. He circles his nose around mine. “I need to ensure you get what you want, remember? You need to tell me what that is. I’m a man of my word, after all.”
I lean closer and brush my lips over his, then down to scrape my teeth against his jaw. He closes his eyes, his body shaking on a loud shudder, and I relish in the power I have over him.
“A hard ride,” I whisper.
His lips stretch in such a wide, wolfish grin that makes my clit pulses with need.
“My pleasure,” he purrs. He lines up his thick thighs against the back of mine and reaches up to my breasts. “I think these need some attention first, though. Lean back on me.”
My breath hitches, every nerve in my body fixated on him. He embraces me from behind, lifting my breasts, his thumbs pressing in on the hard buds. I reach back, grip his arse, and arch my back, pushing my breasts into his touch.
His breath fans across my neck, then his lips and teeth nibble over my sensitive skin. I become lost in his touch. Lost to the way he sets my body into bursts of flames. He licks and kisses across my shoulder blades, and I shudder when he reaches a particularly sensitive spot on my back.
I whimper, and shudders glide over my body, moving my arse on his hard cock trapped between our bodies.
“Aidan.”
“Yes?”
“I need more.”
“More what?”
I grapple for the right words but come up empty. “Just…more.”
“Hmm.” He pinches my nipples again and bites softly on my neck. “Do you need my fat cock already? Is that what you’re trying to say?”
“Bloody hell, yes. How can you sound so cool?”
He chuckles darkly. “Trust me. I’m anything but cool,” he rasps. “I’m holding on by a thread. Your soft body, your curves, and fuck me, your arse rubbing on my cock? I’m so hard that if you touch me, I’ll come on your back, and my cum will drip down your arse. You’re driving me insane.”
Another surge of wetness fills me from his dirty talk. I bite down on my lip, intoxicated by them.
“I want you drenched,” he groans. “I want to feel your slick heat sucking my cock inside you, and then I want to give you the hard ride you asked me for, and Mae?”
“Yes?”
“It will be hard, but not before you’re ready for me. Are you ready?”
I grab on to his hand over my right breast and pull it down to my throbbing pussy. “Why don’t you find out?”
His finger slides through my wet folds, and I jerk my hips. The surge of pleasure brings me closer to the edge.
“Fuck.” His growl makes my breathing pick up. “You’re such a good girl, Mae. So ready to be fucked by me. I’m one lucky guy.”
His words send a thrill through me. I squeeze his arse once, digging my nails into his flesh. His gasp in my ear makes my body break out in goosebumps.
“I’ve condoms in the nightstand.” I jerk my chin to the corner farthest from us. “Do you want me to get one?”
He circles my clit in such a feather-light touch that I almost think I’m imagining it. “In a minute.”
His hoarse whisper is followed by his other hand turning my head, so I have no choice but to look at him at an angle.
His intense gaze as he presses his lips to mine turns me on like nothing else has before.
I gasp. Again, he takes full control over the kiss, sweeping his tongue inside.
I match his eagerness. The kiss is wet, sloppy…
out of control. Our sighs and moans follow each other in an ancient dance that promises us both the release we’re chasing.
The man can kiss. He drinks from me, deep and sweet, soft and insistent, but if his cock rubbing against my arse is anything to go by, his thirst isn’t quenched at all. I feel the silky head of his cock and realise that I’m doing that to him.
Me. No one else.
Our tongues dance and lick, growing more impatient with each stroke. His fingers between my legs grow more insistent, harder, and I roll my hips as he fucks me with his mouth and his fingers.
My whimpers grow louder. In the far recesses of my mind, I wonder if I can handle coming again so soon after the first time, but then he stops, leaving me with shaking knees.
“Condom. Now,” he growls against my lips.
I nod and crawl over the bed to fetch it from the top drawer and turn to hand it to him.
He shakes his head. “You put it on.”
I smile slowly and tear the foil with my teeth.
I know what he’s doing.
He’s making sure that I hold the power. That I can still tell him to stop if I want to.
I’ve never had anything like this.