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“I’m not very good at this,” she said timidly, as she fumbled with the button and fly of his jeans. “Or at least that’s what my ex always said.”
Aiden wanted to find out who that guy was and punch him in the mouth. The last thing Olivia needed wasmoreto be anxious about. “Guy sounds like an asshole,” he said, then drew in a sharp breath as she took his length in her warm hands.
That made Olivia smile. “He certainly was.” She ran her thumb along the underside of his cock with enough pressure to make him suck in another harsh breath, and then looked up at him with those bright blue eyes. “Tell me what to do?”
Aiden traced a finger over the seam of her lips, parting them. “Open for me, beautiful.”
Most of the tension went out of her shoulders as soon as he took control. His sweet, submissive girl.
“Start with your tongue.”
She followed his instruction eagerly, running her tongue down the length of him over and over, then swirling it around the head. It felt fucking fantastic.
“Good girl,” Aiden said. “Now take me into your mouth.”
She was back to being hesitant, taking only the head at first, sucking on it hard enough to hollow out her cheeks. When she tried to take him deeper, she second-guessed herself and pulled away, letting his cock fall from between her lips. “Fuck,” she said under her breath. Her gaze flew up to his, eyes wide. “I mean—”
“Naughty girl,” Aiden scolded, though he kept his tone soft. He wasn’t angry, and the last thing he wanted was to send her into another panic spiral. Clearly, she needed him to be in total control for this. “Looks like I’m going to have to teach that dirty mouth of yours a lesson.”
Taking careful hold of her face, he thrust his cock shallowly into her mouth. Once again, her whole body relaxed, and she put obvious effort into making herself his perfect little fucktoy: rounding her lips, shielding her teeth, and servicing him with more of that glorious suction.
Aiden told himself he could control his baser urges for her. He could be gentle and reintroduce her to the marvelous world of fellatio in a way that left her exhilarated, not afraid or ashamed.
But Jesus fucking Christ, she felt so goddamn good.
In the end, he lost his tenuous grasp on control. Grabbing her by the hair, he held her head in place as he pumped in and out of her mouth, bumping against the back of her throat and making her gag.
Glorious creature that she was, she didn’t once try to stop him or pull away. Her eyes fluttered closed after a handful of thrusts, and she made soft, sweet little moans. Being used by him so roughly was clearly turning her on. Each sound she made vibrated through his cock, which only pushed him closer to the edge.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuu—” His final word broke off as he came, spilling into her mouth and throat. He held her perfectly still until the last spasms ran through him. When he at last pulled out of her mouth, some of his come dripped over her lip and down her chin.
Before he could react, Olivia’s tongue darted out, licking up most of his seed. What she couldn’t reach with her tongue, she swiped up with a finger, popping the digit into her mouth and sucking it dry.
“Christ,” he said, breathless, mesmerized. Sometimes she seemed so innocent and inexperienced, and then she went and did things likethat. Aiden got himself resituated and closed his jeans, then handed her the phone. “For that, you can take whatever pictures you want.”
Grinning like a kid at Disney World, she squatted down and snapped several photos at various angles. Then, before he even knew what was happening, she stood and snuggled into his side, holding out the phone to take a selfie. He looked like a deer in headlights in the first photo, but he recovered quickly enough. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he smiled for selfie number two.
“I love it,” she said happily, pocketing his phone.
So did he, which was the weird part. He’d taken his fair share of photos in the bedroom or dungeon—plenty of his guests were turned on by being being filmed or photographed—but this might be the first “normal” picture he’d ever taken with a woman.
He would’ve gladly done so with Giselle, his first sub, but the few times he’d tried to steer them in the direction of a real relationship, she’d immediately guided things back into the sexual realm. His fourth and final attempt had involved dinner at the fanciest restaurant he could afford, cheap champagne under the stars, and a declaration of love.
Giselle had laughed in his face and ended everything, her slights to his upbringing, his social standing, and his manhood so abasing, he’d been careful never to make the same mistake again.
So why was he fighting the urge to fish his phone out of her pocket and look at the picture again?
Time for a subject change, stat.
“You know,” he said, giving her a little nudge to get them moving again, “I don’t remember reading ‘nature lover and fungi enthusiast’ on your application.”
“I should think not,” she teased back. “Usually when fungus comes up in the bedroom, it’s not a good thing.”
They laughed together as they continued down the trail, swapping jokes and taunts, and stopping often for Olivia to take pictures of whatever leaf or flower or other random thing caught her fancy. He didn’t even mind all the interruptions. He loved the joy and concentration on her face as she strove to get her perfect shot.
Luckily, the overlook was only a little over a mile and a half from the Manor, and the trail wasn’t even particularly steep. They probably could’ve made it in about thirty minutes if they hadn’t taken so many little breaks. And since he’d been grinning for so long his face literally hurt, perhaps Zach hadn’t fucked him over after all.
“Wow,” he couldn’t help saying as they went around a bend in the trees, and the overlook came into view.
