Pulling back, Riley fists my shirt, anger and pain dancing in her baby blues.
They glisten, hopelessly anguished, and she just shakes her head back and forth. She sniffles, wiping her nose with her sleeve, and then she shifts, pushing me so my back rests against the sofa.
Widening her legs, she moves to straddle me, and I palm her hips, holding her still.
“Riley,” I breathe, surprised at the way she resists, bearing down in spite of my iron grip. “I don’t want to do this.”
“I like it better when you call me pretty girl,” she says, encircling my wrists, trying to move them. “And yes, you do want this. I can feel how badly.”
Gritting my teeth as her bare cunt makes contact with my erection, I dig my fingernails into her. “I don’t want you like this.”
“Not even if I say please?”
She bats her lashes, rubbing herself over me, and fuck, when she slides back, I see where she’s soaking my sweats. My head lolls, my eyes rolling as she grinds hard, sending fragments of exhilaration down my spine.
The grip on her hips falters, and she seizes the opportunity, bringing my hands up to cup her breasts beneath her robe. On instinct, my head snaps back up and my fingers curl around them, squeezing the perfect handfuls.
“Please, Aiden. Make me forget.”
Without missing a beat, she continues dry humping me, face wet from her tears and flushed with desire.
She looks so painfully perfect, so agonizingly tempting, that I can’t hold back.
Fuck it, maybe this is how I’ll ruin her.
I’m not even a hundred-percent sure what she’s asking me to help eliminate from her mind, but fuck if I don’t want to destroy everything she’s afraid of until it’s just me.
Leaning forward, I ignore the nagging thought about the fact that I’m losing control; dipping my head to one tit, I flick my tongue against the pebbled peak, pressing my fingers into the base of her spine.
Her movements stutter, a low moan peeling out of her, and I open my mouth wide, pulling her between my lips.
“Oh, god,” she exhales, ecstasy coating her words.
I suck harder, laving around the distended nipple. She reaches forward, fumbling for my dick; yanking at my sweats, she manages to tug the waistband down enough to free me, and tucks the pants under my balls.
My cock stands at attention, deep red and angry, and she licks her lips as she stares at it.
Her hand comes out, tentatively wrapping around the shaft, fingers barely touching.
She starts moving, short bursts up and down, and I bite the inside of my cheek until the taste of copper floods my mouth.
“Can you, um, show me what you want me to do?”
I curl my fingers around hers, increasing her pressure, but then bat her hand away. “Some other time. Right now, I want to fuck you.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
Taking her hips in my hands again, I yank her up my lap, lining her up with my cock as it lies against my abs. She sucks in a sharp breath as her lips spread around me, and I guide her over it in long, smooth strokes.
“Does that feel good, pretty girl?”
Her stomach flexes, in and out, as she moves. “So good.”
“I want you to look at it,” I say, sliding a hand up to fist the back of her hair, tilting her chin down. “Look at what’s gonna be inside you soon. Get it nice and wet, so it pushes right in that sweet cunt of yours.”
She watches, mouth parted. “What if it doesn’t fit?”
Christ. “It’ll fit, angel. Even if we have to make it.”
Precum oozes from my tip, and I swipe my thumb through it, spreading it over her lips before dipping inside.
I pull from her mouth again, my nerves slowly unraveling as pleasure ebbs through me. Her pulse throbs against me, making my balls ache, and the tiny noises and gasps coming from her make me think she’s close.
“Don’t stop until you come,” I tell her, my hands falling to her hips again, driving her motions. “Be a good girl and get ready for me.”
Blue flames light her eyes, burning so hot that it’s impossible not to feel their heat.
She works her clit furiously over me, her juices dripping everywhere.
“Aiden, please… I’m, I don’t—”
The closer she gets, the more panic-filled her voice becomes, stretching so thin and tight that it sounds like she’s on the brink of catastrophe, rather than rapture. I wrap my fingers around her throat, pressing lightly, until she looks at me.
“Are you begging me to let you come?” I ask, lifting up to speak against her mouth.
She nods, but a layer of confusion still laces her gaze, like she’s intrigued but still not totally sure.
“Do you trust me?”
Her lips purse. “I shouldn’t.”
I grin. “That wasn’t the question.”
When she nods, I start grinding my hips up to meet hers and the increased friction has her cresting the edge of her orgasm in seconds.
“That’s it,” I croon, coaxing her through as she cries out in elation. “That’s my girl. Fucking me and I’m not even inside you yet.”
She rides me right off the cliff, panting and swiveling and moaning, and then I push her up, grab the base of my dick, and yank her down on top of it.
36
Pain settles between my thighs, extending from my pussy to every single receptor in my body. It’s a sharp sting and a dull ache all at once, burning me from the inside out at the same time it douses the fire.
My fingers twist in the neckline of Aiden’s shirt, and my knees clench around his hips, but other than that, I don’t move. His hands sizzle where they roam, constantly moving since he started pushing in; knuckles dragging up my spine, palms splaying down my thighs, thumbs trailing over my collarbone.
It’s such a shift from the way he’s touched me before. There’s something almost reverent about it, like I’m a glass figurine he has to hold and knows he can’t drop.
I should be embarrassed about my complete breakdown, but it’s really difficult to feel anything else right now except his cock lodged inside me.
“Riley. Open your eyes.”
Immediately, my lids peel back; I hadn’t even realized they’d closed.
His silver gaze meets mine, so close I can see the different layers of gray—some slate, some cloudy, like the glittering edge of a crystal. For a moment, I lose myself in the storm that is Aiden, my apprehension melting away like lava over an ancient city.
“Very good, pretty girl.” His praise makes my core clench, warmth spreading through me as he brushes his fingers over my back again, digging into the meat of my ass.
I can’t help the buzz of disappointment at the lack of skin-to-skin contact where my robe still covers me.
“Take a deep breath,” he says, pinching.
I gasp, the location of pain zapping to my backside. As my lungs clamor for more air, the movement somehow opens me, and I slide down his cock another inch.
The agony has almost started to subside, delicious tension ebbing in its place. I repeat the gesture, sucking in oxygen and letting him fill me.
“Slow, Riley, fuck.” He fists my robe, the tendons in his neck straining against his tattoos. “We have to go slow.”
A ragged moan tears out of me as I bottom out, my ass resting atop his thighs. He jerks forward, dipping his mouth to the hollow of my throat, his breaths stilted and hot.