Shit, I blush. Of course I do, because why wouldn’t my body betray me like that?
“I knew it!” He says triumphant. “All the cool girls pick Vin over Paul.”
“Well, I have good taste,” I fire back, trying to hold onto what little pride I have left.
“Yes, you do, Snowflake,” he murmurs.
And the way he says it, like he means himself, makes my heart skip a beat. He’s not wrong, either.
I keep facing forward, determined. Stubborn. Aspen doesn’t take rejection well, even playful rejection. I know him. He won’t last long before he breaks. He’s just as bad as me.
I hear him shift beside me, then I hear him sigh.
“Alright, that’s it. I’ve had enough of this,” he says and in an instant I’m no longer sitting. Before I can react, Aspen grabs me bythe thighs and pulls me toward him. I tumble back onto the couch with a soft gasp, my legs bent on either side of his hips.
Then he leans in and kisses me, hard. Like he’s been waiting all damn day for this. I feel his dick rub against my clit, but it doesn’t make its way in,yet.I feel his dick hard. Has he been hard during the entire movie? His lips trail down my neck, over my collarbone, between my breasts, all the way down to my belly button and then he keeps going.
He kisses me right where I need him most. And lucky for him, I’m already naked.
He blows softly across my clit and I almost whimper. It’s like every nerve in my body lights up at once. When his fingers start circling it, I swear I could melt into the cushions.
Then two fingers slip inside me—he doesn’t even need to ask me. I’m already wet.
“I knew it,” he growls. “You’ve been soaked this whole time, even while ignoring me.”
He props himself up, hovering over me with this smug, wicked look in his eyes. “Tell me the truth, Gen. Are you wet for me… or for Vin Diesel?”
Anyone else asking that would make me burst out laughing but from Aspen, it’s somehow hot. Like dangerously hot. Like you-better-say-the-right-thing-or-I’ll-make-you hot.
“You,” I blurt out without hesitation.
“Good.” He licks his lips and dives back down, his mouth replacing his fingers.
His tongue is torturous—slow, focused, teasing me with purpose. It’s so good I can’t help it. I grind against his face, needing more, chasing that high like my body’s no longer mine to control.
“More,” I beg. “Please.”
He looks up at me, eyes dark, lips glistening, and it’s almost too much. I want all of him.
Now.
Right here, on this couch.
“Anything for you, Snowflake.”
Then he gives me everything.
His fingers slam into me at a brutal pace while his tongue stays locked on my clit, moving in sync like he was made for this. In seconds, I’m unraveling—coming hard in his mouth with a cry I can’t hold back.
He usually lets me breathe after, gives me a second to ride the wave. Not tonight.
Tonight, he’s insatiable.
The moment I catch my breath, he’s lining himself up and without a word he slides inside. The stretch, the fullness, the way he fills me completely, it’s everything. He starts thrusting, hard and fast, still on his knees, holding my hips like he owns me. And right now, he does.
“You feel so good,” he groans, low and rough. “So tight. Just the way I like it.”
I moan, eyes rolling back as I clutch the cushions. My body’s already overstimulated, but somehow, he keeps dragging more pleasure out of me.
