Chapter 29 #2
A knock raps on our locked door, and I spring out of my seat. Bex giggles as I rush over, wrenching it open to reveal my handsome ginger. He’s changed into a new set of team apparel, his hair dry and fluffy. I want to run my hands through it, settling the messy strands.
“Hey.” He steps forward and kisses my cheek.
Behind us, Bex squeals and claps with delight.
“Hi. You ready to go?”
Aidan grins. “You don’t have to work?”
“I’m good here. Nothing I can’t take care of tomorrow.”
“Awesome.” He kisses me again, sweet and chaste. “Get your bag. I’ll drive you home.”
I love that he knows I didn’t drive in. Not because I want to manipulate him into driving me, but because he knows I hate driving, period.
He leans against the closed door as I pack up my stuff.
“How long has this been going on?” Bex asks him. She knows better than to try to get any information out of me.
“Not long enough.”
She sighs, fluttering her lashes. “Why didn’t you tell me?” This, she directs to me.
“There wasn’t anything to tell before. Now there is.”
“You’re going to treat my girl right?”
“You know it.” Aidan runs a hand through his hair, eyes locked on me as I move around my desk. “Always have. Always will.”
She swoons again. “You know, this means we can double-date now. Triple, with Vanessa and Sven.”
“Definitely,” he cuts in before I can answer. “We’d love to spend time with your friends.”
My eyebrows dart up into my hairline. “We would?” Isn’t that something we need to discuss first? I know we just agreed to a double date with Colt, but this…
“They’re your friends. They’re important to you,” he says. “That means they’re important to me. And they’re my teammates. I like my teammates.”
He says it like it’s that simple. And maybe to him, it is.
“Okay, then yes, we can go on a double date,” I tell Bex. “We can figure it out later. Right now, I’ve gotta get home.”
“Yes, you do.” She smirks. “Get out of here.”
Aidan reaches for me, taking my backpack off my shoulder and slinging it onto his, then sliding his hand into mine.
“See you around.”
He pulls me from the office, holding my hand the entire way out to the parking lot.
“So, uh, that happened,” he mutters as he helps me into the car. His face flushes, and it has nothing to do with the bitter January wind whipping around us.
“I guess the cat’s out of the bag. How are you feeling?”
“I meant what I said. I don’t want to hide.” He closes the door for me, then rounds the car and continues, “I texted Hailey. She’s gloating already.”
“For setting us up?” I giggle. “She can take the credit. You and I know the truth.”
He leans over the console and kisses me. “No regrets?”
“None.” I kiss him again. “Now take me home.”
“Your place?”
I grin. “Nope.”
He lets out a groan, letting his head fall back against the headrest. “You’re going to kill me.”
The drive back to his apartment takes forever. His hand falls to my thigh, thumb swirling circles into my skin through the thick sweatpants. The warmth of his touch seeps through the fabric, heating me from the inside out.
When we finally reach his building, he takes me upstairs, undresses me in the cool light of day, and takes care of me. Every need, every want, every desire.
Only after I’ve come twice on his tongue does he let me bring him pleasure, and I suck him into my mouth, relishing the heady, salty taste of him.
His cock is the perfect thickness; not too big, not too small, the perfect boyfriend dick.
When we progress to more—if we progress to more—I won’t have to be worried about being uncomfortable.
Aidan’s hands thread through my hair, not tugging, not pulling. He simply cradles my skull, his reverent sighs spurring me on.
I’m glad he’ll let me touch him in this way. We’re still experimenting to find what works for him, what will trigger him, and how he can let himself go enough to enjoy it. I would hate to make him uncomfortable, even if by accident.
His cock is heavy on my tongue, the salty, bitter precum lighting up my taste buds proof that he’s enjoying this. Proof that he wants this. Wants me.
My hand works the parts of him that won’t fit in my mouth as my tongue dances along the throbbing veins lining his shaft. With the other, I cup his balls, sliding my fingers to the sensitive skin behind them.
“Ceci.” He chokes out my name, his voice lust-drenched. “I’m—I need to—”
I pull off his cock, licking on the underside where his shaft meets his balls. “You’re such a good boy, Aidan. Come for me.”
Sucking him into my mouth again, I swirl my tongue around his dripping crown.
His fingers tightening in my hair is the only warning I get before he unleashes down my throat. I swallow him down, then lick him clean until he twitches away, likely oversensitive.
He reaches for me, manhandling me until I’m laid out at the head of the bed again, my hair fanning across the pillows.
And then he returns the favor. Again.
Half-delirious, we clean up and crawl back into bed. He curls his big body around me, holding me tight.
“Stay the night,” he murmurs, just like last time.
And again, I find myself agreeing.
So maybe penetrative sex is still off the table. That’s fine. I can work with that. I can’t wait to find all the other ways I can bring him to the brink of pleasure and then finally let go.