Page 23 of Egg Me On
Something snapped inside me at his words—the last thread of control I'd been clinging to. I drew back slowly, then slammed forward, driving into him with a force that made the tent's walls shudder. Aiden arched beneath me, a broken cry tearing from his throat, his fingers digging into my biceps hard enough to leave marks.
"Yes," he hissed, meeting my thrusts with an upward roll of his hips that made stars explode behind my eyelids. "Just like that. Don't stop."
I fucked into him with abandon, all my earlier hesitation evaporating in the heat between us. Each thrust drove me deeper, my balls slapping against his ass, the obscene sounds of our bodies joining, filling the tent. The sleeping bags bunched beneath us, my knees digging into the thin barrier between us and the hard ground, but I didn't care. Nothing mattered but Aiden—the tight clutch of his body around my cock, the broken moans falling from his lips, the way his fingers scrabbled for purchase on my sweat-slicked back.
Our lips found each other in another messy, desperate kiss—all tongue and teeth and shared breath. I devoured him, claiming his mouth with the same intensity I claimed his body. He tasted like beer and desire and something uniquely him that I couldn't get enough of. My tongue traced the seam of his lips, demanding entry that he eagerly granted. The angle pushed me deeper inside him, and he whimpered into my mouth, the sound vibrating through both our bodies.
"So good," he gasped against my lips. "So fucking good."
I drove into him harder, angling my hips on instinct, searching for that spot that had made him cry out earlier. When I found it, his whole body jolted, back arching off the sleeping bag, a strangled moan ripping from his throat, and his fingers dug into my back, as if he could haul me closer, deeper.
"There," he panted, eyes wild. "Right there. Don't stop."
I pounded against that spot relentlessly, watching his face twist with almost unbearable pleasure. His cock bounced between us with each thrust, angry red and leaking onto his stomach. Aiden reached down, wrapping his fingers around himself, stroking in time with my thrusts.
"No," I growled, surprising myself as I grabbed his wrist, pinning it beside his head. "Mine." Were those the first words I’d spoken all night? I wasn’t sure.
His eyes widened, pupils blown black with lust, as I wrapped my own hand around his cock. The feel of him—hot, hard, silky skinover rigid steel—sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through me. This should have felt strange, foreign. Instead, it felt right, natural, like I'd been meant to touch him this way all along.
"Cash," he whimpered, hips bucking up into my hand, his body shaking beneath me as he lost control, writhing wildly against each thrust, his hands searching for purchase on my back, my ass, and finally the floor of the tent. "Please. Oh god, I’m going to come. You fuck me so good."
I stroked him in time with my thrusts, my grip firm but not too tight, my thumb swiping over the sensitive head on each upstroke. Pre-cum leaked from his slit, slicking my movements. The dual sensations—his cock in my hand, my cock in his ass—was driving me toward the edge faster than I wanted.
Aiden writhed beneath me, caught between my hand and my cock, completely at my mercy. The power of it, the raw intimacy, was intoxicating. I'd never felt this connected during sex, never been so aware of my partner's every reaction, every breath, every flutter of eyelashes.
"Going to come," he gasped, body tensing beneath me. "Cash, I'm—"
I met his eyes and increased the pace, needing to watch him experience this intense pleasure, to feel his body around me as he came.
His body bowed off the sleeping bag, muscles going rigid as his orgasm crashed through him. Hot pulses of cum spilled over myfingers, striping his stomach and chest. His ass clenched around my cock in rhythmic waves, so tight it was almost painful. The sight of him—completely undone beneath me, my name on his lips as he came—pushed me over the edge.
My orgasm hit like a fucking freight train, pleasure slamming into me with brutal force. I buried my face against Aiden's shoulder to muffle my groan as I emptied myself into the condom, hips stuttering against his ass. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed through me, more intense than anything I'd ever experienced. I bit down on the slope where his neck met his shoulder, marking him without conscious thought.
As the aftershocks subsided, I became aware of Aiden's arms wrapped around me, his heart pounding against my chest, his breath warm against my hair. We fit together perfectly, like we had on the motorcycle—two bodies moving as one, finding a natural rhythm that couldn't be taught or learned, only discovered.
I kissed him softly, a stark contrast to the frantic coupling of moments before. His lips yielded beneath mine, gentle and pliant. When I finally pulled out, he winced slightly, making me instantly concerned. I reached between us and tenderly stroked his hole, swollen from my violent fucking. I backed up, removing the condom and tying it off, rooting in my bags for some kind of salve.
He shook his head, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "I’m okay, baby. Don’t look so worried. I think that was the best fuck of my life. "
I rummaged through my bag for a packet of face and body wipes I kept for cleaning up while camping. With tender care, I cleaned the mess from his stomach and chest, then between his legs. The intimacy of the act—more intimate, somehow, than the sex itself—made something warm unfurl in my chest.
When I'd finished and tossed the trash in a bag, Aiden reached for me, pulling me down beside him on top of the air mattress. Without hesitation, I gathered him against my chest, one arm wrapped around his waist, his head tucked beneath my chin. He fit against me like he belonged there, his back to my front, my knees tucked behind his. He shivered, and I straightened the tangled mess of air mattresses around us.
"Mmm, thank you for that. I’ve been wanting you for so long,” he murmured sleepily.
I buried my nose in his hair, inhaling the scent of him—sweat and sex and something citrusy from his shampoo. Outside our tent, I could hear the distant sounds of the campfire gathering—laughter, conversation, the occasional clink of bottles, and I wondered how much of his shouts everyone had heard. But I couldn’t bring myself to care. Maybe I liked that they knew he was mine.
Terror and elation battled within me as I held him. I'd just crossed a line I'd never imagined crossing, done things I'd never thought I'd want to do. I didn't know what my next move should be—whether to retreat behind familiar walls or lean into this terrifying new reality. All I knew was that right now, with Aiden's warm body pressed against mine, his heartbeat slowing to match my own, I didn't want to be anywhere else.
"What are you thinking?" he asked softly, his fingers lacing with mine where they rested on his stomach. I wished I could tell him, but the words didn’t come, never came when it mattered. So I just hauled him close and kissed the side of his neck.
Chapter 9
Aiden
I woke to thegentle press of Cash's chest against my back, his arm a heavy anchor around my waist, his breath warm against my neck. Morning sunlight filtered through the tent's fabric, casting everything in a soft amber glow that made the moment feel almost dreamlike. Two nights in his arms. Two nights of his hands mapping every inch of my body, his lips claiming mine with a hunger that left me breathless, and I still couldn't quite believe this was real. That Cash Upton, who'd barely spoken more than ten words at a time to me before this weekend, had taken me apart with his hands and mouth and cock like he'd been studying my body for years.
He’d still barely spoken, but it hadn’t mattered, not when he’d looked at me like he had—kissed me and fucked me like he was desperate for me.
