by Shay Savage
I shook my head and buried my face in my hands.
“Shit!” Aiden sighed. “I don’t know what’s got you so upset. Tell me what you want me to do, Chloe.”
Everything bubbled out at once.
“The fact is, I don’t know what I want!” I yelled. I balled my hands into fists at my sides. “I don’t know what I want, and I don’t know what you want, and I still barely even know you!”
“I thought that’s what this was all about,” Aiden said. “Us getting to know each other.”
“How well is that working out?” I muttered.
Aiden straightened.
“I thought it was going pretty good,” he replied. “You said you liked the kayaking and the skydiving. You did great with the video games, and we obviously like some of the same movies. Chloe, I’m totally lost here.”
“I don’t understand why you asked me to come here,” I admitted.
Aiden dropped his arms and looked confused.
“I thought it was obvious,” he stated.
“What’s obvious?”
“I guess it isn’t.” Aiden ran his hand over the top of his head and looked away with a sigh.
“What is obvious?” I repeated.
“I don’t remember how to do this shit,” he said, his voice rising again. “It’s been too fucking long. I just wanted…I didn’t want to come on too strong. I shouldn’t have kissed you like that when you were drunk. It seemed to spook you, and I didn’t want to scare you off. I don’t want to scare you off.”
“Scare me off?”
He sighed and dropped his hand.
“You were so cute at the bar—all drunk and helpless without even realizing it. You freaked out so bad when you woke up, I just…I just liked you. You seemed so...so sweet. Innocent. I liked that. I do like that. I wasn’t sure if you’d go for a guy like me. I figured you’d want someone more…I don’t know…sophisticated.”
“You aren’t sophisticated? With this house and the pricey scotch?”
He gave me a half smile.
“I was hoping to impress you,” he admitted. “Your first impression couldn’t have been all that great, cooped up in that tiny apartment and driving you around in a Civic. I barely graduated high school, and you have a college degree. I wanted you to know I was…I was better than that.”
Nothing he said made any sense. Why would he want to impress me?
“But…but you’ve barely touched me since we got here,” I whispered. “I…I wasn’t sure if…I thought maybe…”
I let my voice trail off, still unable to complete a logical sentence. I didn’t want to admit to my own insecurities, and I definitely didn’t want to hear his rejection.
“You weren’t sure?” he asked. “You think because I haven’t come on strong that I wasn’t interested?”
I licked my lips quickly and nodded.
“Just say the word.” Aiden stood up taller and crossed his arms over his broad chest.
“Say…say what word?”
“Chloe,” Aiden said, his voice hushed, “it’s killing me to hold back, but I’ve been doing it because you seemed so unsure. I didn’t kiss you a while ago because I told myself when we first got here that I needed to let you make the first move. You say the word—you tell me you want me—and I’m going to make it very, very clear that I want you.”
I felt my throat tighten, and the muscles in my arms and shoulders tensed. He stepped into the room, heading in my direction. I took a slight step back, but the only thing behind me was a wall. There wasn’t anywhere to go, and my heart began to beat faster.
“What are you going to do?” I asked.
“Just say you want it,” Aiden continued in the same hushed and deep voice that sent shivers up my backbone, “and I’m going to tear every piece of clothing from your body, hold you up against that wall right there, and fuck you until you scream so loud you drown out the rain and the ocean. I’m going to do things to your body you didn’t think were possible. By the time the sun rises again, you are going to be covered in my cum and ruined for every man you ever meet again.”
I felt dizzy. I’d never in my life had a man say such things to me. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and fought against the images his words conjured in my head. It didn’t work. Inside my head, I could feel his hands gripping my arms, holding me down, and doing whatever he wanted to do with my body.
Aiden stared at me with dark eyes. His strong arms hung at his sides, and his shorts hung low on his hips with trails of ink disappearing below the waistband. He didn’t blink or move, just looked at me like he really was a hunter, and I was his prey.
I wanted to be his prey.
“Okay.” The word was barely audible as it left my mouth.
“What was that?” Aiden asked quietly as he took a step closer.
I stepped back reflexively.
“I want it,” I whispered again. I could barely hear myself, so when he raised his eyebrows at me, I cleared my throat. “I want you.”
“That’s all I needed to hear.”
I barely saw him move.
My back was against the wall, and one of Aiden’s hands went into my hair as the other one wrapped around my backside and lifted me off the ground. I might have screamed loud enough to block out the ocean’s surf, but his mouth was on mine, and his tongue silenced me.
The gentleness I’d experienced from him thus far was gone. In its place, an animalistic need emerged as my back slammed against the wall. He pressed my knees apart with one thigh, holding me up between my legs as his hand moved up to the top of my shirt. His fingers gripped the neckline, and I heard the distinctive ripping sound of fabric giving way before he tossed my ruined shirt to the floor.
Aiden pulled back and glanced down my body, his mouth slightly open and his breath coming in quick pants. He reached up and cupped my breast through my bra for a brief second before he grabbed the lace and tore it away from my flesh.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
One of his hands reached down around my ass and lifted me a little higher as the other wrapped around my breast. He used his thumb to trace my nipple and then pulled his fingers together to pinch my flesh. Sensation spread from my nipple to the apex of my thighs, and I tried to stop the moan in my throat.
“Don’t you stay quiet on me,” he said as he leaned his body into mine. I glanced at his eyes and found myself paralyzed by the look in them. “I want to hear what I’m doing to you. I want to know how wet you’re getting.”
“Aiden,” I moaned as he lifted me again, pushing me harder against the wall to keep me from falling as his hand grabbed at the front of my shorts, ripped open the button and zipper, and then yanked them and my panties down my legs.
“Kick those things off,” he commanded as he looked down my now-naked body.
I complied, and the last of my garments dropped to the floor. Aiden pressed up against me again and used his free hand to release the buttons of his own shorts and pull out the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life.
“Holy shit,” I gasped.
“You like that?” He hummed against my ear. “You want to feel that inside of you? You think you’re ready for this?”
He reached between my legs and slid his fingers over me. There was no doubt my body was ready for him.
“That’s what I wanted to feel,” he said as his eyes sparkled. “You’re so fucking wet. I should have been able to smell you from across the room.”
I sucked in my breath as he took himself in his hand and pressed the head of his dick against my opening. With one hard, quick thrust, he was completely buried in me.
I screamed.
“Oh, yeah,” he groaned. “I wanted this since I first saw you. Fuck, Chloe, you’re fucking perfect.”
He began to slam into me, knocking my backside into the wall with each thrust. He grabbed my ass with both hands and began to pull me against him. He was hard, fast, rough—everything I imagined he would be.
I’d n
ever had sex like this. I’d never felt this kind of frantic need, this desire to be consumed by someone. He wasn’t just in my body; he was in my mind, my soul. I gripped the back of his shoulders, wanting to press every inch of our bodies together, and it still wasn’t enough.
He leaned back and placed one hand on my shoulder, pressing my back to the wall, and looked down where we were connected. He slowed his movements a little and gripped my hip with his hand.
“Look at that,” he said through heavy breaths. “Look at my cock in you, Chloe.”
I did as he commanded, and I widened my eyes as I looked at the sight of his shaft moving in and out of me. I watched every inch of him stroke in and out, his cock glistening in the pale light from the bedside lamp. I couldn’t breathe right and thought I might start hyperventilating.
“You like that?” he hummed against the side of my face. “You like watching me fuck you?”
“Jesus…Aiden…”
“You do, don’t you? Say it!”
“I…I do!”
“You do what?”
“I like…I like watching it…oh, God!”
“That’s my girl.” He crushed his mouth against mine, and I opened to him. Our tongues meshed together as his hot breath coated my skin. He bit down on my lower lip, pulling it into his mouth and sucking.
I moaned and pushed my hips against him as he continued to pound me.
Abruptly, Aiden pulled out, turned us both away from the wall, and tossed me onto the center of the bed. My chest rose and fell with my rapid breaths as he pushed his shorts and boxers the rest of the way down his legs and crawled on top of me.
I placed my hand against his chest, partially covering the word “Warrior” surrounded by flames. With my fingers, I traced the inked strand of beads cascading down his body.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked.
I looked up into his eyes, suddenly terrified. How could I not have thought about that before? I hadn’t been on any kind of birth control since Zach and I broke up.
“No,” I whispered.
“I don’t have any condoms,” he stated.
I slumped against the mattress. This was going to end now before it had really even started. The thought was horrifying.
Aiden huffed out a breath.
“When’s your period?”
The bluntness of the words took me off guard. I had to think about it for a moment.
“It’s due in a few days,” I said.
“I don’t want to stop,” Aiden said as he stared down at me. His eyes wandered from my breasts to my thighs, hungrily. “I want to fuck you. I don’t want to have to worry about pulling out. I want to fuck you hard, and I want to come in you. I don’t give a shit what happens.”
Christ, if his words didn’t make my entire body hum with excitement. I felt like I was back up in the plane, looking down at the earth thousands of feet below, and preparing to jump. Excitement and terror merged, and I could no longer tell one from the other.
What was this if not the ultimate risk? Even when I had been on the pill, I had always insisted on taking the extra cautious route and made guys I had been with use a condom as well. I’d never had a man come inside me in my life.
“Let me come in you.” Aiden’s hot breath coated my skin. “I want you to feel me fill you with cum. I want to mark you as mine—only mine.”
I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want this to end. If I said no, he would stop.
Inhibitions evaporated. I wanted him to mark me. I wanted to be his, whatever that might entail.
“Okay,” I finally answered as my heart thrummed beneath my skin. I reached up and gripped his biceps. “Come in me.”
He didn’t hesitate.
Aiden grabbed my thigh and brought it up over his shoulder. With a single thrust, he buried himself back inside of me. His head tilted back, and I could see the muscles in his neck straining as he pulled back and rammed into me again.
He leaned forward, and my leg dropped from his shoulder. Grabbing my hips with his large hands, he pulled me over his cock as his mouth latched onto one of my nipples.
This was what I’d imagined, fantasized, dreamed about—Aiden’s body on top of mine, thrusting into me with so much force it almost hurt. The sweat from his chest and neck combined with mine, and I tightened my thighs around his hips in time with his movements. I could barely keep pace; I could only hold on as tight as I could to his shoulders as every muscle in my body tightened.
“Aiden! Aiden! Oh, God!”
I couldn’t hold on. My legs cramped up and dropped to his sides, my knees bent. I pushed up against the mattress as hard as I could, no longer even trying to keep up with him. I coiled my arms underneath his and around his shoulders, holding myself up against his chest in the process. I felt like I was burning from the inside out with every thrust of his hips.
“Scream for me,” he grunted against my neck. “Scream for my cock! Scream!”
I couldn’t have held back if I wanted to.
“Ahhh!!!”
“That’s it! Yeah! Oh, yeah, I can feel you…fuck, you feel so…fucking…good! I’m gonna come in you, baby. Oh, fuck, Chloe…”
Another wave hit me deep in the pit of my stomach. I clenched around his cock as he thrust forward again and held himself motionless. A second later, I felt warm semen filling me.
Oh, shit…
Aiden collapsed on me, his deep thrusts slowing as he moved his arms underneath my body and wrapped me up against his chest. His hot breath coated the skin of my neck and face as he pressed his lips to my throat and then my mouth. Even though I could feel him softening inside of me, he didn’t stop. He just moved slowly in and out as he kissed me.
“It’s been so fucking long,” he mumbled against my lips. “So long since I wanted someone like this. God, Chloe, what are you doing to me?”
I couldn’t respond. I could only hold onto him and try to stop my mind from racing. I’d let him come inside of me. I’d had unprotected sex with a man I barely knew. I could still feel it deep inside of me, coating me as he slowly moved back and forth.
He moved his head to the side and kissed a line down my neck, then back up to my ear. He didn’t cease the shallow movements inside of me, just slowed down and grinded against me.
“Do you know how good you feel on my cock?” His words made me smile, and he gripped my chin with his hand, kissing me hard. “I could stay like this forever.”
His fingers brushed sweat-covered hair from my face.
“Talk to me, Chloe. Tell me what you feel.”
Heat coated my cheeks. Sex had always been a quiet affair with me. I wasn’t versed in dirty talk and didn’t have the slightest idea where to begin.
“I…I don’t know what to say,” I admitted.
“You could start by telling me if you liked it,” Aiden suggested. His boyish smile appeared.
“I did,” I said shyly.
“Not too rough?”
I shook my head.
“Good,” he said, and he kissed me again. “I couldn’t hold back. Shit, Chloe, this is all I I’ve thought about all week. It’s been driving me crazy.”
My skin warmed with his words.
“Were you thinking about this?” he asked. He ran his hand down my neck and over my arm.
I nodded, and Aiden licked his lips as he raised his eyebrows.
“Oh, really? What did you think about?”
“You,” I whispered with a smile.
“Me doing what?” he pressed.
“What you just did.” I suppressed a giggle. I felt like a schoolgirl with her first crush.
Aiden brush the back of his fingers over my cheek.
“You really are a shy thing, aren’t you?” He rolled, taking me with him until I had one leg on each side of him, his cock still buried inside of me. “You realize all shyness is negated when my cock is in you, right?”
I snickered, and Aiden pulled me down on his cock to keep from slipping out.
He held my hips and slowly moved us together as I balanced with my hands on his chest. I couldn’t move my eyes from his, and he just watched me as we moved together. It didn’t take long before I felt him growing inside of me.
Aiden was nothing if not a man of his word. As soon as I was able to move faster on top of him, his cock back to its full length, he grabbed me and pushed me face down on the bed. He gripped my sides, pulled me to my knees, and slammed back inside of me.
“I could watch this all day,” he said with a grunt. “Watch my cock sliding in and out of you…You’re perfect like this.”
I groaned, and he leaned over my back, reached around me, and cupped both my breasts. I felt his lips against my shoulder, kissing and nipping at me.
“Tell me you want this,” Aiden said. “Tell me how much you are loving this.”
“I…I…I want it. God, Aiden—I want you!”
“Oh, you’re getting me, baby.” He leaned back again with one hand placed on the back of my neck and the other grasping my thigh. His pace increased—fast and relentless. I gripped the sheets with my fingers and cried out with every thrust.
He slowed, stroked my back, and then ran his hands up my sides. I tried to catch my breath, braced for another onset.
Aiden pulled out slowly, and I rolled to my back. He positioned himself again, and leisurely reentered me with a groan. He held himself there, propped up with his hands on either side of me, and he closed his eyes. He pulled back just as slowly and then pushed forward again.
He kept up the slow, deep rhythm as I lay against the mattress with my neck arched and my head pressed against the pillow. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his mouth to mine. He kissed me gently as I gripped his shoulders and pushed up against him with my hips.
He penetrated me deeply, held himself there, and started grinding himself against my pubic bone. The pressure was incredible, and I felt the buildup between my legs as I pushed back, moaning.
“You like it slow?” he whispered in my ear. “You like feeling every inch of me inside of you?”