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“You close?” he asks.
I nod. Then nod again.
I could come right now, easily. I’ve never done this before—touched myself in front of a guy. The thrill is exciting and erotic, but I fight the pleasure.
I’m holding back, not wanting to come until it’s around his cock.
His hand is moving slower than mine, slow tugs as he stares at me. “Look how hard I am for you.”
Jesus. And he thinksmymouth is distracting.
I scooch back as far as I can go, which is not far, so I can maneuver enough to pull my thong off. The material is flimsy enough to barely be in the way, but I don’t want any barrier.
Aidan reaches past me, opening the glove compartment. When he leans back against the seat, there’s a foil wrapper in his hand. He tears the condom open with his teeth, pinches the tip, then rolls the rubber down his huge erection.
Maybe if we hadn’t already hooked up once, the size of his cock would be more daunting.
But I know it’ll fit. Remember how incredible it felt when it did.
I lean forward and kiss him, new nerves appearing as anticipation mixes with arousal. He guides the fat tip to my opening, grunting when he feels the slickness that’s evidence of how worked up I am. It’s practically dripping down my thighs. I shiver when I feel himthere, hot and thick. But he doesn’t push into me, just drags the head back and forth through the wetness.
My head falls into the crook of his neck, breathing heavily asI inhale his delicious, masculine scent. Everything about Aidan is somale, the muscles I’m touching and the dick about to enter me, and it incites all these primal desires inside of me.
The steady beat of Aidan’s heart pounds against my palm, rhythmic and reassuring. He’s a hot, experienced guy. But he’s also a human, just like me. Flesh and bone and blood, with insecurities and fears.
I press my lips against the hot skin just beneath his jawbone. “I might be bad at this,” I whisper.
“Bad at what?”
“This.” I sink down, both of us groaning when he slips in an inch.
“You’re not bad at this.” His tone says not to argue, so I stay silent. “Rylan. Who told you that you were bad at sex?”
“It’s more that no one told me I was good at it.”
Aidan’s silent for a moment. Then he says, “I’m a few seconds from coming just from thinking about being back inside of you. I’ve jacked off thinking about that night in Colorado forweeks. Whatever some guy told you—or didn’t—it says a lot more about him than you. Sounds like he couldn’t handle you.”
“And you can?”
I know he can. He has.
He smirks. “Fuck around and find out, Rye.”
I’m totally unprepared for how it feels—sinking down. How he spreads and stretches me. How hefillsme after the sweet eternity it takes for my body to readjust to his size.
“That’s it. Good girl.”
I exhale, the warmth of Aidan’s hands on my hips spreading through my entire body. His praise heating me just as much.
“Look at you taking me.” He sounds so proud.
I’m panting. I can feel him expanding inside of me, the sting of the first couple of strokesalmostpainful. But it’s drowned outby everything else I’m experiencing. By the satisfaction of having sex with him.
He fucks me with slow, shallow strokes. We both watch as his hips flex, working his cock in and out of me.
Turns out I didn’t have to worry about the heat in the truck. It feels like my entire body is on fire.
Aidan’s hands slide up my back, tangling into my hair and tugging on the strands. Something I never realized I loved until the first time he did it. The spark of pain amplifies the pleasure. His lips are back on mine, his tongue tracing my lips gently before he nips my bottom one. Then he’s demanding entrance, licking inside my mouth.
