Chapter Eight #3
That was all I had time to say. With a hum of pleasure, he closed his lips around the end of my dick and started sucking.
My hips moved on their own, grinding downward, my glutes tightening as he took more and more of my cock.
I watched, spellbound, until he had every bit of my cock down his throat.
I pulled back, out, my dick slippery wet, to give him a breath.
“More, fuck my mouth,” he growled, digging his fingers into my naked rump to guide me back into a cavern of hot, tight, and oh so wet.
His tongue was amazing, sliding over the head when I eased out, rubbing on the underside of my shaft.
With his fingertips teasing the cleft of my ass, I came far too soon, but God damn did it feel incredible.
My balls emptied in spurts that nearly doubled me over—the sensations were that divine.
Throughout it all, Aiden never blinked. He sucked away, drinking me down, watching me fall to bits then reconstitute.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” I gasped, pulling out of his mouth. His eyes were watery, his lips red and foamy with saliva and cum. He lay there, winded, and slowly ran his tongue over his tender lips to gather every last bit of spunk he could.
“No need to be sorry. That was delicious.” His eyes lingered on my face.
“You are stunning when you come.” My cheeks flushed hot.
“Don’t be shy about it. Honestly, I’ve never seen a man so wholly invested in his orgasm.
When we fuck, will you show that kind of unwavering dedication to being fucked or fucking me? ”
“I don’t…” Shit, words were not my friend right now. I shimmied off the sofa, taking care not to knee him in the nose, and stood. Lady watched me from the floor as I tucked and zipped. “I just need a minute. My head is…there’s a lot in my head.”
“There was a lot in your balls too,” he said behind me. I could still feel the bite of his hands on my ass. I liked it. A lot. “Sit with me.”
I looked over my shoulder. Aiden Hennessee was sin incarnate.
Hair tousled, mouth used and abused, eyes hot still.
My eyes went to his crotch, where his erection pushed painfully on his zipper.
Without thinking, I turned and went to my knees, going for his fly with a single-minded determination that had won me all those awards at Paul’s construction company.
“Or you can kneel,” he joked, making me smile softly before diving on him like a hungry jackal.
I lacked his skills at subtlety and seduction, but I was not to be outdone in the area of dedication to the task at hand.
He sat back, watching like a predator, as I tugged his cock out of his pants.
A fat dick with a slight bend to the left, I gave him a stroke.
His ass left the sofa. I did it again. He pumped up into my fist once more.
“Mind your teeth,” he whispered gruffly when I took him into my mouth.
He tasted clean. I liked that. Some guys weren’t very tidy about themselves, but Aiden smelled like minty soap.
His skin carried a slight residue of soap that I found to be crazy delicious.
I licked around the fat head, tonguing his slit, and then pressed my mouth to the fat vein at the back of his dick to follow it to his balls.
I took one into my mouth then the other, eagerly soaking up every shudder and groan.
He liked what I was doing, so I doubled down.
His fingers carded into my hair as I bobbed up and down, as the sounds coming from us were porn-worthy.
“Easy, easy, God…shit, you’re so…I’m close. ”
I grabbed his thighs, gave them a squeeze, and took all he had. Swallowing rapidly, I sputtered and coughed around his pulsing cock, keeping his dick in my mouth until he sank back into the sofa with a shaky sigh.
“Good God,” he huffed as I sat back on my heels to wipe the lingering spunk and spit from my lips. “That was…you’re one intense man.”
“Good intense or bad intense? People always say bad intense, so if it was bad, I can do better next time.”
He leaned up to press his mouth to mine. I carded my hands into his hair as he sat back, sliding up over him until I straddled his lap, our mouths still fused. When we broke apart, I stared at him and felt a twisting in my chest. It startled me.
“It was beyond good intense. Do not ever let anyone talk shit about your intensity. I like it. A lot.” He cupped the back of my head to pull my brow down to rest on his. “I like you a lot.”
“I like you a lot too.” I kissed him again just because I loved kissing him.
“Movie? More food?” he asked among the smooches.
“I’m happy with kissing here on the sofa,” I told him and was rewarded with so many kisses I never made it back to the ranch that night.
I did make it to his bedroom, where we shared a few more kisses, mutual hand jobs, and his bed with a certain lady with a fancy collar.
Being a good friend, I texted Bella to inform her I was safe and staying the night with Aiden.
He was in the bathroom washing cum from his belly just as I had a few minutes earlier.
She replied with a naughty GIF followed by two dozen emoji zucchinis.
I fell asleep with a smile on my face and a strong hand resting on my hip.