Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
We look at each other, a palpable current in the air. The breeze picks up, blowing between us, ruffling my hair. I wonder if he can smell my shampoo when the wind blows like that. I can smell him—a clean, spicy scent, his body wash warmed up.
For a few seconds, all I can see is his face—the sharp jawline, his hair mussed like he’s been grabbing it. “I’m not either,” I admit to him.
Aden narrows his eyes.
I don’t know what he sees when he looks at me like this. I wish I could look into his mind. But I’m here, in my body, my pulse fluttering and warmth spreading over my torso as our eyes stay on each other.
I lift my hand up slowly and place my palm on the door—not pushing, just suggesting.
Aden pauses, letting out a deeper breath.
Then he opens the door wider, inviting me in.
I step inside, into the warmer air of Aden’s narrow entryway. One of the floorboards creaks under my feet. Aden backs up a little more, giving me the space to come fully inside, then reaches behind me to shut the door. It smells more like him in this house. The fresh air from outside mingles with us in the entryway.
I look up into Aden’s eyes. “Are you okay?” He’s not alright, but there are levels to that sort of thing. I change my question to a statement, “You’re going to be okay, everything will be,” I make a promise to him I can’t keep.
A low growl escapes his throat. His eyes, dark in the dim light, get even darker. I was wrong before. There is one light on in his house—a small lamp inside the den. The light just makes it into the hallway to cast shadows on his face. My heart beats faster.
“I need you.” Aden’s voice is tight and rough. “Now.”
“I know. I need you—”
Before I can finish speaking, one of his hands flies to my throat. He buries the other hand in my hair, clenching his fingers tight.
This. This is what I need.
“On your knees,” he orders and between my thighs instantly heats.
I let him brace me down, helping things along by sinking to my knees.
“Good girl.” Aden’s eyes move over me.
“Please,” I whisper. I let them come, sinking into the sensation of his hand in my hair, pulling on the edge of too hard, and the harsh tone of his voice.
He angles my face up and stares into my eyes.
“Just like that.” Aden keeps his hand in my hair and uses the other to unzip his pants. He pulls out his cock, which is already hard and heavy and leaking at the tip. He wraps his fist around it and strokes, letting out short breaths as he watches my face. I keep my lips parted and wait.
“This is what you need me for,” he says, almost to himself.
His hand flexes in my hair, he doesn’t let go. He steps closer and drags the head of his cock over my lips. I let out a soft moan.
“You like it, don’t you? Getting put on your knees.”
I stick my tongue out and lick up some of his pre-come. Aden swirls the head on my tongue with a groan. My heart batters in my chest. Loving how he takes control.
“Fuck. You feel so damn good.” He grinds into my tongue harder, the movement making a slippery, wet sound, then pulls back with a frustrated sound. “Fuck.”
With my hands on his thighs, I hollow my cheeks and suck. I pull back letting his cock make a pop sound and leave my mouth open so he can throat fuck me.
He thrusts in slower, and I gag again. He groans, louder, and my body gets hotter. There’s nothing like hearing those sounds from a man. There’s nothing like hearing them from Aden.
With a needy grunt, he rolls his hips and begins fucking my throat with steady thrusts. All the while I can feel myself getting hotter and wetter. Ready for what he does next.
I make a noise around his cock. He groans again, his pleasure vibrating in my mouth. He likes when I do that—likes it a lot—so I hum some more like there’s more I want to tell him. Aden grunts, his thrusts getting slower. His cock fills up my mouth, and my throat, pushing deeper and deeper one hand still in my hair.
“Fuck.” When he speaks, his tone is softer. Almost with reverence.
I moan around his cock, encouraging him.
On his next thrust, I swallow him deep, then keep him where he is so I can lick his shaft and suck. More salty pre-come coats my tongue. Tears run down my cheeks from how hard I’m working to suck him off and from the head of his cock meeting the back of my throat over and over again.