One of the arrow tattoos seems to be pointing straight at his heart.
I reach a hesitant hand to where his heart lies. My palm burns at the contact and my own heart nearly topples over at the skyrocketing beat in his.
The regular, healthy beat.
Not wanting to be caught feeling his heartbeat like a creep, I caress his hardened nipple feeling mine tighten and throb as if he’s touching it.
“I’m almost sure you don’t know how to be a cock tease.” His voice is rough, deep, and chilling. “But you are.”
“W-what?”
He snatches my hand from his nipple and flattens it against the thick bulge in his jeans. “Do you feel what your little teasing does to me?”
My eyes widen and my pulse drums in an irregular rhythm.
Before I can react, Aiden unzips his jeans and yanks them with his boxer briefs away, freeing his rock-hard cock.
Holy. Shit.
The only dicks I’ve seen in my life were from porn — I was curious, don’t judge. I always had the idea that the real thing isn’t as aesthetically pleasing — or big.
Well, I’m proved wrong because Aiden should get his crotch painted. Or photographed.
Or anywhere that’s not near me, basically.
That thing isn’t supposed to be within human reach.
Aiden watches me watch his cock with that dark look. “Have you wrapped those lips around a dick before?”
I gulp, shaking my head.
As if possible, Aiden’s erection hardens more.
“Fuck.” His eyes shine with a sheen of possessiveness that strikes deep within me.
My body leaps to attention, and I keep licking my lips even though I don’t mean to.
He pushes me so I’m lying on my back and he’s on top of me, his knees rest on either side of my face.
“You’ll let me fuck that mouth, sweetheart?”
My frantic eyes bounce between him and his dick.
“Or do you want me to fuck your pussy?”
Oh, God. He’ll break me if I let him inside me.
With one last gulp, I slightly part my lips.
That’s all the permission Aiden needs.
He plunges inside my mouth in one go. “Fuck.”
I try to take him in as much as possible, but he hits the back of my throat. My gag reflex shoots and tears spring to my eyes.
Aiden pulls out almost completely. I don’t get a chance to catch my breath before he slams in again.
He’s hard and rough and out of control.
“Do you know how much I fantasised about you taking me all in like a good little girl?” He rasps, grabbing a handful of my hair to angle my head and hit deeper. “Do you know how fucking beautiful you look stuffed with my cock?”
I make unintelligible sounds as I try to lick him and somehow slow him down.
It works since he rolls his hips and caresses my hair with rough fingers. “I should’ve done this before. You should’ve been mine before.”
I’m too full of his taste and the effects he has on my body to pay attention to what he says.
Since he likes what I’m doing, I continue with more energy. My tongue swipes up and down, and I cup his balls.
Aiden allows me to take my freedom even though he still has his grip on my hair.
Then, he picks up his pace thrusting in and out of my mouth before he curses as his shoulders stiffen. I watch mesmerised as he grunts and spills down my throat. I angle my head and try to swallow it all — despite the position.
Cum streams down the corners of my mouth. Aiden watches me with a mixture of awe and manic interest. That streak of possessiveness shines in his eyes as he follows the cum. He wipes it with his thumb and smears it on my lips.
“Open.”
I do. I just… do.
He thrusts his thumb into my mouth, smearing his taste over my tongue.
“This mouth is fucking mine,” he growls before pulling me into him and slamming his lips to mine.
I’m still hazy from the double orgasm and his orgasm. I kiss him sloppily at first, then open-mouthed and hungrily, matching his pace.
We spend a few minutes tangled around each other, kissing and exploring each other’s mouths.
Aiden keeps a possessive hand at my hip the entire time.
He pulls away from my mouth to stroke a strand of hair behind my ear. “Sober up, sweetheart. I’m just starting with you.”
“W-What?”
“Give me a minute and I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll scream the whole house down.”
My body throbs at the image, but I grip his bicep, shaking my head.
He narrows his eyes. “Why not?”
“I’m so sensitive. I don’t think I can’t take any more stimulation.”
He grins like the devil. “It’ll only make it more heightened when you come.”
“Aiden. No.”
“What did I say when we were getting started?”
I bite my lower lip and remain quiet.
He wraps a fistful of my hair around his hand. “What. Did. I. Say?”
“That I don’t get to tap out.”
“And what are you doing right now?”
“Aiden…”
“What are you doing right now, Elsa?”
“I didn’t think it’d be this intense, okay?” I blurt.
“And is that supposed to be my problem?”
I know that when he said he wouldn’t stop, he meant it. I’m just fighting a losing war, but I don’t even want to fight. I’m putting on a façade. A belief that I don’t want this. I just… like it when he takes what he wants.
That’s too immoral, isn’t it?
He smirks down at me. “You’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?”
“I really am sensitive.” I clench my thighs together, already feeling his growing bulge.
“But you still want to go on.”
It’s not a question. It’s an observation.
“You’re being a little tease, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He plays with my throbbing nipple causing my lids to shut. “You’re saying no just to have me dominate you into it.”
I moan. “I… do?”
“Oh yeah… you do. Deep down, you want me to fuck you, but this is your twisted version of playing hard to get. Did you do it with the one you lost your virginity to?”
“N-no. Only you.”
His fingers stop skimming over my nipples. I crack my eyes open to find him watching me with that slightly furrowed brow.
“Why?” he asks.
“Why what?”
“Why do you do that only with me?”
I only know you intimately, dickhead.
I shrug instead.
“I meant it earlier. I won’t stop.”
I always liked his brutal honesty. Aiden is a no filter type of person. His erection grows thicker and my thighs tighten at the promise.
“You won’t even pretend that you will?” I ask.
“Do you want me to lie to you?” His head tilts to the side as he studies me. “Would it make you feel better?”
“It’s not that. It’s…”
He holds my hands in his and draws circles on the palm. “I don’t know what I’m capable of when it comes to you. I want to think I have boundaries.” His dark eyes skim over my face. “But I don’t.”