Page 149 of Beneath the Quiet

“What’s the other thing?” I whisper.

“You’re not sleeping in the guest bedroom tonight.”

“I’m not?”

“No, you aren’t,” he whispers. “You’re under my roof, and you think for a moment that I’ll want you sleeping across the hall from me? Not fucking likely. I need you in my bed, your warm, naked arse against my cock, my legs tangled with yours to keep your feet warm, and my hands on your breasts. You have a problem with that?”

A delicious shiver runs down my spine, and I shake my head. “No.”

He kisses the tip of my nose. “Good. Now, let me hold you for a while.”

I slide my hand around the side of his neck, my thumb tracing his skin in much the same way as he does to me. I need the connection, to feel tethered to him…but the urge to hand over the reins to him now instead of later, showing him that I’m okay with him taking care of me for a while, is strong. I know that he needs this as much as I do.

“I can do that.”

I raise my legs and lift them to rest across his, tucking them down his other side. It should be uncomfortable, sitting like this, but it isn’t.

It feels like home.

I hum deep in my throat, Aidan’s cock resting in my mouth and my hands rolling his balls gently. My legs are wide open, my hard nipples rubbing on his hip and thighs as we lie in his bed, each on our side. His head is buried in my pussy as he licks up my centre, the strength of his arms keeping me pinned down exactly where he wants me.

I whimper and fist his cock a little harder, pumping up and down his length. I’m half dizzy with lust, his groans vibrating against me making me even wetter. When his mouth closes around my clit, I scrape my nails gently on his balls.

“Yeah, like that,” he pants, pushing a finger inside me. “What a good, dirty girl my sweetheart is. All that pussy juice glistening at me. Can I get more?”

I moan around his cock and let it go. I twirl my tongue around the head, tasting his musky cum, and nod.

“Yes. Always more, but only with you.”

“Fuck, that’s my girl. I’m going to make your sweet pussy gush all over my face.”

He flicks my clit and adds another finger inside me, then curls them until he hits my sweet spot. A surge of wetness trickles out of my pussy, and I shudder at the sound of his loud groan as he laps it up. He keeps pumping his fingers inside me, his mouth moving lower between my bum, all the way to the back. He breathes against my forbidden hole, and I arch my back. I’m like a needy cat, wanting him to pet and stroke me everywhere. His finger rests against my arse, and I press back.

“I’m going to rim this pretty arse soon.”

“Do it now,” I beg. “Please, my Lord. I need you to own me. Please.”

“Oh, fuck me. How can I resist when you beg so well?”

I shift my legs until I straddle his head, my thighs trembling as his arms spread them wider and pin them down. His fingers spread my buttocks, and his tongue probes gently at my forbidden hole. I toss my head back at the sensations coursing through me. His fingers inside me, fucking me, and his mouth on the most hidden, forbidden part of me, sends shivers down my spine. Sweat gathers on my temple and back, and I pump his cock slowly. I can’t think. I can only feel…and what I’m feeling is that I want it all.

The sweet and the sad. The easy and the hard.

The love and the filth.

All packed into one perfect parcel called life.

Precum glistens on his cock head, and I close my mouth around it, sucking gently as he rims my arse. He laps at me, soft, sweet, sexy licks, up and down, his laboured breathing and groans the only sound.

For a moment, I lose his fingers inside me, and I mewl in protest, until suddenly, he’s switched places, and he lies next to me, facing me. I blink in surprise as he wipes the sweaty tendrils away from my temple.

“Need your eyes now,” he growls. “Keep them open.” He lifts my leg and curls it over his back, his cock at my opening, rubbing the head on my clit. My eyes turn heavy with want, and I pull him closer with my foot on his back.

“Oh…” My eyes flutter closed.

“Eyes. On. Me.”

I widen them again, keeping them on him, while he slides the tip through my slick folds. He kisses the tip of my nose, cradling my head in his hands. His eyes turn the darkest, stormiest grey behind his glasses. I watch, completely taken with his swollen lips and the blush in his cheeks. I cup his chin and lean closer. I scrape my teeth on his lips, then chase the sting away with a swipe of my tongue. The way he trembles hard sets my heart on fire, and I moan when he pushes inside me a little bit more. He freezes, his eyes losing focus, and I marvel that I can do that to him.