Chapter 50 #2
He starts to brush his fingertip there while he continues to work himself up and down my cock, slow circles at first until he eases his finger inside, appearing just as desperate when I notice his other hand palm himself through his slacks, when I am able to feel him moan more than I even hear him.
“Please,” I say, my eyes squeezing shut as the pressure at the base of my spine builds higher and higher. “Aiden, I’m going to…” I tighten my grip on his hair and pull him up, not nearly ready, and this time he goes, his mouth immediately seeking mine when he’s standing in front of me again.
“Can I fuck you?” he pants against my mouth. “Can you—do you want to? If you’re hurtin’…”
“I think I’d be hurting a lot more if you didn’t.
” My fingers are flying across his own buttons far faster than I’d handled my own, pushing his shirt down over his shoulders so that he’s temporarily bound by the sleeves.
I moan at the image, biting into my bottom lip, but decide to save that idea for later. Although not too much later.
“You want it like this?” Aiden asks as soon as his hands are free to grip my waist while I move to the button of his slacks. “Your favorite position?”
I grin, my chest aching. “You remember.”
“That you told me you liked to be fucked against a wall?” he mutters, a hiss of air passing through his teeth when I finally manage to slip my hand down the front of his pants and wrap my fingers around him, and, fuck, while I’m certain no one would ever describe me as small, he really is impressive.
My stomach flips even before he adds, “Hard to forget something like that.”
“Wasn’t the wall,” I inform him, pressing my forehead against his as I touch him. “Was being at your mercy. Being with you,” I explain, the crease between his brows deepening as I squeeze the base of him. “That’s my favorite.”
“Christ,” he mutters, moving to cup my face and kissing me so hard that I really think he might draw blood. “Can’t believe you’re mine.”
I nod. “Yours. For a long time.”
I expect to see confusion on his face when he eases back to look at me, but I don’t. All I see is determination before he rids himself of the rest of his clothes with my help, then bends slightly, grabbing the backs of my thighs to pick me up and carry me the small distance to the bed.
“I wouldn’t have minded the wall,” I tell him, after he puts me on my back while he stays standing between my legs.
He shakes his head. “Want to be able to see you.” He leans over me, bracing himself there and kissing me as his hands roam my body.
Still so worshipful in the way he touches me that I already know he’s condemned me to wanting it forever.
Even more than before. So much so that I find myself wishing I really was his god just so I could absolve him of whatever sins he thinks he committed.
Of whatever ones he’ll end up committing for me…
My pang of worry is quickly eclipsed by Aiden straightening, reaching for the chair still nearby and dragging it behind him with a slow scrape along the wood floor before he sits.
I lift myself up on my elbows so I can look down at him, wincing at the pain until I’ve adjusted to something I can bear, and I know he sees it this time because his eyes narrow.
“I know, I’m a terrible patient,” I acknowledge with a smirk that shifts to a grin. “Lecture me later. Fuck me now.”
Aiden rolls his eyes, but he also grips both my thighs and tugs me closer to him at the edge of the bed, spitting in his palm again before taking my cock in his hand, and there is something incredibly arousing about him stroking me while also glaring at me.
“Maybe I’ll do both. Maybe then you’ll actually listen. ”
My head falls back as the need starts to build again, a single word escaping on a sigh. “Doubtful.”
He feels so fucking good, his palm and his fingers rough, his grip firm as I feel his mouth kissing up my inner thigh.
He pauses to suck a mark into my skin, another farther along as if leaving a path for himself to follow next time, and I hope that’s precisely what he’s doing as he releases my cock to wrap both his hands around my thighs and drag me even closer, giving himself better access before his mouth is on me.
At the sensation of his tongue at my entrance, I surrender any attempts to hold myself up, dropping onto the bed as I moan, gripping my own cock to keep myself from coming.
Squeezing harder when the pressure of his tongue becomes one of his fingers, then two after he grabs for the salve and starts using it for an entirely different purpose than I believe was the original intention. .
“Aiden.” My hips roll, driving him deeper, his other hand spanning across my stomach to pin me but I only grip it in my own, my nails digging in to his skin to once more leave crescent marks. “Fuck, please.”
“So pretty,” he groans, momentarily pressing his face into my inner thigh before pressing a third finger in and giving me time to adjust, still not wanting to hurt me.
“Cy, are you—” I drag the hand he has in mine higher, back up toward my face, forcing him to stand once more as he frames my jaw then kisses me hard. “Ready?
“Yes.” My whole body feels lit up already, so overwhelming that I’m not sure how I’ll survive him, but I will. So we can do this again. And again. And again. “Yes. Stop making me wait.”
He grins as he replaces his fingers with the broad head of his cock, the pressure building until he at last pushes himself inside, kissing me and moaning into my mouth every time he sinks forward a bit more. Overtaking every experience I’ve had before this one until I can no longer remember them.
“Fuck,” Aiden groans, sounding just as overcome. “You feel so fucking good. I’m—Cy, baby, need you to come. I can’t—.”
“It’s okay,” I reassure him, already astounded I’ve made it until now, already not sure how I can take more of him, but I really always have loved a challenge. “We’ve got time.”
So much time. Please, let it be so much time.
Aiden pulls out and when he thrusts in again, I roll my hips with him until he’s as deep as he can be.
He stays there and lets me feel him, lets himself feel me until he can’t help but move.
Until he can’t stop kissing me as he fucks me with one hand framing my face, his grip firm as if he’s still afraid I could slip away.
“I’m here,” I murmur to him. “You’re not alone anymore.”
He smiles against my mouth. “Neither are you.”
And a few moments later, when it finally does consume us, I think both of us actually believe it.