Aiden #3
“And I’m not a sadist,” I huff, tugging my belt loose and reaching behind myself.
“I’ve got you.” I swipe my hands through my own slick, which is already soaking my underwear, slicking up my fingers until they’re dripping with the sweet fluid.
Jed twists to watch me, his cheeks darkening when he realizes what I’m doing.
“Holy fuck,” he grits out, gripping the base of his cock as I circle my newly-slicked fingers around his hole. It coats his skin with my heavy orange blossom scent, and his back arches into my touch as I push a finger past his tight rim.
He lets out a stuttered moan. “You okay?” I ask, and he nods frantically, pushing back against my fingers.
“Yeah,” he gasps. “That feels wild. Give me another.”
I slide another in, taking my time to open him up.
He’s tight—hot velvet wrapped around my fingers, his body not built for this like mine is, but swallowing me up all the same.
His breath hitches at the stretch, but he lets me work him open, grunting softly every time I slip deeper, stretching him wider.
My cock throbs in time with every twitch of his hips, desperate to feel that tightness wrapped around me.
“You’re gonna feel so good around me,” I say softly, leaning forward so my chest is pressed against his back and I can drop a kiss against the back of his neck as he exhales shakily.
“I’m ready,” he growls impatiently, his voice a rough rasp that sends a jolt of electricity through me. “Put it in. Fuck, I want you so badly.”
My heart thumps unevenly, and I withdraw my fingers and gather more slick to spread over my cock. I’m so riled up from working Jed open that even the light friction of my hand makes my hips kick, arousal burning hot and heavy through my veins.
I position myself at his entrance, watching in awe as he arches back for me, his lithe body stunning in the warm glow of the fireflies. I take his waist in both hands and slowly drive forwards, sinking inside him inch by inch.
I groan as Jed makes a tight, broken sound, reaching back to pull me against him. His inner muscles clench around me, the pleasure so hot it makes my vision blur.
“You good?” I say when I’m buried to the hilt, the flesh of his ass pressing against my hips as I give him time to adjust.
“I feel so fucking… full,” he rasps, turning his lips to catch mine in a breathless kiss as I slide my hand under his shirt and over his powerful, trembling body, resting my hand over his heart. “You feel good. Damn. Fuck me, please, Aid.”
“Whatever you say, alpha,” I groan, and then I pull my hips back and snap them forward, rocking Jed against the tree and drawing a surprised gasp out of him.
I set a steady, relentless rhythm, keeping us close so I can thrust into him in short, sharp strokes that have a string of curses spilling out of his mouth between kisses.
Jed takes every bit of it, his bourbon and cherry scent so thick I can taste it as he braces himself against the tree and asks me for more.
I can tell the exact moment I hit the sensitive bundle of nerves inside him, because he tenses around me with a shocked, “What the fuck?”
From there it’s only a matter of time. I angle my hips to hit that same spot over and over, reaching down to wrap my hand back around his cock and stroke him in time with my thrusts.
That’s all it takes. Jed goes still, his hole clenching around my throbbing length as he comes with a deep groan, painting his hand and the tree bark in front of him.
His lips don’t leave mine as the feeling of his walls milking me sends me over the edge too, and I spill inside him, clinging to his back as the world goes white and pleasure pulses through every nerve ending.
“Oh my god,” Jed pants as we come down, his chest heaving under my hand as we melt bonelessly into each other. I pull out of him with a wince. “Ugh. Weird.”
I laugh softly, helping him to straighten and tucking myself away. We both look wrecked; hair a mess, clothes rumpled, hands sticky. He straightens my glasses, looking sated and gorgeous, his eyes glittering. “Did you… are you okay?” I ask.
Jed snorts, leaning back against the tree and looking at me with soft eyes. “Are you kidding? I think you might have just changed the entire trajectory of my life. I didn’t know—” he laughs, shaking his head. “I think you’ve ruined me. Nothing can top that.”
I smile. “I mean, I just topped that.”
“Wow, Aid,” he chuckles, pulling me against him and wrapping a strong, protective arm around my waist. “I think fucking me made you funnier.”
There’s a hopeless warmth blooming in my chest that’s threatening to split me wide open. I press my face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the heady mix of our combined scents.
Eventually one of us tugs the other down to the floor so we can lie in the soft grass and watch the fireflies drifting lazily above us like tiny, floating embers.
The anxiety of this morning is gone. I don't know what tomorrow brings, or how I’m going to navigate the aftermath of me finally standing up to my dad, but holding Jed in the dark, I know with absolute certainty that we're not just pretending anymore.