Page 22 of Egg Me On
Instead of laughing or pulling away, Aiden's lips curved into a smile that was pure sin, and he licked his lips, reaching out to stroke me, his fingers trailing delicately up and down my shaft in a rhythm that made my whole body quake.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. But, yeah, I need to prep for something this big.” He glanced at me, and I gave one curt nod, throat tight, words stuck inside. I wanted to tell him how good it felt, how beautiful he was, how desperately I wanted to fill him up and wreck his tight little hole, but instead, I just sat there, silent like an idiot.
But Aiden, being Aiden, saw something in my silence that prompted him to keep going. Biting his bottom lip, he sat back on his knees and reached for the bottle of lube, then squeezed clear gel onto his fingers, slicking them thoroughly. “Do you want to watch? I can show you how I like to prep myself,” he said. “I’m really glad I took a shower when we got here, because I’m all pretty and clean for you. Is that okay, me showing you?”
I met his eyes and nodded.
I couldn't tear my eyes away as he leaned forward again, exposing his tight pink hole to me. With slick fingers, he circled his entrance, teasing himself with slow, deliberate strokes. He dropped his head to the pile of sleeping bags beneath him and his eyes fluttered closed, lips parting on a soft moan that shot straight to my cock.
"Like this," he breathed, pushing one finger inside himself. "Start slow and gentle. Stretch me open. Coax my body to relax so it can accommodate your size. Feels so good."
Jesus fucking Christ. I'd never seen anything so erotic in my life—Aiden on his knees before me, back arched prettily, working himself open, pleasure washing over his features as he added a second finger. His cock hung heavy between his legs, leaking onto the sleeping bag. My own ached in response, straining painfully against my jeans.
He was so fucking beautiful, so bold and open with his sensuality, and I hoped like hell that he knew that, because I couldn’t seem to find the words to tell him. I reached out and massaged his ass, watching him fuck himself on his fingers, body undulating with pleasure.
His eyes opened at that, pupils blown wide with desire. "Touch me," he begged. "Please. Use your fingers on me. Just like I’m doing."
The panic receded, washed away by something hotter, more primal. I shoved my jeans and underwear down, kicking them off with more urgency than grace, then reached for the lube. I gripped his wrist, gently pulling his fingers from his body. He moaned and wiggled his ass looking over his shoulders at me.
“Fuck me with your hand, Cash,” he breathed. “Please?”
I pressed my lips to the knob at the base of his neck, tasting salt and skin as I kissed my way down the elegant curve of his back.My hands spread his cheeks wider, exposing him fully to my gaze. Heat poured off him in waves, and I could feel the subtle tremors running through his thighs as he held the position.
I wanted to tell him how perfect he was, but without words, I only had my hands, my lips, my tongue, and I did everything I could to make him feel delicious. I took things slow, exploring every inch of him. I traced his entrance with one finger, marveling at the tight ring of muscle, at how it quivered beneath my touch. Aiden gasped, pushing back against me, silently begging for more. I obliged, pressing one finger slowly inside him, groaning at the tight heat that gripped me.
"Fuck, yes," Aiden hissed, head dropping forward between his shoulders. "More, Cash. Please."
I worked him open carefully, adding a second finger when his body relaxed around the first. The sounds he made—breathy whimpers and broken moans—drove me wild, made me want to replace my fingers with my cock so badly I could barely think straight. But I forced myself to go slow, to stretch him properly, curling my fingers experimentally until—
"Holy fuck!" Aiden cried out, body jolting. "Right there. God, right there."
I pressed against the spot again, watching in fascination as he writhed beneath me, completely undone by my touch. Power surged through me, heady and intoxicating. I could do this. I could make him feel good. It didn’t matter that he was a man. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t find the words that I needed, onlythat he was sexy as hell to me, and that I could take him apart with my hands, my cock, my mouth.
"Need you," he gasped, pushing back hard against my fingers. "Now, Cash. Need your cock inside me. Please, baby."
I reached for a condom with my free hand, tearing the packet open with my teeth. My hands trembled as I rolled it onto my aching cock, slicking myself with more lube.
Aiden pulled away and rolled onto his back. He spread his legs wide, knees drawn up to expose himself to me. "Want to see you," he explained, eyes burning with intensity. "Want to watch your face the first time you fuck me."
Christ. My cock twitched at his words, at the sight of him spread out before me like a feast. I grabbed a spare t-shirt from my bag, rolling it up and shoving it beneath his hips to lift him to the right angle. Desperation warred with the intense need to take care of him—the same need that had driven me to buy protective gear, to fix his car, and in the end, care won, and I took my time, making sure he was comfortable.
I crawled between his legs, bracing myself on one arm above him. With my free hand, I guided the head of my cock to his slick entrance, rubbing against him teasingly. His hands clutched at my shoulders, nails digging into my skin as he whimpered, actually fucking whimpered, with need.
"Please," he begged, eyes locked on mine, pupils so dilated they nearly swallowed the color. "Need you inside me."
I pressed forward slightly, watching his face for any sign of discomfort. The tight ring of muscle resisted momentarily, then gave way, allowing just the head of my cock to breach him. We both gasped—me at the incredible tight heat, at the visual of my cock disappearing inside his hole as his own cock lay hard and leaking against his flat stomach. He let out a soft sound—pain and pleasure combining, his eyes wide with wonder. And like this, maybe I didn’t need to worry about talking at all. Our connection was intimate, primal, and real.
I found myself wanting to touch and taste his cock, wanting to make him come with my hand wrapped around him.
A dark, familiar voice crept in, chastising me for wanting it, for letting myself be different. But this time, I pushed it away. Nothing this good could possibly be wrong.
I inched forward, sinking into Aiden's tight heat with excruciating slowness. Every nerve ending in my body screamed for me to thrust hard, to bury myself to the hilt, but I held back, watching his face for any sign of pain. His eyes were half-closed, lips parted, breath coming in short gasps that matched my own. When I finally bottomed out, fully seated inside him, the sensation nearly undid me—hot, tight perfection gripping my cock like nothing I'd ever felt before.
I stayed like that, my cock impaling his body as I crashed my lips against his, trying to pour everything I was feeling into a wildly desperate kiss. He arched up, threading his fingers through my hair as he devoured my tongue, moaning against my mouth. And gently, I started to rock inside him.
Aiden's eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking with mine. That familiar smirk played at the corners of his mouth—the one that had been driving me crazy for weeks.
"You’re really big,” he whimpered, and I stiffened, worried I was hurting him. He soothed a hand down my back. “In the best possible way. It feels so good, Cash, like you’re filling all of me. Like I don’t know where you end and I begin," he whispered, voice wrecked. His legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me impossibly deeper. "Fuck me hard, Cash. I want you to wreck me, to make me feel you tomorrow."
