10. Paige #2
I pull him down the hall, kissing him between uneven steps until the back of my knees hit the mattress. He reaches for my shorts, but I catch his wrist.
“Your clothes first.”
“Giving orders now?”
“You said you can be taught.”
“Teach me.”
I open his pants and push them down with his boxer briefs. His cock springs free, thick and hard, and the reality of what I asked for sends a sharp thrill through me.
Aiden watches my face. “Still with me?”
“I’m deciding where I want you.”
“Take your time.”
I wrap my hand around him. He’s hot and heavy in my palm, so much thicker than he felt through his jeans. His stomach tightens when I stroke from base to tip.
“Paige.”
“You’re very demanding for a man telling me to take my time.”
He catches my face and kisses me, then strips off my shorts and underwear. My sports bra follows. His hands move over my breasts, my waist, and my hips with an eagerness that wasn’t there at the lake.
He cups one breast and drags his thumb over my nipple. “I’ve been thinking about getting my hands on these since you took off your shirt.”
“You took your time.”
“I had three miles to reconsider every decent impulse I’ve ever had.”
His mouth closes over my nipple, and the wet pull of his tongue makes my fingers tighten in his hair.
“Condom,” I gasp.
“Front pocket of my pack.”
“You packed condoms for a hike?”
“You told me what you wanted. I listened.”
I slip into the hall, retrieve one, and return to push him onto the bed. His attention sharpens as I tear the wrapper and roll the condom down his length.
“Come here, sweetheart.”
I climb over him and straddle his hips. His hands settle on my thighs without directing me. I chose this position because it gives me control. Now that he’s beneath me, naked and waiting, everything feels far more real than it did when I described it at the lake.
He slides one hand between my legs and strokes through my wetness.
I rock against his fingers. “I’m ready.”
“I know.” He circles my clit once more. “I want you so wet that taking me feels good.”
“It already does.”
His eyes move between my legs. “Then put me inside you.”
I grip his cock and guide him to me. The first press stretches more than his fingers did. I lower myself another inch, trying to keep my breathing even.
His hands settle at my hips. “Slow.”
“I can handle it.”
“I know you can.” His grip tightens enough to stop me from dropping down too quickly. “Give your body time to adjust.”
The concern in his voice steadies me. I sink lower, letting the stretch build gradually until a sharp edge of discomfort makes me pause.
Aiden goes completely still.
“That okay?”
“Yes.” I shift my hips and take another inch. “You’re just…a lot.”
His jaw tightens. “That may be the best thing anyone has ever said to me.”
I laugh, and the movement pushes him deeper.
The laugh breaks into a gasp.
“Easy,” he says, although his voice sounds anything but calm. “You’re almost there.”
I brace my hands on his chest and sink down the rest of the way. The stretch turns into a deep, full pressure that steals my breath when my thighs finally meet his hips.
“Fuck.”
Aiden’s fingers tighten against me. “Say that again.”
I look down at him. “What?”
“Fuck.” His voice drops into a rough rasp. “I like hearing the town’s sweet librarian say it with my cock buried inside her.”
My pussy tightens around him.
His eyes darken. “Exactly like that.”
“That good?”
I make a slow, experimental rock. Pleasure pulses through me, heavier and fuller than anything his mouth or hands gave me. This is all of him inside me, his cock dragging against places that have never felt this good before.
“Again,” I say.
Aiden’s grip tightens as I lift and lower. “Take it exactly how you want it.”
I find a rhythm, bracing my palms on his chest. He watches his cock disappear inside me, and the undisguised hunger on his face makes my pussy tighten around him again.
“Fuck, Paige.” His eyes lift to mine. “Do that again.”
“What?”
“Squeeze my cock like that.”
Heat rushes over my face, but I tighten around him deliberately.
His head presses into the pillow. “Good girl.”
The rough praise makes me move faster.
“That’s it,” he says. “Ride me.”
I do, lifting until only the head remains inside me before taking him all the way back to the base. Each downward stroke hits deeper. My breasts move with the rhythm, and his attention shifts between them and the place where our bodies meet.
“You like watching,” I breathe.
“I like watching the librarian who tells everyone else to be quiet fuck herself on my cock.”
A moan slips out of me.
Aiden’s hands tighten on my hips. “There she is.”
“Who?”
“The woman hiding underneath all those cardigans and sensible rules.”
“I don’t hide.”
“No?” His eyes hold mine as I take him deep again. “Then tell me what you want.”
“I want you to touch my clit.”
His mouth curves with approval. “Where?”
I catch his hand and place his thumb against me. “Right here.”
“Here.”
“Show me.”
I guide one circle, then another. “Like that.”
He follows exactly, matching the pressure to every movement of my hips. Pleasure builds until my legs begin to shake.
“Yes,” he says, his voice rough.
“What?”
“You telling me how to make it better.” His thumb keeps the circle I showed him. “I want to know exactly how to make this pussy come.”
My rhythm stutters. He isn’t just letting me lead. He wants me to tell him. He wants the instruction, the correction, every honest sound I make when he gets it right.
“Aiden.”
“I’ve got you.”
His arm circles my waist, and he rolls us without slipping out of me. The mattress catches my back. He braces above me, one hand still between us.
“Tell me what you need.”
I wrap my legs around him. “Fuck me harder.”
Aiden goes still for one breath.
“What?” I ask.
“I fucking love hearing you say that.”
His hips draw back slowly, leaving me empty except for the head of his cock.
“Say it again, sweetheart.”
“Fuck me hard.”
A rough sound leaves him. “The whole town thinks you’re their sweet little librarian.”
“I am their librarian.”
His grip closes around my hip. “You’re the woman in my bed begging me to fuck her harder.”
“I’m not begging.”
“Not yet.”
He drives into me, and the force pulls a cry from my throat. His cock fills me in one hard stroke before he withdraws and does it again.
“Like that?”
“Yes.”
“Use your words.”
“Fuck. Yes, like that.”
“Goddamn, I like that mouth.”
He thrusts harder.
“Look at me.”
I open my eyes.
His face is tight with restraint, his breathing rough as he holds himself over me. “I want to see the exact second my cock makes you come.”
“Then don’t slow down.”
He doesn’t.
Each thrust drives me into the mattress, hard and precise, while his thumb keeps working my clit. I stop thinking about where to put my hands or how loud I am. I hold on to his shoulders and let every gasp, plea, and filthy word out.
Aiden listens to all of it.
“Harder.”
He gives it to me.
“Right there.”
He keeps the same angle.
My pussy tightens around him, and a rough groan tears from his chest.
“You feel that?” he asks. “You’re already squeezing my cock.”
“I’m close.”
“I know.” His forehead presses to mine. “Let me hear that sweet mouth when you come.”
The pleasure crests so sharply it startles me. My back arches, and I cry out as my pussy clenches around him in hard, pulsing waves.
“That’s it,” Aiden says. “Come all over my cock.”
He keeps fucking me through every contraction. His rhythm turns rough and uneven, his control finally giving way.
“Paige.”
The sound of my name is strained and almost desperate.
“Come for me, Aiden.” I dig my heels into his ass and pull him deeper. “I want to feel you lose control.”
His body locks over mine. He thrusts deep and comes with a low groan, his cock pulsing inside the condom while his arms tighten around me.
We stay tangled together while our breathing slows.
Then his weight eases, and he kisses me slowly.
“Better than the book?” he asks.
A tired laugh escapes me. “The hero talked less.”
“He missed useful information.”
Aiden takes care of the condom and returns with water and a warm cloth. He gently cleans between my legs before pressing the bottle into my hand. He waits until I drink before climbing back into bed. I pull the quilt over us and settle against his chest.
His fingers comb through my damp hair.
I should tell him which side of the bed is mine.
I fall asleep before I can say it.