“Just like I’m sitting in the dark with some guy I know even less?” I snap back, too emotionally damaged to accept there is any possibility that Aiden cares about me. I also realise my words are a lie, I feel like I know Aiden way more than I knew Neill, on a deeper level that I could never connect with Neill on.
Before I can blink, Aiden stretches his upper half across the centre-console, rushing towards me and wrapping his hand around the front of my neck, in his signature intimidation move.
“You deserve so much better than him,” he murmurs quietly, rubbing his thumb up and down the side of my neck absent-mindedly. “No halfway decent human being would leave a girl out here, alone, in the middle of the night,” he growls angrily, but I can see the concern in his eyes.
I can barely comprehend his words, what with my brain on the fritz due to his hand wrapped around my throat. Not because he’s cutting off my oxygen or scaring me, no, it’s because every shallow breath I take is soaked in his scent of soap, leather and expensive single-malt whiskey. My skin is on fire where I can feel him rubbing his calloused thumb over the pulse point in my throat. Dammit, I feel all the wanton dirty sexual chemistry for him that I wanted to feel for Neill.
In a moment of insanity and desperate need, I smash my lips against his, pushing all of my hate and frustration into that single bit of contact.
Instead of pushing me away like I expect him to, he uses his grip on my throat to pull me closer, dragging me with him as he shifts over to his side of the car, until he’s lounging comfortably in his seat and I’m hovering above him, in the same position I was in with Neill, but this time I won’t be stopping. I couldn’t even if I wanted.
Pulling back from his lips, I frantically pull his top up, giving me a glimpse of his gorgeously toned abs and a peek at one of his many tattoos as it snakes up the left side of his abdomen, encompassing his left side and hip and disappearing round to his back and below the waistband of his jeans. I can’t make out the intricate details of the design in the darkness, not that I care when I start to feel his hands roaming over my sides and torso, as though they are trying to touch every bit of available skin. My flesh is on fire everywhere he touches, racketing my need for him higher and higher.
In his own desperate need, Aiden, impatient with my pause to take in the work of art that is his body, begins to pull my own top off and unhook my bra. He leans forward, dipping his head as he sucks on one of my nipples, using his free hand to pinch and twist the other one, releasing a loud wanton moan from my lips. My hips rock desperately against him causing us both to groan in longing.
His hand strokes down my left side, his thumb rubbing over the still sensitive bit of skin where my father burnt me. The skin is rough to touch and is still slightly reddened. He pulls back to look at the mark, but thankfully doesn’t ask me about it, instead moving his hands even lower, to the waistband of my jeans.
I barely get the chance to take in the beautifully intricate tattoos covering his arms, chest, and abdomen before he is pulling on the buttons of my jeans and forcing them down my legs. I hover over him while I unbutton his trousers, as he lifts his hips up for me. I shove them and his boxers down just enough to free his fucking magnificently pierced cock.
There is already a bead of pre-cum on the tip and I can’t help but run my thumb through it, bringing it to my mouth to suck on. He watches me with such desperation in his eyes, releasing a low, animalistic growl as I suck on my thumb, humming in pleasure.
The action pushes him over the edge, snapping the last bit of restraint he had, as his movements become frenzied. He shoves my panties to one side, sliding his fingers into my slick warmth. I’m already soaked and ready for him, and I sigh in satisfaction as he sinks into me. He slowly pulls his fingers back out and runs them up to my clit, rubbing it in a rough, fast circular motion that makes me forget about everything else that happened tonight.
My hand goes back down to stroke his cock as my breaths turn into pants and moans as my orgasm gets closer. Fuck he’s not even inside me yet and I can already sense this is going to be an all-consuming climax.
Aiden’s other hand comes up to grab my hair tight in his fist, causing a bite of pain when he pulls my hair, angling my head to expose my neck. He bites down on the bend of my neck, causing the perfect blend of pain and pleasure, pushing me over the cliff. My orgasm crashes through me in a blinding flash of white light as I scream out his name.
Before I’ve had a chance to recover, I feel his thick length at my opening, and he slams into me, cursing and groaning as I gasp out at the initial sting of his intrusion. However, it is quickly followed by intense pleasure. He holds himself deep inside me, giving me a mere second to adjust to his girth before starting to move, and fuck does he feel incredible.
There is no nice and slow with Aiden. We quickly get into a fast, aggressive rhythm, both of us letting out our anger and frustration on each other as we pump and grind at a furious pace.
His hands hold my hips tightly, helping me keep up with the punishing rhythm he is maintaining, and I know there will be bruises tomorrow, but fuck if I care.
My hands are in his hair pulling roughly on the strands, both of us straddling the pain-pleasure line, as we vent our rage and fury and hate, and damn it has never felt so good.
All too soon I can feel another orgasm cresting as my pussy spasms, squeezing his thick girth tightly, and he groans as I cry out his name a final time before collapsing forward against his heaving chest, resting my forehead on his shoulder.
I can feel him breathing rapidly beneath me, his heart slamming against his chest. His hands loosen on my hips, but he doesn’t let go, instead holding me lightly, stroking his thumb back and forth while we both come down from our highs.
After a few minutes, when I’m sure I have regained some feeling in my legs, I swing myself over into the passenger seat and pull my trousers back up my legs. It's only when I see his cum running down my thighs that I realise we didn’t wear a condom. I had a coil inserted when I became sexually active, so that’s okay, but I’ve never been so stupid as to have unprotected sex with someone.
We don’t say anything while we each rearrange our clothes. I’m running my fingers through my hair, trying to untangle it a bit when Aiden starts the car and we drive back towards the mansion.
Neither of us says anything the whole journey back to town, but it’s a nice silence, a comfortable one.
Only once he is parked just out of sight of the guardhouse does Aiden speak up. “I’m clean by the way. Just so you know.”
I look over at him, trying to suss out if he’s lying, but I don’t think he is. “I’ve, uh, never had sex without a condom before,” he adds on sheepishly. Who would have thought I would ever see Aiden looking embarrassed. It’s not an expression you would ever associate with him, and it looks so out of place, seeing this confident, dangerous man look shamefaced.
Appreciating his honesty, I offer him mine. “Same, and I’m protected, so you don’t have to worry about anything on that front.”
We look at each other for a few minutes more, neither one of us sure what to say, before I offer him a soft smile, grab my bag and climb out of the car, heading towards the house.
Only once I’m safely back on my father’s property, with the gate closed behind me, does he take off down the street.