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.
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?”