25. Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Five
Aidan
We stand close, but not too close, listening to the band playing from the far back of the field. Katie has left me to spend some quality time with her friends, and my parents went with her to keep an eye on them.
No doubt they see this as the perfect way to give Maeve and me a chance to enjoy the evening together.
Every few moments, I look away from the folk band to watch the woman standing next to me from the corner of my eye.
The soft smile playing on her lips and the way she sways from side to side, her foot tapping to the music, or her fingers beating out a rhythm on the paper cup of wine in her hand, has me mesmerised.
I lean down to speak in her ear and take a discreet whiff of her hair.
Lemongrass this time.
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
She grins up at me, and I swear my heart fucking stops. “So much, yes!” She looks back at the stage and takes a small sip of her wine. “I didn’t think I’d be so into folk music, but these guys are fantastic.”
Her smile is infectious, and I nod in reply. My fingers itch to touch her, but that will only draw attention to us. Instead, I push my hands into the pockets of my fleece vest.
Another few seconds tick by, and then I’m back at staring at her again.
It’s the first time I’ve seen her so relaxed in public.
She’s always so guarded when she’s on duty, and I understand why. Her job demands it, but still, the serious woman is not here tonight. A softer version is with me, and both of them have me curious.
She has me obsessed, full stop. There’s no other word for it.
We’re only a few weeks into our friends-who-fuck arrangement, and I can’t see straight from how badly I lust for her. Even here, where we’re in public, I crave her. My body is drawn to hers, strung tight and ready to spring on her the moment she gives me the tiniest hint that she wants me.
I peer down at her again. I’ve noticed how much she loves to wear dresses when she goes out, but especially when she’s not working.
Knowing that she’s wearing one tonight, after I told her how we’d end the night, has me so worked up that I’m fit to burst already.
This time, she’s in a light green dress with short, puffy sleeves and a heart-shaped bodice that’s too sinful for her own good.
Well, to me it is, even though it’s quite demure. But all the buttons that travel down from the curve of her breasts to the hem that stops at her ankles have me going mad.
“You look gorgeous, Mae.”
I should’ve cleared my rusty throat before I said a thing. Too late for that now. I know my voice gives way to how turned on I am, but I don’t give a fuck. Let her hear it.
She looks up at me from underneath her lashes and smiles. “Thank you.”
Fuck, how I’d love to get under that dress and make her come hard on my mouth again.
Heavy, familiar warmth trickles down my chest, through my gut, and settles in my cock. I can’t stop it. All I can think about is when she’ll allow me to hear her moan out in ecstasy as I take her again.
I’m forty years old, for fuck’s sake. Too old to go around with a semi in my boxers all day, constantly thinking about her or what she’s doing. Wondering when I’ll see her again and feel her lips and tongue.
It’s bad for my peace of mind, not to mention my vulnerable heart, but I can’t help it.
The more I see her, the more I want her. All the different sides to her that make her uniquely herself, and that’s the most dangerous part. I want to peel away all her layers until her soul is laid bare.
She shuffles closer towards me, just a little bit, and scans the crowd before she looks up at me. “I have an idea, but…”
“But what?”
She bites her lip. “It’s risky.”
I swallow to relieve my suddenly dry throat. “Tell me.”
Even though the sun is setting, cloaking us in darkness slowly, I have no trouble seeing the faintest of red tinting her cheeks.
“Come with me.”
I nod once and follow her, making sure not to look too eager, but the rest of the villagers are focused on watching the band onstage instead of keeping watch of us.
She leads me off to the side of the field, walking at a brisk pace until we’re away from the stage and crowd.
We only pass a couple of stragglers I don’t recognise, so they must be tourists.
She turns a corner at the bakery, and I follow her down Miller’s Lane, through the narrow pathway that is so dark now that I have to blink to see her.
“This is far enough away, Mae.”
She turns and backs away from me until she’s leaning against the brick wall of the old building. I can hardly make her out anymore.
“I want to try something with you, Aidan.”
“What’s that?”
“I want you to ride me here, outside.”
Her words are like a siren’s song. Heat slams into me when I feel her fingers on my chest, and I reach up to touch them.
Her pulse is beating hard in her wrists, and I follow them as she glides her hands down to curl in my belt loops.
She pulls me flush to her chest, and I groan when her mouth finds the pulse point on my neck, beating like crazy.
Her soft kiss slams into me with force akin to a hammer even though her touch is as light as a feather.
When she licks a slow patch up my neck, I groan, already half-blind with a raging need I can’t still.
“In public?” I grunt, though I’m already giving in. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Everyone’s at the concert or at home. No one will walk in on us.”
My cock screams for release. I bend my knees and rock against her.
“Didn’t think you’d be into exhibitionism, Mae. Are you sure it isn’t the wine talking?”
She snorts, an annoyed huff that makes me break out in goosebumps. I grin, even though I’m fit to burst already.
“I only had a small cup, Aidan. I’m nowhere near drunk.
Not even tipsy.” I shudder when her tongue traces the vein in my neck, and I buck into her core.
“Let’s be reckless for once. Forget who we are and all our responsibilities for a moment.
I want rough and quick tonight. Will you give it to me? Please?”
That’s all I need to hear.
“Fine. You asked nicely, so I’ll give it to you.
” I reach down to take her hands and pull up her arms, pinning her wrists in one of my hands, and I grab her chin gently and tilt her head back.
Darkness cloaks us, hiding us. Not that I think we’ll be interrupted here in the dark alleyway, but the risk is still there, pulsing, waiting.
Her breathing is loud, harder, matching my own. “Oh…”
“I’ll be every fantasy you’ve ever had, Maeve. Anything you want, everything you’ve always want to try, I’ll give it to you.”
I flick my tongue over her lips, relishing the sharp intake of her breath before I scrape my teeth across her full lower lip. Her hands flex in my grasp, but she doesn’t try to break out of it. If she really wanted to, I know she could wrench herself free.
Hell, she could probably take me down right now.
But she doesn’t. Instead, she jerks her chin at me, goading me in the sexiest way.
She lets me lead, just like always.
Perfect.
“This will be rough and quick, just like you want it, Wildfire. But next time we’re alone, I’m going to take my time. I’ve been dying to fuck that sweet mouth of yours with my cock while you use one of your toys to get yourself off.”
I don’t give her time to answer and take her mouth with mine.
Finally…fucking yes, finally I can show her how hot I burn for her.
I kiss her harder, the need to be closer to her consuming me.
I probe my tongue against her lips, and the moment she opens for me and lets me inside, my head swims with need.
I swirl it around hers, playing with her, burning brighter for her the longer we stand here in the dim light of early evening.
I release her wrists and move my hands down to grab her arse and mould it, pressing her pussy towards my aching cock.
The sound of her whimpers into my mouth makes me groan deep in my chest. I pull at the skirt of her dress until I feel her soft flesh and dig in my nails.
I can’t resist teasing her and trail a finger down her arse crack, rubbing the soft fabric of her frilly panties on her forbidden hole before I reach further to find her warm and wet.
Her hips thrust against me, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
I have to wrench my mouth from hers to catch my breath.
“Fuck it.”
I need both of my hands to unbutton the front of her dress.
The moment I release the tight hold of her hands, she reaches for me.
She unbuckles my belt, then I hear the zipper, and the moment her hands grab my aching cock, freeing it from my boxers, I pull down the cups of her bra to bare her breasts.
“Hurry, Lord. Please.”
Her whispered moans, her hand wrapped around my hard length, are all it takes for me to snap the tight hold on my leash.
“Your begging me makes me wild, Mae. But you already know that. Don’t you?” I growl before I bend my head to latch on to her peaked nipple. I suck it hard into my warm mouth.
“Y-yes.”
I release her nipple, needing her to hear how much her trust means to me.
“Makes me wonder how hard I can make you beg for more.”
I flick her hard nub and suckle it deep, my other hand wrapped around her left breast, my fingers playing with the sensitive bud.
“You taste like cherries. My favourite.”
“You’re talking too much again,” she sighs, then pumps my cock, making me jerk. “Fuck me instead.”
I feel it leak from the tip.
“Taste my cum first.”
Her thumb rubs the swollen head, her touch soft, but I still hiss from how sensitive it is. She releases me, and even though I can’t see her, my hearing picks up her sucking on her thumb, tasting me.
“Mmm.”
“You like it?”
“Yes.”
“Good. If you’re ready for me, jump up and wrap your legs around me.”
She loops her hands around my neck, and I widen my stance to brace myself, then she does as she’s told and jumps me.