10 - Sage #2
His hand slid to the bench beside me, bracing us, his other still holding me as though he might never let go. Our lips broke only for a heartbeat, breaths tangled, both of us trembling with the weight of whatever we had just unleashed.
I didn’t know if I was ready for it, but it wasn’t as if we’d be stopping now. Not now.
“Sage,” he murmured, voice low.
I smiled against his mouth. “I thought you were done talking…”
Aiden gave a soft laugh then, gazing deep into my eyes, pushed my jacket from my shoulders. “We’re gonna need to get rid of these layers.”
“You’re gonna need to sanitize if you think my beautiful bare ass will be—”
Like he’d done a few times in front of me now, he pulled off his hoodie and t-shirt in one go.
I’d seen the move before, knew what was underneath it all.
But this time, my brain snagged and coherent thought left the building.
At first, I thought he was coming in for another kiss, but I soon learned I was wrong.
A squeal of laughter rippled out of me as he scooped me into one arm. With his free hand, Aiden spread out his hoodie on the bench with a kind of haphazard care that made it even hotter.
“Better?”
He eased me back down, and I hummed my approval. “If you’re fine with the subsequent desecration of your—”
“I think you’re the one who needs to be done talking,” he said, stepping close between my legs so I could feel the bulge in his pants brush my inner thigh.
“Shut me up, then.”
His mouth crashed into mine and knocked the rest of my snark right out of me.
This kiss was deeper, more desperate than the others, and I met him easily.
He bucked his hips once, grinding his erection in search of that sweet friction.
The softest moan broke from his lips when he found it, and he pulled back just enough to gaze deep into my eyes.
“If I’d known that was all it took to get you quiet.”
“You’re ruining it.” I threw my arms around his shoulders, rolling my hips in motion with his. “Now take off my pants.”
Our eyes locked, and Aiden hovered for a heartbeat, then his fingers found the button on my jeans. Popped it. Heavy breathing and horny anticipation gave a backdrop to the sound of the zipper dragging all the way down.
“Are you shaking?”
Aiden’s eyes snapped back up to mine. “Are you making fun of the man who’s about to make you come… at least, like, one and a half times?”
“How does the half work?”
He ripped off my jeans and underwear in a flourish that left me reeling even though I was there the whole time. “I thought you’d never ask.”
His mouth was back on mine, ravenous tongue drawing a long, shaky groan out of me.
Now his pants were the only barrier between that raging hard-on and the growing heat between my legs.
He rubbed himself against my damp pussy, hard enough to send a shock raking through my entire body. I opened my legs wider for him.
“Seriously, though,” I said, out of breath. “The half-climax thing…”
Aiden’s shoulders drooped with a sigh, the passion pausing long enough for him to say, “There’s something about my unique blend of dogged determination and crippling performance anxiety that makes it—”
I gave his shoulders a slight push. Enough force to send him back a few steps. To give him a better view as I hiked my knees up, resting my heels on the edge of the bench. His eyes went straight to my exposed pussy that was now on full display. Totally open for him. He licked his lips.
There was another smartass comment in the back of my mind, but I lost it somewhere between my racing pulse and the gravity of his gaze.
I licked my fingers, and slowly traced them down over my mound. His eyes tracked my movements, and his breath grew quick and shallow.
“How’s your anxiety now?” I used two fingers to part my pussy lips some more, gliding my middle finger over my swollen clit. “Does it help knowing how wet you’ve made me?”
A few more drags between my folds, and a fresh spill of juice dripped out of me. Aiden moaned low, his gaze catching fire as he closed the distance between us again.
“Jesus, Sage.” He gripped the back of my head firmly, and claimed my mouth again, drinking in my moans as my finger still circled and teased my clit. Only this time, with him this close, the back of my hand brushed along his bulge with every stroke.
“You can fuck me now.”
Without another word, he tugged his pants down and pulled his throbbing cock out. I swallowed, taking in how big he was. My arrogance would soon be set straight, but it was a good problem to have.
He rubbed himself against my core, sliding his dick to gather my juices for lubrication, and then slowly pushed into me.
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out with the way he filled me up. The delicious stretch in my pussy turned me on even more, the wetness helping to accommodate his girth until he was all the way inside.
He took a second, then rolled his hips to pull out and thrust back into me. Again and again. I rocked back on my ass with each push, moaning out loud as he fucked me hard. My hands shot to his shoulders for support, but Aiden didn’t slow down or ease up. And I didn’t want him to.
He leaned down to suck and nibble on my stiff nipples, beside himself with arousal. It was as if he wanted everything all at once, and just couldn’t figure out how to make that happen. His thrusting grew erratic, stalling once with his dick buried all the way inside me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered into my neck, his hot breath making me shiver all over.
Pulling away, he then wrapped his arms behind my legs and picked me up. I clamped firmly around his waist to hold the position, but also to keep his cock where I wanted it. He kept thrusting in and out, hard and deep. Our bodies slapped together loudly as he pounded into me.
My desperate moans grew louder and more ragged as my climax loomed.
Aiden leaned in to kiss me, a low growl coming from deep in his throat when my pussy clenched hard around his shaft. My juices coated us both, making it easy for him to thrust harder and faster without losing rhythm or balance.
I was close. He sank his fingers into the soft flesh of my ass, reading the tension in my body and riding it like a wave. Hard. He grunted through the final few thrusts that pushed me all the way over the edge, my pussy fluttering and clamping down around him.
“That’s it,” he said through a tight jaw, barely holding it together himself. “That’s it…”
He held me there until I came back from my high, quivering in his arms and somehow, still wanting more.
Carefully, he settled me down onto shaky feet, and I wasted no time in dropping to my knees in front of him, ready to take him into my mouth.
I grabbed his cock with both hands, twisting gently, moving back and forth, before circling his tip with my tongue. Aiden’s head dropped, and he tangled his fingers in my hair right as I took him into my mouth.
He groaned so loudly it vibrated through me, and I looked up to find him gazing at me with nothing but insatiable lust burning in his eyes.
His dick twitched in my mouth and I gripped him tighter, sucking as I edged him deeper.
His fingers moved to push me along, asking for more, and I relaxed my jaw all the way.
Until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat.
Aiden sucked in a breath when I gagged, my throat closing around him in a way I knew he’d like.
His hand didn’t move as I bobbed my head up and down, working him with my hand whenever my mouth retreated.
His pre-cum lightly coated my tongue, and I swallowed without releasing him.
This seemed to be a little too much for him, because he grabbed my face and eased my mouth back, his expression pulled in tight concentration.
“But—”
“Sage, please,” he breathed, helping me back to my feet.
Our mouths met again, and once more he backed me toward the bench, but this time he spun me around before bending me over the surface.
Aiden’s hand cupped my ass, his pinky rubbing against my slit from behind until he shifted his hand so more fingers could join the party, stroking my clit until I moaned and arched my back. His kisses drifted from my neck, over my shoulders, down my back…
And then he was on his knees behind me.
Parting my ass with both his hands, Aiden dipped his head and kissed between my folds slowly. He pushed his tongue inside me, moving it down to my clit as I bent forward. He pulled away briefly to spread me some more, then went back in, moving his tongue in and out of my dripping pussy.
My breathing turned into intense panting as he continued to tease me before licking up to my puckered hole. This part surprised me, but I relished the warmth that spread out from that point as he teased my hole. He was into it, and I could get into it if that’s where we were headed.
He slid two fingers into me, pumping as his thumb teased my clit.
“I want you.” The sound of my voice rang foreign to my ears. So fucked out and horny. “I want you inside me again, Aiden, please.”
“Since you asked so nicely.”
Aiden got to his feet and positioned himself behind me. He tapped each of my feet to get me to open wide, which I did, tilting my ass to give him the best angle. He grasped my hips with a bruising hold, and drove his throbbing cock into me without holding anything back.
I lifted one leg up onto the bench, looking back at him with a seductive smile. That earned me a hard slap on my ass cheek. My smile widened.
He fucked me deeper and harder; our bodies slapped together as he pushed all the way inside me, his breath coming hot and ragged on my back.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he repeated, pounding me harder.
I tried to hold onto the sides of the bench as he lost control, slamming his dick into me so hard the tools rattled around us. I choked on my own moans before screaming out in pleasure.
And Aiden wasn’t too far behind. He gave a guttural groan before his whole body tensed up. The force of his climax pushed him onto his toes as he thrust into me all the way, his cock jerking and twitching as he emptied himself inside me.
I stayed bent over the table, taking everything he had to give me, breath evening out to something close to normal. But my clit was still throbbing. Still hard. I wanted more.
Aiden combed his fingers affectionately through my now very disheveled hair, and placed the softest kiss to the sensitive area below my ear. His chest pressed into my back as he leaned over me to do it. His heartbeat drumming through my body. His cock still inside me, getting softer now.
My eyes flew open as reality slammed into me. I’d been so caught up in him and the moment that everything else seemed trivial. Negotiable. When it definitely wasn’t. Not with someone like him.
The storage unit came back into focus piece by piece. Metal shelving. A half-collapsed box of random things in the corner. The fluorescent strip overhead casting everything in unforgiving yellow light.
And I was still bent over a table in the middle of it.
My stomach dropped.
Aiden shifted behind me, concern threading into his movements before he even spoke.
“Sage?” His hand slid from my hair to my shoulder. “Hey. You okay?”
I pulled away too fast.
“I’m fine,” I said automatically, already reaching for my clothes scattered across the concrete floor.
He stepped back to give me space, confusion written all over him. “Did I—?” He stopped himself, ran a hand through his hair. “Did I do something?”
My jeans were inside out. I yanked them right side out with shaking hands, and stepped into them without bothering to brush off the dust. My shirt followed.
No bra. Didn’t care. I dragged it over my head and shoved my arms through, tugging the hem down like that would pull everything back into place.
“Sage.” Closer now, but more careful. “Talk to me.”
As if it were that simple.
Because if I opened my mouth, I’d either say something stupid or something honest, and both options were too much for me to deal with right now.
This wasn’t just sex. That was the problem.
I shoved my feet into my sneakers without tying them and grabbed my bag from the floor. My hands wouldn’t stop moving. If I stopped, I’d feel it again. The heat. The want. The way I’d let myself have him without thinking about the cost.
He reached for my wrist, then seemed to think better of it and let his hand fall. “If I crossed a line, tell me. I need to know. I want to fix it.”
He sounded wrecked by the possibility, and that almost undid me.
I finally looked at him.
He was standing there half dressed, hair a mess, chest still rising hard, eyes searching my face like he was trying to read a language he hadn’t quite yet learned. There was no arrogance. No smug satisfaction. Just worry.
Which made it worse.
I shook my head once, glancing his way with an apologetic look.
All I could muster up. Then I forced myself to turn away before I changed my mind.
The metal door screeched when I yanked it open, light flooding in from the corridor outside.
The shift in brightness made everything feel harsher, more exposed.
It also made what I was doing a whole lot easier. Because it was easier to remember the outside world when it was encroaching on our space like this.
“Sage,” he tried again, but the soft defeat in his voice let me know he knew it was futile.
I stepped out into the narrow aisle between units and pulled the door down behind me.