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My discarded clothing lays in a pile on the floor. I’d been so nervous to go down on him. While I’ve done other stuff with guys, giving a blowjob isn’t one of them. But by the way he’d reacted, he seemed to have enjoyed it. At least I hope so. Doubt and self-consciousness are beginning to creep in, but I try to push it away.
What’s happening with Aiden is wholly unexpected and exciting and … wonderful. I don’t want to ruin it with my overthinking.
Taking one last glance at myself in the mirror, I leave the bathroom, stepping back out into the living room. I still can’t get over the grandeur of this place. The sheer size of it—for an apartment in downtown Seattle—is absolutely insane. I suppose he is Aiden King, though.
Aiden is sitting on the couch and immediately turns his head when he hears me enter. His gaze slides along my body, lingering on my bare thighs, a soft smile on his lips.
He stands, approaching me.
I smile shyly, smoothing the t-shirt out over my hips.
Aiden reaches me, sliding his hands along my waist, gazing down at the outline of my hips. “Fuck, you look good in my t-shirt,” he murmurs.
I giggle.
Aiden’s hands squeeze my waist gently, then they find their way underneath the t-shirt I’m wearing, brushing against my bare skin. I suck in a soft breath. His hands travel upward, skimming over my bra.
He chuckles. “Why are you still wearing this?”
I shrug with a small laugh.
His hands snake around to my back where he deftly unclasps my bra. With some help from me, he slips the straps down my shoulders, pulling the bra out through one of the large sleeves of the t-shirt.
His hands immediately go to my breasts underneath the shirt, his thumbs gently toying with my nipples. I open my mouth, taking in a shuttering breath.
Aiden lowers his lips to my ear. “You didn’t think that after what you just did to me on the couch that I wouldn’t be turning you into a whimpering, moaning, little puddle, did you?”
A soft breath escapes me in response.
Suddenly, Aiden bends down to hook an arm under my knees and back, lifting me into the air. He strides across the room and through a doorway, flipping on the light switch as he enters.
The room is obviously his bedroom. A large, king-size bed sits in the center of it, complete with a matching dark blue comforter and pillow set. So coordinated for a single man. The light overhead is warm, not like those horrible fluorescents you find in most apartment buildings.
I expect him to throw me down on the bed, but instead he simply sits on the edge of it, setting me down so I’m standing in front of him, and then he spins me around, depositing my ass right on his lap.
He spreads his legs, then reaches down to grab my thigh. “Take your underwear off,” he says softly.
Without thinking, I do as he says, reaching under the t-shirt to grab the hem of my panties and slide them down my legs. I toss them gently with my foot, and they land a few feet away. Aiden presses a kiss to my neck, gripping my thigh with his hand and squeezing. “Throw your legs over mine,” he instructs, and with his help, I do as he says.
It’s then that I see the mirror right across from us. A full-length mirror—the kind you check your outfit in before heading out for the day. Only instead, I’m faced with a vision of my legs spread over Aiden’s lap, his t-shirt hiked up to my stomach, my pussy on full display.
I can’t help but gasp at the sight of me. At how utterly dirty this feels. Dirty but delicious. Aiden rests his head against mine, meeting my gaze in the mirror. There’s that smirk again. That devilishly handsome smirk that’s made me tumble down a hole I’m afraid I’ll never get out of.
“See how pretty you are, Lilly?” he whispers in my ear, gently running a finger up the inside of my thigh.
My mouth parts, my eyes glued to the reflection of his hand in the mirror, slowly nearing my center. My body is alight with electricity, every nerve on fire. And as I watch what Aiden is doing in the mirror, I know that he’s watching what I’m doing too. How my body shakes in anticipation, how my legs are spread wide and eager for him, my center on complete and full display. Pretty, he’d called it.
Aiden’s other hand reaches around me to grasp one of my breasts through the fabric of the t-shirt. He gently massages my nipple, causing me to moan softly.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear.
His finger continues moving slowly toward my center—agonizingly so. I can see how wet I am in the reflection of the mirror. I’d be embarrassed if I weren’t so desperate for him to touch me. Touch me anywhere, everywhere. Do everything to me.
Aiden slides a slow finger along my slit, and when he reaches my sensitive bud, I gasp in pleasure. He presses soft kisses along my neck, kisses that slowly turn into little nibbles.
He starts rubbing my clit, drawing slow circles and eliciting deep moans from within me. I buck my hips involuntarily, and he roughly squeezes my breast in response, pinching my nipple.
His finger leaves my clit, traveling down along my slit again. When his finger stops right at my opening, my breath catches in my throat.
