18. Paige #2
Aiden’s grip loosens, but he doesn’t release me. “I was tested too. I’m clean, and there hasn’t been anyone since Krista.”
“We already agreed there’s no one else.”
“We did.”
“I want to feel you without anything between us.” I stroke him slowly. “Do you want that?”
His cock jerks in my hand.
“More than I should.”
“That isn’t an answer.”
“Yes.” The word comes out rough. “I want you bare.”
“If either of us changes our mind, we use condoms again.”
“Agreed.”
“And stopping them doesn’t change anything else between us.”
His jaw tightens, but he nods. “I understand.”
I believe him.
I straddle his lap.
Aiden starts to reach for me.
I give him a look.
His hands return to the chair arms, although the effort is more obvious now.
“That competitive streak is becoming inconvenient,” he says.
“You challenged a fictional man in my bedroom. You created this problem.”
I guide him to my entrance and lower myself slowly. My pussy is still sensitive from the orgasm, and the first press makes me suck in a breath. His expression tightens with every inch I take.
“Fuck,” he says when I settle fully over him.
“You don’t move until I tell you.”
His restraint slips, a muscle jumping in his jaw.
I rise and sink onto him again.
Aiden’s head presses into the chair. His fingers flex against the chair arms beside my hips while I set the pace, slow enough to feel every ridge of his bare cock.
“You like giving instructions,” I whisper. “How do you feel about following them?”
“Currently reconsidering my position.”
I circle my hips. He lets out a fractured breath.
“Your position seems effective.”
“Paige.”
I ride him faster, watching his control unravel in all the ways he always catches in me. His jaw tightens. His stomach contracts. His gaze turns hungry when I pull my shirt over my head.
“Touch me,” I say.
His palms cover my breasts at once.
“Still no thrusting.”
“You’re enjoying this.”
“Immensely.”
I tighten around him and roll my hips until a strained curse leaves him.
His thumbs drag across my nipples. “The bastard in that book never got this far.”
“He couldn’t follow directions.”
“And I can?”
“So far.”
Aiden’s hands slide to my waist. He holds me without stealing the rhythm, his restraint fraying beneath my palms.
I lean close enough to brush my mouth over his. “Give it to me, Aiden.”
His grip tightens.
I drive down once more, taking him deep.
“Where?” he asks.
“Inside me.” I press my mouth to his. “I want to feel it.”
Aiden makes a sound I’ve never heard from him.
He drives into me once more and holds me down against him. His cock jerks deep inside me as he comes, each hot pulse making my tender body clench around him again.
His hands grip my waist, holding me flush against him until he’s empty.
For several seconds, neither of us moves.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
“That good?”
His eyes open. “You felt me come inside you and you’re asking if it was good?”
“I enjoy praise.”
Aiden catches the back of my neck and kisses me. “It was the hottest thing I’ve ever felt.”
I rest my forehead against his and smile. “I think I understand the appeal of instructions now.”
“That would sound more convincing if you weren’t still sitting on me.”
I glance down at where our bodies remain joined. “You’re the one who told me to take my time.”
“I was referring to your orgasm.”
“Instructions should be specific.”
Aiden’s laugh rumbles through him. I rise enough for him to slip free, and he lifts me from the chair.
“I can walk.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you carrying me?”
“Because I want to.”
He carries me to the bed and lowers me onto the mattress. Instead of reaching for the washcloth, he stretches out beside me and pulls me against his chest.
For several minutes, neither of us says anything.
His breathing slows. My body relaxes against him, heavy and satisfied.
Aiden’s fingers trace the outside of my thigh.
I reach toward the nightstand for the special edition.
Aiden catches my wrist.
“What?”
“I’m not finished.”
I glance down his body. His cock is already hardening again against my thigh.
“That was fast.”
“You told me to sit still while you rode me bare.” His hand slides over my ass. “Then you let me come inside you. I’ve been thinking about bending you over that chair for the last twenty minutes.”
“You mentioned it.”
“I wasn’t making conversation.”
His hand closes around my hip, and he turns me beneath him.
Aiden kisses me hard, his tongue pushing into my mouth while his knee parts my thighs. There’s none of the restraint he showed in the chair.
I reach for him, but he catches both my wrists in one hand and presses them above my head.
The sudden control sends a rush of heat through me.
His eyes hold mine. “Do you want what I described?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I want you to bend me over and fuck me from behind.”
Aiden’s jaw clenches.
“Hard?”
“Yes.”
His hand tightens around my wrists. “Do you want me to spank you?”
The question lands in my pussy.
“Yes.”
“How hard?”
“Enough that I feel it.”
“You tell me if it’s too much.”
“I will.”
He releases my wrists and pulls me from the bed.
Aiden turns me toward the reading chair and presses one hand between my shoulder blades.
“Bend over.”
I grip the arms of the chair and lower myself across the back. The leather presses beneath my breasts, leaving my ass exposed behind me.
Aiden runs one palm over it.
“Spread your legs.”
I step wider.
His fingers slide between my thighs and through the wet mixture already coating me. He pushes two fingers into my pussy, and the sound is obscene in the quiet room.
“So fucking wet.”
“You left evidence.”
“I plan to leave more.”
He withdraws his fingers and grips my hips.
The first smack lands across my ass.
The sharp sting pulls a gasp from me.
Aiden immediately rubs his palm over the heated skin. “Too much?”
“No.”
“Again?”
“Yes.”
The second slap is harder.
Pleasure follows the sting so quickly that my pussy clenches.
Aiden sees it.
“Fuck, baby. You like that.”
I look over my shoulder. “You sound surprised.”
“I’m trying not to lose my mind.”
“Try harder.”
His hand lands against my ass again.
The crack echoes through the room, followed by my moan.
“That what you wanted?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
He presses the head of his cock to my entrance. I’m swollen and sensitive, but my body opens for him as he pushes inside.
Aiden groans behind me.
“Jesus Christ. I can still feel my cum inside you.”
His words make my fingers tighten around the chair.
He slides deeper until his hips meet my sore ass.
“Aiden.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“Fuck me.”
“How?”
“Hard.”