by DD Prince
I smile.
“And when I do dick things and see her hurting or sad or disappointed in me, it makes these other not nice feelings in my belly happen. So, let me make out with you a little bit longer, yeah? Then when we get home, let’s go out. Have some fun. See where things go.”
I chew my lip thoughtfully.
“Never gave a shit what someone thought of me. No one other than my father, my brother and sister. Braed. Now, you. You thinkin’ I’m a piece of shit has kept me up at night.”
I blink at him, stunned, lost for words.
He lets go of my head and runs his thumb across my bottom lip.
He then leans in and starts to kiss my throat. And it makes me woozy. In a good way.
“Your mother gonna come down here or anything?” he asks.
“Give me one sec,” I say, and he rolls. I jump up and go to the top of the stairs and listen.
I dash back down.
He’s sitting up now.
“She’s got her noise machine on. It’s low. She’s probably keeping it low in case the hospital calls. But she’s asleep. She’s a deep sleeper. She won’t come down here. She made it a point of saying she wouldn’t see us until the morning so in Mom-speak, she just gave us permission to fool around if we want to. She wants us to. She’s probably hoping we’re down here making grandbabies right now, in fact. No way will she come down and ruin the chance of that coming to fruition.”
He chuckles and then his expression darkens. “Fool around? Since I have your mom’s permission…”
He grabs me and yanks me onto his lap so I’m straddling him, then he gathers my hair into a ponytail and attacks my throat with his mouth, holding my hair.
My arms wrap around him. He’s hard under me, against me. My knees are digging into the mattress and I can kind of feel the springs, so I adjust, and his grip tightens. He’s got my ass in his hands and then he leans in and kisses between my boobs.
“I can’t believe I’m making out with Aiden Carmichael in my parents’ basement,” I say with a giggle. “Ow, my knee.”
He stands and puts me on my back and then he’s on top again.
I grab his jaw with both hands and drag his mouth to mine. Tasting him. His expression is hot. Molten.
He tenderly kisses the tip of my nose. “Gonna stop now. Let’s start this episode over.” He backs off and reaches for the remote.
I open my mouth to protest but nothing comes out. I shouldn’t push. It’s weird that it’s him that is putting the brakes on. But I shouldn’t push. Maybe I should take a cold shower, because he… he made me hot. And suddenly I’m remembering my shower sex dream of him and I don’t want him to stop.
He restarts episode two. He’s a foot away from me now.
I blow my hair out of my eyes. I’m fidgety.
He immediately pulls me to him and I fight to find a way to simmer down. Eventually, part way through episode three, I fall asleep with my head on his chest, in just the same spot as his little nephew a few nights before.
***
I wake up to Aiden tickling my palm with his finger. The lamp is still on and the TV is at the Netflix screen.
He’s awake.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“Caught me,” he replies, humor in his voice.
“Caught you what?” I ask, leaning up on an elbow.
“Did that on the plane when your head was on my shoulder. Every time I touched the palm of your hand, you nuzzled into me. Wanted to see if it’d work again.”
“Did it?”
“Nope. Woke you up instead.”
“Oh.” I nuzzle in, throwing my arm over him. “Maybe it was a delayed reaction.”
He’s flipping me. And I’m game. I’m still wet from earlier.
I grab his face and pull his mouth to mine. He is amazing with his mouth. He groans into my mouth and I whimper as his hand is suddenly on my boob. His fingertips slide inside my blouse, into my bra, caressing my nipple. It goes rock hard at his touch. My breasts feel heavy and my panties are now wetter. My belly dips with desire. I grab his shirt and begin unbuttoning it.
“Change your mind about puttin’ the brakes on?” I ask.
“For you,” he whispered. “Didn’t wanna stop but thought you would want me to. I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage after today, with your Dad, and …”
“I don’t feel that way, Aiden,” I whisper back.
He takes that as permission and starts unbuttoning mine, too. He pulls on the hem and I lift my arms, so he can throw it off me. He then rips his own shirt off. I want to touch his chest, his arms, his back, but I settle for only looking as I attack his fly and pull it undone. He’s attacking my fly, too. We’re all fingers fumbling with buttons, lips touching, teeth nibbling on throats and shoulders, and I’m breathing hard.
He grabs my pantlegs and tugs. I lift by bottom and his face becomes buried between my legs before my pants are all the way off.
“Holy crow,” I breathe. He gets them the rest of the way down and off, kissing down to my knee as he tugs on them, and then my socks are gone, and panties are being peeled down. His mouth glides back up, then his tongue goes inside me and he licks up to my clit and rams at least two fingers inside me. I cry out. Holy shit.
“You’re soaked,” he mutters.
“Your f-fault,” I stammer.
“First time I’ve made you soaked, peaches?”
“Nope,” I say, popping the p. Holy wow.
“Knew it,” he says cockily.
He pushes my legs up, so my knees are bent and now he’s got better access. He gets up on his elbow, alternately watching my face and looking between my legs as he rams those fingers in over and over.
He grabs my right ass cheek with his free hand and then he’s licking, sucking, right on my clit, eyes pointed up to my face.
And my face is probably contorting less than prettily as his pace picks up and he alternates between looking at me and looking down at me and then picking up the tempo of fingering me.
My hand goes over my mouth as the sensation builds. My heart is in full-speed gallop and my whole body is practically buzzing.
He lifts up a little and spreads me wider with both hands and then sucks again on my clit. Hard. His fingers slip back in, two fingers crooking, inside of me and I explode. I cry out into my hand, my head falling back.
Oh fuck, this is crazy. This is crazy-hot. Maybe a little embarrassing that it happened in a minute or so, but he’s not done. He smiles as I slowly float back down to earth. Now I’m feeling his stubble against my inner thighs. His fingers are magic. That tongue!
He spreads my butt cheeks and pussy lips wide with his hands spanning the whole area in between my legs. He sucks hard one more time.
I’m gasping. He is an absolute superstar at oral sex.
He’s up on his knees. He’s dragging my bra down so that the cups are underneath my breasts. He sucks one nipple, then the other, then the first one again.
“Grab my wallet, peaches,” he tells me. “Inside my jacket pocket.”
I roll sideways to reach for his coat on the floor. He sucks hard on my nipple while I do, and now his fingers are inside me again. Pumping, fast as I’m fumbling for his coat. My eyes are rolling around. I’m breathing hard, whimpering, feeling so much sensation.
I find the wallet and drop it on the bed, immediately plunge my hands into his hair, then I’m kissing him.
“I taste really good on you,” I whisper. He growls.
“You talk dirty, too? You won’t get rid of me now, peaches.”
I shake my head and laugh.
“You’re dangerous,” he tells me as he reaches into his wallet and pulls out a condom.
I giggle. “No, I’m not. I’m a good girl. I’m boring.”
“No fucking way,” he says and then tears it with his teeth and gets up and yanks his pants and underwear down.
And I finally see it. It. Aiden Jr: the brains of the operation. I s
ee it and it… is… beautiful.
He rolls the condom on and then climbs on top of me and starts kissing my breasts again.
I can’t just lie here, I don’t want to, I wanna touch him, but he’s very focused on my boobs right now.
“Aiden,” I whisper, rubbing his shoulders.
He looks up.
“Come up here, I wanna touch you.”
He flicks his tongue against my nipple one more time and then moves up. He has his cock poised and ready to slide in. And I have a sudden panic setting in.
We’re eye-locked. Locked and loaded. He’s directly against my opening.
God, what if he---oh wow. I don’t get the chance to let that flood of doubts materialize, because he flexes his jaw and then he drives in. Hard. His eyes close and the look on his face is the sexiest expression I’ve seen on his face so far.
Holy crow, he’s… there’s a lot of him.
I gasp.
He stays still, fully rooted. Staring at me.
“Good?” he asks.
“Oh yeah,” I say and then his lips are on mine and he is ramming hard, doing a gyrating thing with his hips as he does, and the one good thing about this lumpy sofa bed with the bar digging into my back is that it’s not creaking or wiggling. The heavy beast is staying still despite Aiden Carmichael’s powerful hip action.
I bite into his shoulder and he starts going harder, faster, and then he yanks out, grabs my hips, and flips me to my belly. It happens in one smooth seemingly choreographed move like I weigh nothing, and now he’s got my hips and is hauling me up to my knees.
My knees are not comfortable with these stupid springs, but I don’t care. Other parts of me are determined to let my knees do some sacrificing.
His hand slips between my legs and he begins performing magic on my clit again as his dick slides into me from behind.
He grabs my hair and pulls it to one side so he can bite the back of my neck, grunting as he drives into me over and over.
I let out a husky moan. God, this is beautiful.
He releases my hair, so he can grab my nipple.
I reach between my legs and put my hand to his and caress it as he keeps fucking me, as he keeps on rubbing me. I stretch to reach farther, and I feel the base of his cock as he slides in and out. I stroke his balls with my fingertips and that’s when his whole body goes tight and he lets out a sexy masculine “Ahhhh.” And it’s so hot that I’m coming too, with him, because his fingers speed up on my clit despite the fact that he’s coming.
Fireworks. Beautiful. I’m loose and filled with butterflies.
He rolls off and pulls me close. I feel his heart beating into my body, he’s that close to me.
I blow out breath and try to get my head together.
Sex in the basement on a sofa bed with Aiden Carmichael in Buffalo. Well, well, well.
This isn’t Carly 2.0. This was a wormhole to Carly 3.0 or something, because I didn’t know I had it in me. I didn’t know based on how I felt about him on Sunday morning that I could ever be here with him like this and here we are, Tuesday night, closer to Wednesday morning now, and he’s naked beside me. He’s just been in me and right now, he keeps kissing me, cuddling me.
And he’s good at all of that. Not selfish at it. At all.
He’s the best sex I’ve ever had. Bar none.
“Despite his skills and equipment, he won’t be worth the trouble…”
That’s what that girl said as a warning. She can’t be serious. I can think of a lot of trouble that I’d be willing to tolerate for sex like this.
“Are you his next victim or his last one?
I shake the bad thoughts off. I shake them off hard.
“Gotta get this condom dealt with, peaches,” he whispers against my forehead and plants a kiss there.
“There’s a bathroom back there,” I point. “Beside the laundry room. Be ready for the possibility you’ll run into Red or Kitty Forman in there.”
He kisses my nose and finds the condom wrapper on the floor and takes that with him.
It’s a cringey half bathroom. Wood paneling walls, avocado colored toilet and sink. There’s one of those Victorian toilet paper skirt dolls on the back of the toilet that has a creepy doll head and arms, then a big full Pepto Bismol-colored skirt on and the skirt is what’s holding the spare roll of toilet paper. A matching Kleenex cozy is beside it. He’s going to wonder if he’s been transported into the past.
Should I sleep down here? Should I go up to my old room?
I hear a flush and the water running and then he’s back.
“Get under the covers,” he orders and then he’s pulling me close, arranging the blankets over us.
Okay, then.
And then I fall asleep cuddling with him.
36
AIDEN
The smell of food wakes me up. Voices. I sit up. She’s not here. I roll my shoulders and arch my back. Yep. That bar across my back was not fun.
I lean over and pull on my boxer briefs and then my pants, then I sit and pull my socks on and head to the bathroom.
When I come back out, she’s here, at the bottom of the stairs, two mugs in her hands and she’s smiling at me. She’s freshly showered with wet hair, wearing a knee-length white housecoat.
Fuck. If we’d been anywhere but here I could’ve been in that shower with her.
“Good morning,” she says nervously. Her cheeks are pink. She’s shy this morning. It’s cute.
I make my way to her, take the mugs from her and put them down on a table by the couch, taking her jaw into my hands.
“Mornin’, peaches.” I kiss her. She tastes like mint, smells like lavender.
She loops her arms around my waist and gets on her tiptoes and goes for the gusto, nibbling on my bottom lip playfully before sliding that little tongue into my mouth.
I really fuckin’ like when she does that.
My hands slide under the back of the robe and I’ve got her bare ass in my hands. And I decide that this is a really fucking great way to wake up.
She smiles huge at me. She then stares at my naked chest and runs her hands down my biceps, back up, across my shoulders, down to my pecks, and then she’s tracing my abs.
“Havin’ fun there?” I inquire.
Her mouth quirks. “I could spend all day playing with your upper body. Your back? It’s a work of art.” She moves behind me and has her lips between my shoulder blades. I close my eyes and absorb how nice it feels. And then she trails her tongue down my spine and says, “And these hip bones… my God.” She traces my hips with her fingertips and I spin around.
“Better quit before you’re past the point of no return, Miss Adler. I’m guessin’ you don’t want me bending you over that sofa bed and fucking you while your Mom is up there flippin’ pancakes.”
She chews her lips thoughtfully. Little minx. Fuck, she’s cute.
“Besides, I think I’d be okay with you spendin’ a little time on my upper body, but if you’re gonna play with me all day, I hope my lower body will get at least some of your attention.”
She giggles. And I walk her backwards a few paces until she falls onto the bed. I open her robe and admire the beauty of her naked body.
Her cheeks are pink, but her eyes are definitely a shade of come hither.”
“To be continued…” I say, kissing her navel and then closing the robe.
“Aiden Carmichael, I never had you pegged for a tease.” She pouts.
“Oh, you wait, peaches. You get home to San Diego, I might have a whole evening planned where I tease you and keep you on edge until you think you’re gonna die if you don’t get to come.”
A swallow moves down her throat.
Oh yeah. This is gonna be fun.
“Maybe I’ll do it to you instead,” she tries.
My smile widens. “Oh, now it’s sealed then. Naughty little teases get teased. Hard. And spanked.”
She licks her lips seductively. “And very hot VPs of marketing
get licked and sucked if they play their cards right.”
And now I’m kicking my ass because I’m gonna have to work twice as hard to tame the beast in my pants.
She sees that she’s scored a point and winks. Fuck, yeah. I like Playful Carly.
“C’mon. Let’s go have pancakes. It’s close to ten o’clock. Mom and I have to leave in half an hour to go get Dad from the hospital. They’re letting him come home at eleven.”
“Great news, baby.” I reach for my shirt and shrug it on. I grab a mug, she grabs the other, and then we head upstairs and she’s holding my free hand, leading me.
I stare at her perfect ass ahead of me as I follow.
***
Her mother is dressed in slacks and a blouse, looking ready to go. She’s made enough breakfast food to feed an army platoon. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, fried potatoes, fried tomatoes, a half a loaf of bread toasted, even though there’s just us three.
She catches Carly and I holding hands and just fucking beams.
“Mornin’ Mrs. Adler.”
“Aiden! How did you sleep? Was the pull-out okay?”
“The…?” I frown. Pull-out? What the---?
“The sofa bed?”
Carly’s face goes red and her eyes go big at the potential pun and my reaction to it.
“Oh, I had an excellent sleep. No problems.”
She smiles.
That bar in my back really did fuckin’ suck, but I had Carly sleeping on me and for that, I’d consider sleeping on cement. She’s a cuddler. I like it.
I eat breakfast while she runs and gets dressed in yesterday’s clothes. She offers me a new toothbrush and the shower. I accept the toothbrush but tell her I’ll get a shower when I get back.
They tell me they have to go, but will see me soon as they have to go get her dad. And I’m a little uncertain about being here when the man gets home. If it were me, I certainly wouldn’t want some dude in my house meeting me at less than my best.
I call Joshua, figuring he can meet me somewhere else, maybe a coffee shop I’ll go find on foot or something, and he answers and tells me he’s less than ten minutes out, that he left earlier and missed traffic.