He’s only watching me, but that’s enough for a primal sensation to hit me.
It’s like he’s burning and melting me with his gaze.
“Aiden…”
I don’t know why I call his name. All I know is that I can’t bear the suffocating tension.
“Hmm. You’re wet.” He releases a thigh to trace a thumb up my folds. “Were you wet since I kissed you? Or after I threw you on the bed?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“I love kissing you.”
So do I.
Damn me, so do I.
“Your lips were made for me, sweetheart.” He pauses. “Everything about you was made for me.”
He places a chaste kiss on my folds. The contact is so intimate, so… crude that a shudder crawls down my spine.
“Did someone eat your pussy before? Did you let them?” There’s an edge to his tone as if he doesn’t want to hear the answer.
His mere words are enough to paint a dirty picture in my head. Aiden’s mouth on my most intimate part.
I want that picture.
If I don’t get that picture, I’ll probably dream about it and wake up with my hand between my legs.
He flicks a thumb against my clit. “Answer me.”
I suppress a moan. “N-no.”
He freezes, and I do too. What have I done?
Was this some sort of a test and I screwed it up?
“And no one will in the future.” He thrusts a finger inside me, making me arch off the bed. “Your pussy will only know my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. Is that clear?”
I nod. I would’ve nodded to anything at the moment because I’m busy telling my body not to grind against his finger and not to recall how that same finger brought me to the throws of pleasure not so long ago.
“I won’t take it easy on you.” Aiden’s voice and eyes darken. “You don’t get to tap out. You don’t get to tell me to stop. You don’t get anything.”
My lips part as goosebumps erupt all over my skin.
“I need you to understand that.” His grip on my thigh tightens as if he’s restraining himself. “I won’t stop.”
This would be one of those times where it’d be wiser to flee and never return. Aiden is going out of his way to give me a chance to stop now before he’s all in. Any normal human would take the chance.
Obviously, I’m not normal.
“I understand.”
Two words. Two simple words. And I’m done for.
Aiden lunges at me like a madman. He removes his finger, and before I can protest, his tongue swipes from the bottom of my slit to the top.
Oh. God.
My head rolls back and my back arches off the bed. He does it again. I cry out at the intrusive, enthralling sensation.
An unfamiliar tightness grips my stomach. My chest squeezes so hard, I’m genuinely scared something is wrong with my defective heart.
The fact that a single touch can cause this raw reaction is scary. Thrilling, but scary all the same.
Something within me unlocks.
It’s a detonation. An awakening.
I’m thrashing, mewling, and gripping the bedsheets as if they’re lifelines. What in the ever living hell is he doing?
He nibbles on my clit before he thrusts his tongue inside me, fucking me like it’s his cock.
“Aiden… Oh, my God, Aiden!!”
He stops, his head peeking from between my thighs with a shit-eating grin on his face. “I love the idea of being your God.”
Then his tongue plunges inside me again.
I’m a goner.
I’m a victim of him and his wicked tongue.
He fucks me with it like he’s worshipping me and punishing me at the same time. His pace is relentless, unapologetic, and so out of freaking control.
There’s nothing predictable about what he’ll do next or how far he’ll go.
I can’t help falling into his well-crafted web like a dumb fly.
I can’t resist it.
I can’t resist him.
His thumb and forefinger flick my clit and all the building comes crashing down. I fall apart with a wordless scream. The fierce sensation is like being wrenched into a storm.
I ride the hurricane, not wanting to find a landing.
When I do come down, I expect to find Aiden staring at me with a smug gleam.
He’s not.
He continues eating me out. His tongue licks up and down my wetness without as much as a pause. My skin is sensitive and every lap of his mouth springs both pleasure and pain.
“Stop…”
I grip a handful of his jet black hair and try to push at him, but he thrusts his tongue in and out of me. This time, he adds a finger. I writhe against the bed, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“Please…” I’m pushing and pulling him at the same time. The assault of endless sensations kills me slowly like death by a thousand cuts.
“This time, scream.” He rasps, eyes hazy with lust before he pounds both his finger and his tongue inside me.
Another shattering orgasm sweeps over me. My scream cracks into a sob. I’m a crying, screaming mess. My voice turns hoarse. My nipples throb in pain both from his earlier assault and the over-stimulation of my sex. My head is dizzy and I can barely open my eyes.
Aiden isn’t stopping.
“Please, please, please…” I’m crying and gripping his shoulder. “No more, I beg you.”
I expect him to brush me off and hit me with another orgasm.
Aiden’s head glances from between my thighs and he does a slow show of licking his moist lips.
No. He’s not licking his lips. He’s licking me off his lips.
Why is that so hot?
Aiden crawls atop me and kisses me with abandon and animalistic need. He grabs my face and plunges his tongue against mine. My sensitive core pulses at tasting myself on him.
“Do you like your taste?” he whispers against my lips. “I sure as fuck do.”
My cheeks flame.
“Let me see if you’ll still taste the same after one more orgasm.”
I grip his bicep. “Don’t. Please.”
I don’t think I can take any other stimulation.
He swipes his tongue along my bottom lip. “What will I get in return?”
“My appreciation?” I give a weak smile.
He shakes his head. “You have to step up your game.”
I place a hesitant hand on his T-shirt, rise up and capture his lips in a tentative kiss. He groans before he deepens the kiss, leaving me breathless and boneless.
When I break apart, he smirks. “Still not enough.”
If I can keep the attention on him, he’ll leave me alone, right?
I push him back so he’s sitting on his haunches and I’m in a similar position in front of him. “Take off your T-shirt.”
He raises an eyebrow as if he doesn’t know where I’m taking this. “Why would I do that?”
“Just do it.”
He chuckles as he pulls the back of his T-shirt over his head and throws it behind him.
I try not to gawk and fail miserably. If he looked good with his uniform and jersey on, then he’s looking absolutely delectable with nothing on.
The hard ridges of his muscles aren’t only cut, but they’re also defined like he spent time sharpening every ab. He has a few beauty moles at his side like the one at the corner of his eye.