Chapter Seventeen #2
I thought I’d gauged his size through his suit pants. I’d been wrong. He was hard and thick. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get my fingers around that cock, much less fit it inside me. I wanted to try. I reached out a hand, almost touching when Aiden’s fingers caught mine and pulled them away.
“Not yet,” he said. “The look on your face is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and if you touch me right now I’m going to disappoint us both.”
I dragged my eyes from his erection, too aroused, too enraptured by the sight of his naked body to be embarrassed. Sparks of gold flashed in the brown of his eyes, and they burned. He reached behind me and tugged down the zipper of my dress. With a dip of my shoulder, I let it fall.
Aiden stared, absorbing me in my sheer pink demi-cup bra, panties that hid nothing, and tall, spiked black heels. I lifted a foot to step out of my shoes. Aiden scooped me into his arms, growling, “Leave them on,” as he strode to his room, stopping only to kick open the door.
He set me on the bed, gently, leaning down to pull off his socks and grab something from the bedside table.
“Take off your bra,” he ordered.
It didn’t occur to me to do anything else. I reached behind me and unfastened it, letting one strap, then the other, fall down my arms. The delicate lace slid down with every breath, moving in tiny degrees until it caught on my hard nipples and hung.
Aiden’s jaw was tight, flags of red on his cheekbones, but he didn’t move. He just watched as I shifted the tiniest bit and the bra fell away. I tugged it from my arms and tossed it over the side of the bed, laying back to brace myself on my elbows, my back arched, breasts high on my chest.
Aiden leaned down and tugged my panties over my hips, taking care not to tear them. I bit my lower lip to hold in a laugh. Seeing it, Aiden said in a murmur, “I’m framing these.”
I reached for his arm. He held back just long enough to roll on a condom before he covered me with his body, settling in between my thighs and taking my mouth with his.
Long, slow, drugging kisses. He wrapped one arm around my back, pressing my breasts into his chest as his mouth moved over mine, drifted down to nip and suck at that so sensitive patch of skin below my ear.
He pressed his hard cock between my legs, sliding it against my pussy, spreading my slick heat until we were both wet with my need for him, grinding together, the fat head of his cock rubbing over my clit, back and forth.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, holding him tight, sliding closer and closer to the edge, and he wasn’t even inside me.
The first orgasm hit me in a fast, hard wave that left me gasping as he ground his cock into my clit and let my pussy pulse against him. I was so caught up in the pleasure, drowning in it, that I didn’t tense as he pushed the head of his cock inside me.
All I could do was fight for breath and roll my head back into the bed. If I hadn’t just come, it might have hurt. It had been a long time, and I’d never seen a cock like Aiden’s, much less had one inside me.
My body pulsing with pleasure, languid with orgasm, I spread my legs further and rocked up into him, taking more, the painful stretch of it sharpening the last waves of my climax.
He pushed, and I rocked until he’d fit every inch of that glorious cock inside me.
Aiden pressed his forehead to mine, his breath coming in harsh pants. I clamped my knees to his sides, tilting my hips so the base of his cock ground into my clit. Aiden groaned.
“Vi, baby, I wanted to make this good for you, but I can’t—fuck, Vi.”
He was shaking from the sheer effort of holding back, and I was done with it. Sinking my fingers into his hair, I drew his head down and bit into his earlobe for just a second before I whispered, “Fuck me, Aiden. Hard.”
Something inside him snapped. He pulled his hips back and slammed them into me, the thick base of his cock grinding into my clit, sending shards of bliss through every inch of my body.
I held on, my mouth against his neck, my legs around his waist, as he fucked me in fast, brutal strokes, just the way I’d asked him to.
I couldn’t get my breath before I came again, shivering, gasping, my pussy clenching on his cock as my body refused to let him go. I clawed at his shoulders, shaking from the force of it.
He said my name. Just Violet as he went stiff and shuddered against me.
Aiden rolled to his back, taking me with him. I melted on top of him, every bone in my body limp and satisfied. My head rested on his shoulder and I nudged it closer, reaching my tongue to taste the hollow of his collarbone. Salty and Aiden, he tasted as good as I thought he would.
Our hearts pounded against one another as we lay there, his fingers stroking up and down my spine in a long, slow caress.
I was half-asleep when he eased me to the side and got up.
I thought about moving, heard water run, then shut off.
He came back and lifted me, tossing back the covers, easing us both beneath.
I never thought about it, just rolled into him, sliding my leg over his hip until it tangled with his, throwing my arm over his chest, and resting my head on his shoulder.
We drifted like that. I think I slept a little.
When I opened my eyes again, his fingers were moving absently in tiny circles on my arm.
My hand drifted down his side, over his hip, between his legs, to find him half hard.
His skin was like velvet where it covered his full sack, and silky smooth where it stretched over his rapidly hardening cock.
I played my hand over his length, squeezing and stroking, enjoying the weight of him, the feel of him, soft and smooth, steely and hot.
My thumb rubbed a bead of pre-come down over that tender spot on the underside of the head and he shivered.
I pulled myself from beneath his arm and slid down the bed. He said, “Violet,” but I ignored him.
I wanted this, and he was going to give it to me.
Resting my cheek between his hips, I opened my mouth and licked at the next bead of pre-come that rose. Aiden shivered again, and his hand closed over my shoulder. Not pulling me back, just holding on.
He was too big for me to take all of him, but I used my mouth and my tongue, licking and sucking, tasting every inch of that beautiful cock until his hands hooked under my arms and he dragged me up his body.
His kiss was ragged. Desperate. Uncontrolled. He pulled me up the bed, up and over his body until I was straddling him before he filled his hands with my hips and brought me to his mouth.
I’d barely braced my hands on the headboard before my eyes rolled up from the sensation of his lips sucking on my clit, tugging and pulling, devouring me, fucking his tongue inside me, taking me with a reckless hunger that had me shaking in orgasm twice before he flipped me to my back, rolled on a condom, and drove himself inside me.
He pulled my hands over my head and held them there, burying himself deep between my legs over and over, his mouth on my neck, teeth grazing my skin, biting and sucking, claiming me with his body as he pushed me to another peak, spilling himself into the condom as the pulse of my body pulled him over the edge.
This time I was out before he left the bed, my body limp, eyes drifting shut.
I woke in the night curled into him, my leg over his, his arm tight around my shoulders.
I wiggled closer to his heat, moaning a little with the pure pleasure of being so close to Aiden.
He pulled the blanket up higher and brushed his lips across the crown of my head.
I heard him say “Sleep, Vi,” before I drifted off again.