“Touch yourself,” he murmurs. “But don’t come.”
I want to scream and protest. I want to beg. But I know what he wants, and as painfully close as I am, I want it too. I keep my mouth shut and press a finger against my clit, circling it slowly.
Aiden peels off his shirt, and can’t stop staring at the way his arms flex. I imagine them holding me down, strong and unyielding. He slips off his shoes and then shoves his pants down, undressing until he’s completely naked in front of me.
Then he starts to stroke himself as he watches me.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I breathe.
He doesn’t answer, but the corners of his lips turn up just a little.
I can’t stop looking at the way his hand moves, the way his muscles tense. I can see how hard he is, his cock veiny and purple, precum leaking from the tip.
“Please,” I gasp, unable to stop myself. I can’t hold back. It was hard enough when I was alone. With Aiden right before me, I know I can’t stop myself.
He kneels on the bed, still watching me. “Not yet.”
I groan, willing myself to stop, but I can’t. I can’t stop touching myself, can’t stop imagining everything I want Aiden to do to me. “Aiden, please. I need you, god, please—”
“Keep going. I want to watch you, Rose. Butdon’tcome until I tell you to.”
I twist against the bed, the pleasure and agony of holding back making my entire body tense. I keep feeling the rush within me, harder and faster each time, and pulling back when I want more is torture.
The tease of the impending orgasm I can never have is driving me crazy.
I can feel my legs shaking. I just want more, but Aiden doesn’t say anything. I wish he would say yes. Better yet, I wish he’d turn me over and fuck me until I scream into the sheets.
“Please,” I whimper again.
It’s the only thing I can say. I can feel tears stinging my eyes. I feel raw and exposed, so close to bliss but holding myself back from free falling into it. My fingers work my oversensitive clit, circling and stopping, circling and stopping.
Finally, Aiden gives in, his eyes dark as they watch me.
“Do it,” he grunts. “Come for me, Rose.”
I don’t wait. As soon as he says it, my body is already following the command, slipping over the edge immediately.
Aiden drives inside me right when I do, groaning as I squeeze him tighter than I ever could have thought possible.
I keep coming as he starts to fuck me, ramming into me, sliding perfectly. I’m so wet that I can hear it, hear his cock slick from my body. The pleasure sparks in me like electricity as he slams into me again and again.
“Aiden,” I gasp, the remnants of my orgasm fluttering through me.
But even as I start to come down from the high, my body is greedy for more. I can feel myself gripping him, pulling him in. Aiden groans as he thrusts into me. The sound of his pelvis slapping against mine drowns out every other sound, and I tilt my hips up to him and feel him hit deeper within me, the impact so hard it almost brings me to tears again.
Aiden snaps his hips, driving hard into me, and I come again. The rush almost brings me off the bed, my hips rising, my body shaking.
“Fuck! Yes!”
I cry out, and Aiden is suddenly turning me over. It’s almost rough, the way I bounce on the mattress as he turns me.
I barely get my arms beneath me to hold my body up before he’s reaching for something. I hear the sound of plastic snapping, and then something cool drips over my skin as he slicks me, preparing my ass. My legs shake with anticipation and I try to catch my breath, hoping I can hold myself up long enough.
Aiden slides a finger along my ass, his other hand pressing against my back. “You want this, little dove?”
“Please,” I whimper, still breathing heavily from the orgasm. “Aiden, I want you. Please.”
“You like being fucked like this? You’re so wet, fuck—”
