She nods.
“Good. Because I’m going down on my knees, and I’m going to suck your pretty pussy until you come on my face like a good girl.”
She moans, and fuck me, she likes being my good girl, which is fine by me. I’ve got plenty of ways she can please me, and it starts by parting her thighs and letting me taste her pussy.
6
LEXI
Holy shit. I’m pressed against the wall of a stranger’s cabin while a man I met less than an hour ago has his face buried between my legs. And I regret nothing.
Because Aiden doesn’t seem like a stranger. I’m not experienced with men, but that’s because I’ve never felt like this. This sudden rush of heat and desire, and the way he oozes not only sex appeal, but trust and something else. As if I’ve known him for years and not just minutes.
Aiden hooks one leg over his shoulder, and his hands cup my backside, and good god, he pulls me onto his tongue. I yelp at the sensation, but he only pulls me closer, his tongue and lips doing all sorts of things I never imagined a mouth could do.
I’ve had orgasms before, but never with a man and never like this.
One hand slides to my breast, and he tugs at my nipple as his mouth ignites every part of me. His rough tongue laps at my most intimate place, igniting a fire inside of me that I struggle to control. Heat radiates from my core and through my body, searing everything in its path as his tongue draws me closer to the edge, until my orgasm erupts in a blast of white-hot heat thatsweeps through my body like wildfire. I don’t have time to cool down before he scorches me again and again.
I’ve just peaked for the fourth time when there’s a high-pitched beeping noise.
“Fuck.” Aiden scrambles to his feet and races down the stairs, which is when I realize the cabin is filled with smoke.
I’d forgotten that Aiden was in the middle of cooking when I brazenly opened my towel, allowing him a peek at my body and igniting the flame that led to his tongue inside of me. And now, his cabin is going to burn down because of me.
I follow him down the stairs and throw the door open, letting the smoke escape into the night.
Aiden slides on oven mitts, pulls the chicken out of the oven, and dumps it in the sink. He turns the tap on, and the fire dissipates with a hiss and more smoke.
I grab a dishcloth and flap it over the smoke alarm, which is still going off. Aiden shuts the oven door and opens more windows, and as the smoke wafts into the cool night, the smoke alarm silences.
Aiden gives me a sheepish look. “I burned your dinner.”
I take in the black chicken pieces on his melted oven tray.
“The rice and vegetables are still good.”
His gaze runs over me, becoming heated once more, and I realize I’m still naked. I hold the dishcloth over myself, which makes Aiden laugh. “I’ve seen it all now, firefly.”
“I’m sorry. I distracted you.”
He slides an arm around my waist. “Are you kidding me? I’d let the entire cabin burn down for one taste of you.”
I duck my head, not sure how to take his words.
I’m not used to praise of any kind, and I can’t figure out if he means what he says, or if that’s what all men say to their one-night stands, or three-night stands if I’m lucky. Because no matter that I feel like I already know Aiden, and this connectionis not normal, in three days, I’m going back to my life in Jersey City. I’ve got one more year of school, and I need to get back to work if I’m going to make it to graduation, get out of the shitty side of town, and make something more of my life than my mother has.
“You’re getting goosebumps.”
Aiden runs his hands over my arms, giving me goosebumps of a new kind. I can’t believe I’ve just spent the last several minutes with his face buried between my thighs. It’s the last thing I expected to happen when I got off the bus today.
“Put this on.”
Aiden pulls a sweater from the back of a chair and hands it to me. It falls to my knees, and the arms are way too long, but it smells like him, and I like the smile he gives me when he sees me in it.
“You got a thing for fires, firefly?” He runs his hands down my arms, and the proximity of him makes my heart race.
“I’m sorry you burned the chicken.”