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Wait. No. This is what we wanted to avoid.
I turn suddenly, trying to put some space between us so I can focus but finding myself caged in by his arms now as he braces them against the counter behind me. “Aiden, actually, I—”
“Is someone trying to back out of our bet?”
Christ, he still thinks I’m playing around. Playful Aiden might be my kryptonite.
“No.” I press my palms to his hips, going for a gentle push but distracted by the brush of his cock against my thumb through his sweatpants.Be strong.“That’s not it—”
His head lowers, his lips feathering against mine. “Because I won fair and square, Cassie,” he utters sensually.
“I know,” I manage.
He only has to lean in alittleso that the shape of him, hard and wanting, slots between my thighs, and a shiver passes through me.
“And I’mgoingto fuck you on that counter.”
I am not strong. I am so not strong.
I can sense it happening, can feel the way I’m forgetting all about what I resolved myself to do—losing my sense of focus when his mouth slants against mine. My eyes drift closed as his tongue slips inside, teasing me with its softness that is a stark contrast to the hardness between my legs. I slip into it so easily that I hardly even notice his hands finding my ass, hoisting me up against him in one fell swoop before spinning to set me on the kitchen island behind us.
And he never stops kissing me, not for a second.
Fuck it,I think distantly.I’ll tell him after.
I try not to think about the fact that that decision might make this the last time he touches me like this.
He takes me by surprise all over again when he spins me, maneuvering my body until I’m lying over the counter on my stomach, my toes pressing against the tile. His hands grip my waist to hold me steady, leaning his body over mine, his breath washing against the back of my neck.
“Hold on,” he says roughly, a satisfied growl tearing out of him when I reach to grip the edges of the countertop.
His hands slide over my hips, dragging my shorts down my thighs slowly—humming softly when he’s got me in only my pale pink cotton underwear that is covered in cartoon cats.
“More print,” he laughs quietly.
He grips me through the fabric, squeezing my ass roughly as I wriggle in his hold. His fingers slide between my legs, and I know he must immediately be able to feel how wet I am already. The cotton is practically soaked through even though he’s barely touched me, and he rubs his fingers there slowly as a soft moan slips out of me.
My legs are trembling when he finally drags my panties down my thighs as well, leaving me bare and waiting andso openfor him. He pushes a finger inside, and then another, holding me bythe hip to keep me steady, giving me just enough to work me up but not enough to completely satisfy.
“Aiden,” I hear myself whine. “Can you—”
“In a minute,” he mutters huskily. “I want to look at you.”
I’m completely exposed like this, maybe more than I’ve ever been with Aiden given that it’s the middle of the day in the middle of the kitchen at the fucking counter where we eatbreakfast.But I still can’t seem to rustle up any embarrassment for my compromising position. Not with the slow slide of his fingers in and out of me, careful, like he’s memorizing the way I feel around then.
“You’re so pretty here,” he whispers reverently, pushing his fingers deep to make me gasp. “So soft.”
I turn my face against the granite to peer back at him, and his expression is heady, eyes transfixed between my legs as he continues to tease me. I catch it when he finally draws his hand away, slipping his fingers into his mouth, his eyes meeting mine to hold my gaze as he licks any remnants of me away.
I don’t think anyone would judge the way I’ve started to squirm needily, not with the way Aiden is looking at me.
I’m still watching as he pulls himself out, grabbing my hips to hold me still and sliding his cockhead between my folds. I’m struck again with the idea of how on display I am like this when he starts to push inside, warmth flooding deep into my stomach because I know that he can seeeverythinglike this. And he is watching...intently.
I can feel every inch of him pressing slowly inside, and through hooded lids I continue to watch as Aiden’s lashes flutter, his teeth pressing against his lower lip as he fills andfillsuntil my ass is wriggling against his pelvis, my toes skirting along the floor as he holds me suspended.
I’m sofullof him. It makes it hard to think.
He pulls out carefully, drawing it out, making sure I feel everyinch as he goes. It’s a little faster when he pushes back inside, Aiden hissing between his teeth as he bottoms out just to repeat the process all over again, each thrust coming harder than the last. The way he has me bent at the waist means I feel each one even more so than usual, that each one hits just a bit deeper. It’s as frustrating as it is delicious.
