Understanding breaking in, I scramble to comply, trying to push away any remaining fear I have over him seeing the marks on my chest, knowing he’s already seen them and seems to want me anyway, but my fingers fumble on the first button at my collar when he finally wraps a wide, warm hand around my length.
“Fuck,” I murmur, somehow managing to unbutton more even as my head tips against the door and my eyes close at the first long, gorgeous stroke. At the first moment when I get to feel him touching me after so many nights lying awake thinking about it. “Fuck.”
Aiden chuckles. “Really aren’t so sharp when you’re horny.” He removes his hand, and I’m certain that I actually whimper before I hear him spit into his palm once more. “If I’d known all it took was my hand around your cock to stop you running that mouth…” He puts it there again, slicker this time, and it really doesn’t help with the whimpering.
“Can think of another—” I moan when he picks up the pace, stroking me faster, his other hand brushing up the inside of my thigh to cup the rest of me. Testing what I like most yet at the same time seeming to have no doubt. All the while, I grip his shoulders as if I’m going to pull him up and reverse our positions, as if I’m going to strip him just as bare. And I will…I need to. I need to see him, too.
But for now, he stays on his knees and gives me another look, the warning in it only softening when I make it to the last button of my shirt and let it fall open at my sides.
“Good boy,” Aiden praises, his gaze sweeping up and down, and somehow this feels even more intimate than anything else he’s done in the last few moments. “So fucking pretty.”
I wonder if he notices it. The immediate heat beneath my skin. “Could be prettier. If you’d let me show you another way to stop merunning my mouth…”
“Not yet,” he murmurs. “Had enough quiet for a while.” His eyes momentarily flick to the fresh bandage before he meets my gaze again. “Which is why you’re going to be nice and loud for me, all right?”
I nod, not capable of more than that. Then he takes me in his mouth.
“Aiden, you—” I groan, feeling him around the width of me, bringing me deeper and deeper until he has almost all of me, his head bobbing while I bury my fingers in his hair. And I’m so afraid that I’m going to come already that it’s almost a relief when he pulls away again.
“Cy.” He says my name in a low gravelly tone, one of his fingers sliding inside his mouth and releasing with a wet pop. “Louder.”
Another nod is the only response I can manage before he wraps his lips around the head of my cock and sucks before guiding me deeper to the back of his throat. At the same time, I feel his hand slip between my legs so he can place that finger against my entrance. I groan and his eyes flash to mine, the question clear.
“Yes,” I murmur, and then say louder just as he asked, “Please.”
He starts to brush his fingertip there while he continues to work himself up and down my cock, slow circles at first until he eases his finger inside, appearing just as desperate when I notice his other hand palm himself through his slacks, when I am able tofeelhim moan more than I even hear him.
“Please,” I say, my eyes squeezing shut as the pressure at the base of my spine builds higher and higher. “Aiden, I’m goingto…” I tighten my grip on his hair and pull him up, not nearly ready, and this time he goes, his mouth immediately seeking mine when he’s standing in front of me again.
“Can I fuck you?” he pants against my mouth. “Can you—do you want to? If you’re hurtin’…”
“I think I’d be hurting a lot more if you didn’t.” My fingers are flying across his own buttons far faster than I’d handled my own, pushing his shirt down over his shoulders so that he’s temporarily bound by the sleeves. I moan at the image, biting into my bottom lip, but decide to save that idea for later. Although nottoomuch later.
“You want it like this?” Aiden asks as soon as his hands are free to grip my waist while I move to the button of his slacks. “Your favorite position?”
I grin, my chest aching. “You remember.”
“That you told me you liked to be fucked against a wall?” he mutters, a hiss of air passing through his teeth when I finally manage to slip my hand down the front of his pants and wrap my fingers around him, and,fuck, while I’m certain no one would ever describe me as small, he really is impressive. My stomach flips even before he adds, “Hard to forget something like that.”
“Wasn’t the wall,” I inform him, pressing my forehead against his as I touch him. “Was being at your mercy. Being with you,” I explain, the crease between his brows deepening as I squeeze the base of him. “That’s my favorite.”
“Christ,” he mutters, moving to cup my face and kissing me so hard that I really think he might draw blood. “Can’t believe you’re mine.”
I nod. “Yours. For a long time.”
I expect to see confusion on his face when he eases back to look at me, but I don’t. All I see is determination before he rids himself of the rest of his clothes with my help, then bends slightly, grabbing the backs of my thighs to pick me up and carryme the small distance to the bed.
“I wouldn’t have minded the wall,” I tell him, after he puts me on my back while he stays standing between my legs.
He shakes his head. “Want to be able to see you.” He leans over me, bracing himself there and kissing me as his hands roam my body. Still so worshipful in the way he touches me that I already know he’s condemned me to wanting it forever. Even more than before. So much so that I find myself wishing I really was his god just so I could absolve him of whatever sins he thinks he committed. Of whatever ones he’ll end up committing for me…
My pang of worry is quickly eclipsed by Aiden straightening, reaching for the chair still nearby and dragging it behind him with a slow scrape along the wood floor before he sits. I lift myself up on my elbows so I can look down at him, wincing at the pain until I’ve adjusted to something I can bear, and I know he sees it this time because his eyes narrow.
“I know, I’m a terrible patient,” I acknowledge with a smirk that shifts to a grin. “Lecture me later. Fuck me now.”
Aiden rolls his eyes, but he also grips both my thighs and tugs me closer to him at the edge of the bed, spitting in his palm again before taking my cock in his hand, and there is something incredibly arousing about him stroking me while also glaring at me. “Maybe I’ll do both. Maybe then you’ll actually listen.”
My head falls back as the need starts to build again, a single word escaping on a sigh. “Doubtful.”