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No matter how Aidan and I end—if this mysterious attraction to him fizzles out in a week or a month, if the only times I see him after this are for his Stats tutoring—I know I won’t regret tonight.
I fully let go for the first time since I climbed into that hot tub, totally surrendering to him. My hands slip from his hair, tracing his neck and shoulders before sliding down his chest until I find the hem of his shirt. The taut skin is a startling contrast to the soft cotton, his body heat searing directly into my skin.
His mouth releases my nipple and then his tongue slips back into my mouth like he’s dying for another taste, while his hands continue to massage my breasts.
I keep waiting for him to move things along faster. To unzip his jeans and justfuckme.
But he doesn’t.
Aidan continues brushing and teasing, running his fingersdown the bumps of my spine. Covering the cheeks of my ass and grinding my pussy against the denim covering his erection. Palming and playing with my breasts until my nipples are aching, pointed and begging for more attention from his mouth. Fisting my hair, pulling the strands gently to the side as his tongue drags down the column of my neck.
I was wet before I climbed into his lap. I’m a quivering mass of need now, wearing nothing except a soaked thong. Humping and whimpering and panting, while he’s fully clothed and composed.
I could come from his hands running all over me, it feels like.
But I want more. I want him, and not this patient version.
I want the guy outside the bathroom at Gaffney’s. The guy who told me to “take it out.” The guy who tapped his chin.
Finally, I crack. “Please.”
“Please what, baby?”
Thatbabysettles right between my thighs, adding to the ache there.
“I brought you here to have sex.”
He chuckles, low and the consistency of gravel. “Yeah, I figured that out.”
“So…” I move my hips again, urging him along.
Something shifts in his expression, but it’s not bright enough for me to tell what it is. “That’s what you’re looking for? A quick fuck?”
Yesseems like both the right and wrong answer.
“I need more,” I tell him instead, grabbing his hand and guiding it where I want his fingers.
Aidan grunts when he reaches the drenched lace, his Adam’s apple bobbing. One finger slips beneath my underwear and pushes inside of me, then it’s two. I cry out, not even caring howloud I am. This time, there’s no one around to hear it. It’s like being back in the Colorado woods.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
I whimper as his fingers work, bearing down on his hand as hard as I can. Reach down and tug the hem of his Henley up as far as it’ll go, gently grazing my fingertips against the bruise on his side. It’s faded some, but still appears purple and painful.
“You never responded to the photo I sent,” he says.
“I was too busy getting myself off to it.”
The look of pure shock on his face makes me laugh. He seems cocky enough to consider I’ve fantasized about him, so I’m guessing his surprise is more me admitting it. The impulsive confession startled me too, but I don’t play it off. I want him to know this isn’t a lapse. That I’ve been thinking about this as much as he has. Maybe more.
Shock ebbs away into pure heat. “Show me,” he demands, lifting my hips off his lap.
My knees are spread on either side of his legs, his broad thighs holding mine open. His eyes are on my center, a secret spot no one else has ever inspected so hungrily, making me squirm with a mixture of arousal and vulnerability. He’s still fully dressed, so I’m the only one exposed. But it’s exciting, too, since Aidan’s often casual and relaxed. I imagine the intense focus on his face is how he looks on the ice, beneath the barrier of his helmet’s cage.
Slowly, I lift my hand and touch my clit. It doesn’t feel the same as when he was the one rubbing me, but the approval in his expression is thrilling. He watches my fingers move like he’s memorizing each motion.
Aidan’s expression becomes more strained with each passing second, the tendons in his neck fully visible. And then he’s ripping his fly down and reaching inside his jeans. Wrapping athick hand around his cock, the tendons in his arms flexing as he strokes himself. I watch his erection grow until he’s fully hard, swollen and thick.
I gasp, my fingers moving faster.
