28 - Sage #2
He pushed his growing hard-on into me, and I resisted the urge to wrap my legs around his waist and hold him there.
Instead, I ran my hands over his chest before gently pushing him away.
He took the cue, crawling backward down my body until he was standing at the foot of the bed.
He paused there and stared at me, lips parted and eyes dark.
The smoldering heat behind his gaze sent a shiver rippling through me. I rubbed my arms, then slid my hands down my torso to stroke my thighs and hips. Aiden bit his bottom lip to stifle another groan, then pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Sweatpants and boxers were next to go.
His impressive cock bobbed against his stomach, and I licked my lips, finally getting why he could look at me the way he did.
Because I saw him the same way. The bob of his Adam's apple beneath an angular jaw led my gaze down his throat to his muscular chest that was mapped with ink.
The path continued through the grooves of his abs, and finally, the trail of fuzzy hair leading straight to the grand prize.
“You’re beautiful,” I said, squirming against the throbbing between my legs.
He let out a short laugh. “Shut up.”
Then his parted lips twisted into a devilish smirk and his eyes went darker, the pupils swallowing them whole as he watched me watching him. His hand strayed to his erection and stroked it absently.
My pussy clenched once, hard; my heart rate speeding up with the pulsing there. Like Aiden, my hands seemed to move of their own volition, smoothing over the soft hair of my mound to cup my pussy. I slipped one finger between the soft folds, my eyes fluttering closed as I felt my own wetness.
“Stop,” he rasped, and my eyes flew open, surprised by how rough his voice sounded. He clambered onto the bed on his knees and pushed my hand aside. Inhaling deeply as if centering himself, he looked at me, playfulness joining the naked desire in his eyes.
“I'm the one doing the touching, you got that?”
My lips curved into a smile. “Sir, yes, sir.”
Without another word, he pushed my legs apart and slid his thumb between my slick folds, opening me up to him in the most intimate way.
He circled my clit twice, spreading my juices around and smirking when I couldn’t keep still.
His lips were still tilted in that teasing grin as he lowered his head and gave my pussy a long, slow, lick.
“Oh, God.” I fisted my hands in the bedsheets.
“Mmhm,” he murmured, his mouth still on me. He settled onto his elbows, hooking his forearms under my legs to drag me closer to him. His tongue flicked my clit, and I bucked against his face. He hummed again, then sucked my sensitive bud between his lips.
I cried out again. The back massage had been creative foreplay, setting my nerve endings on fire and making me crave exactly this, but now that he was here, where I wanted him, it was almost too much.
He'd had his mouth on me for all of one minute, and already the waves that were cresting inside me before felt ready to crash.
I let out a desperate moan and dug my hands into his hair. “Fuck, Aiden, I'm gonna— What happened to taking it slow?”
He chuckled as he drew back and released my clit with a kiss.
“I forgot,” he said seriously, though the gleam in his eye was pure wickedness.
I wanted to whimper at the loss of his mouth, but then he unhooked one arm from around my leg and said:
“How's this?” And slid two fingers deep inside me. He hissed as I took him with ease.
“So wet,” he murmured, staring at the point where his fingers disappeared into my pussy.
My hips rose to meet his touch, matching the steady rhythm he set, one that kept me climbing that slope of pleasure but never quite plunging me over the edge.
It was perfect, and somehow, I needed more.
I reached up and pinched my nipples, nearly crying out when the sensation shot straight to my aching clit.
Aiden’s chest rose and fell quickly with his shallow breaths, and his eyes had taken on a glazed look.
“Fuck, Sage,” he panted as he thrust his fingers harder and faster. "I wanna be inside you."
“Then do it,” I said, riding his hand.
He leaned forward and flicked out his tongue, circling the tip of my clit but barely.
I writhed again, and arched into him, desperately seeking my release.
I was so close. His fingers curved inside me, stroking the perfect spot.
My abs clenched, and my legs quaked from it.
And then he pressed down with his tongue, flicking it quickly over the same spot he’d been ghosting.
My breath caught, and I was in freefall, my climax crashing through me without any sign of stopping. Fresh juices poured into his mouth and he lapped them up with relish.
Then he pressed his flat tongue against me and licked me slowly through my orgasm, savoring every last drop of my arousal.
My pussy clenched around his fingers as my body shook and writhed against the bed.
When my muscles finally relaxed, Aiden withdrew his fingers and rose to his knees, fisting his erection with the hand covered in my wetness.
“Do you need a minute?” he asked hoarsely as he squeezed the base of his shaft.
“Fuck, no.” I lazily circled my nipples with my fingertips, enjoying the way my skin tingled, nerves still on fire. But I wanted more. I wanted him. “Now, Aiden.”
He leaned forward and squeezed my thighs. “You know I'd wait for you anytime, anywhere, under any circumstance. I'm just really fucking happy you didn't ask me to wait right now.”
When our lips met this time, the kiss was harder and more desperate than before, my own taste spilling over my tongue.
I gasped when he rocked up against me, grabbing my hand and yanking it away from my breasts.
His determined mouth latched onto a nipple immediately, and my breathing hitched, followed by shallow pants as he lavished attention just as much as he had on her clit.
The fire only he could satisfy started pulsing between my legs again.
“I take it back,” I moaned, lifting my hips to grind his shaft.
“What?”
I hooked a leg around his waist and twisted until I was on top of him, Aiden blinking at me while his mind tried to catch up to what had just happened.
“I don’t want to go slow anymore.”
I parted my lips to open myself up for him, and sank down onto his cock, my wetness making it easy.
Fuck, he felt so good, so big, filling me up and brushing against my G-spot without even trying.
I braced my hands on his shoulders as I rocked down eagerly, still weak-kneed from my first orgasm, a second growing steadily closer with every snap of my hips.
Aiden gripped me greedily, kissing my neck and my breasts, leaving marks the way he loved to as he thrust up into me with every last ounce of his need. And I met him stroke for stroke just as smoothly, clutching at his shoulders, moaning as he finally chased his own release the way he deserved.
“So good,” he groaned, lips trailing down to my collarbone. “Always so fucking good.”
I bounced more quickly, friction building, angling my hips so my clit would rub against him. It pushed my breasts further into his face, Aiden suckling more hungrily, hands cupping my shoulder blades to keep me in just the right place.
“Oh, Aiden,” I panted, thighs quivering on either side of his hips. “I fucking love your mouth on me.”
He surfaced, glancing at my face and briefly kissing my lips. “You better.”
I couldn’t help but sink down fully again, canting my hips weakly forward as he thrust up more firmly, his hands gripping my ass again and guiding my movements. I whimpered, nails digging into the softer skin of his shoulder as he got the message.
“Want me to lay you down?”
I nodded, clinging to him as our hips ceased for just a moment and he shuffled us over, his hard cock still lodged firmly inside me.
He placed me on my back, head kind of halfway onto a pillow and legs spread wide, tangled up in each other.
His weight sank pleasantly into mine, his larger frame encompassing my body.
It might’ve felt claustrophobic from anyone else, but Aiden had always been easy to surrender to, once I let myself do it.
My legs relaxed, stretching out and spreading even wider, letting him press in closer as he thrust into me. Setting the pace fully this time, his lips were sweet and searing on my neck. I cradled him close, wrapping one thigh around him.
“That’s it,” I urged, the pace quicker, harder now that we weren’t relying on my weakened thighs. “Harder, please—”
He could never deny me anything, and he wasn’t about to start now.
Aiden held my hip in one hand, his other reaching down to rub my clit as he fucked me in earnest. Our labored breaths mixed together as he stole whatever kisses he could in between smooth, strong strokes of his thick cock against my trembling, tightening walls.
Pushing and pressing against my core until—
I came with a hoarse cry, clenching hard around him, clutching at his shoulders as I buried my face in his neck.
I panted against him, whimpering and shuddering, the slapping sounds of him sliding in and out of my excess slick were loud and obscene even as my orgasm slowly ebbed.
His thumb stopped circling my clit, and he used his hand to prop his hips up and drive in on a steeper angle for a few more pushes.
At first I thought he was getting ready to blow…
But Aiden was far from finished.
I was still twitching when he rolled us onto our sides, dragging me with him, still buried deep inside. His arms locked around my waist, holding me against his chest. My thighs ached. My pussy was so raw and slick it throbbed with every twitch of his cock.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured against my temple, voice low and wrecked. I made a sound I didn’t recognize. “Look at you. Can’t even talk.”
I could barely breathe. My face was pressed into his neck, his musky scent surrounding me with a deep sense of safety.
His cock twitched once inside me. Still rock-hard. Still greedy.
My stomach fluttered with panic and need all at once. “Aiden… I don’t think I— I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” he murmured, cupping my jaw and kissing me. “You will. Just one more, baby. One more. For me.”
He shifted, dragging my leg over his hip and grinding in slow, deep circles. I let out a strangled whimper, my voice broken, throat dry. My pussy had been fucked raw, overstimulated, and yet it clenched around him again as if the past few times hadn’t happened.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “You’re still fucking sucking me in. You need it, don’t you? You’re so horny for me you can’t help yourself.”
I whined helplessly. “Don’t… Stop…”
“You’re doing so good,” he said, rocking into me slowly now, the stretch relentless. “Your tight little pussy taking me in deep again.”
His hand slipped between my thighs, thumb circling my swollen clit, and I cried out, my whole body seized with a quaking shudder.
“Shh, I got you,” he breathed. “Just give me one more. You can do that for me, can’t you?”
I nodded. I didn’t trust my voice anymore. I was already coming apart again, my body jerking in his arms with every grinding thrust.
He kissed my cheek. My jaw. My mouth.
Then he fucked me.
Slow. Deep. Devastating.
His cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside me, every thrust making me flinch and quiver, my orgasm building with a heat that felt too much.
“Come on, baby,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with hunger. “I wanna feel you come around me again. I wanna feel that pussy milk me dry.”
And then it hit me.
No warning. No control. Just pure, raw bliss that tore through my body like fire.
I clenched so hard around him I saw white. My legs shaking, moans broken and gasping as I fell over the edge.
Aiden groaned, deep and low, then thrust in hard. And stayed there.
“Fuuuck…”
His cock twitched through his climax, and he shot his load deep. Thick. Hot. Endless. He spilled so much it leaked out around him even before he’d pulled out of me.
Which didn’t happen.
Not for a long time.
He just held me.
His arms wrapped tightly around my shaking body, one hand stroking my hair while he whispered, “That’s my girl,” over and over.
I barely breathed.
He kissed my temple. My cheek. My lips. “You okay?”
I nodded into his chest. I was ruined. Fucked full.
And still, he didn’t let me go.
Instead, he spooned me, and kept his cock inside.
I didn’t remember falling asleep. Just the warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back, his arm heavy across my waist like he wasn’t planning on letting me go anytime soon.
The room had gone quiet, city lights dimming behind the curtains, the kind of silence that only came after everything finally settled. My body felt loose, boneless, like I’d melted into the bed and taken him with me.
Aiden was already halfway gone. I could tell by the way his breathing had deepened, slower now, calmer. Every now and then his fingers twitched against my side, like even in sleep he was reaching for me.
My phone lit up on the nightstand and pulled me out of my daze. A sharp little ping that cut through the quiet.
I groaned softly, shifting just enough to reach for it, careful not to disturb him. My fingers fumbled for a second before I grabbed it, flipping it to silent out of instinct. The glow of the screen lit up the dark, and for a second I considered just ignoring it.
But my eyes caught the subject line of the email: Re: Placement at The San Antonio School of Fine Arts.
My stomach dropped, and I pushed up slightly on my elbow to read what it said.
Congratulations…
The word hit me right between the eyes, and the rest blurred together before snapping back into focus. Scholarship. Acceptance.
My heart kicked hard against my ribs. I stared at the screen, reading it again. And again. As if it might change if I blinked too hard.
I’d gotten it.
I’d actually gotten in.
Aiden stirred beside me, his arm tightening where it rested across me.
“What is it?” His voice was rough with sleep. “Everything okay?”
I blinked, the moment snapping in half. I turned the screen off quickly and set the phone back on the nightstand, face down like that might hide the weight of it.
“Yeah,” I said, sliding back down to tuck myself into him again. “It’s nothing. Go back to sleep.”
His breathing evened out again, sleep pulling him back under. But that was gone for me now. I stayed awake. Eyes wide open in the dark. Heart still racing.
Because it wasn’t nothing.
Not even close.