He presses me up against the door and rubs his cock against my panty-covered pussy, hard and hot. I moan with pleasure, rocking my hips to keep pace with him.
“Dammit.”
The curse is low and gruff, as if he’s just realized I’m still wearing panties. Rather than setting me down so he can pull them off and slide them down my legs, he hooks one side of the delicate lace and yanks at it. There’s a ripping sound and a sharp snap, and then he pulls the shredded fabric away from my body, baring me to him completely.
So needy for him that I’ve forgotten every reason why this could be a bad idea, I reach down to guide him in to me—but Aiden grabs my wrist, pulling my hand away.
“No,” he growls. “Not yet.”
Keeping one hand under my ass, holding me up and bracing me between his large form and the door, he pins my wrist against the door with his other hand. My arm stretches above my head as he rocks against me, biting my neck as he moves. It feels dirty and rough, like I’m riding out a storm that might pick me up and spit me out in a completely different state.
“A-Aiden…” I breathe.
I can’t speak. I want to say something, to beg him for more, maybe. But I can’t. It’s all I can do to breathe as his cock slides against me, tantalizing but still so far away from where I need him.
“You fucking vixen. How do you do this to me?” he demands, breathing hard as he grinds against me.
I barely manage to hold on to Aiden as he suddenly hauls me away from the door, taking several long strides and then pressing me to the large window on the adjoining wall. The glass makes a dull sound as my back thuds against it, and my breath catches. No one is outside to see us—or at least, I don’t think they are. And even if someone saw us, I’m mostly clothed, so it’s not like they’d see a whole lot.
But still, it feels borderline public.
I’ve never considered public sex before, but Aiden has driven every rational thought out of my mind. I’m thinking about things I never would, fantasies I would probably have otherwise been startled by. It doesn’t seem so crazy when I have Aiden right here, nipping and kissing my lips as he rolls his hips, shoving his cock through my folds where it’s sandwiched between our bodies.
“You’re wet,” he grits out. “After all these years, your pussy is still so greedy for me. Jesus, Rose. You wreck me. Gonna fuck you now.”
His words are barely more than grunts, his sentences clipped and half formed, as if he’s lost the ability to say more than that. I hitch my legs around his waist just as he thrusts into me, gasping and digging my fingers into his jacket.
“Fuck,” he groans, breaking our kiss to rest his forehead on the window next to me. Our cheeks are pressed together, and I can feel the muscles in his jaw working, as if he’s trying to get ahold of himself. Trying to regain some kind of control.
In that small pause, I scramble to shove the dark jacket off, then hold his shoulders for purchase as he starts to move.
With a guttural growl, he begins to fuck me, each thrust sharp and fast.
“So tight,” he grunts. “So wet. Take my fucking cock.”
His words are halfway between a command and a plea, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, clinging to him as he slams into me over and over. I keep feeling like I’m about to fall to the ground, like he might run out of energy and melt into a puddle, but it never happens. My mind and heart might be a wreck, but my body is insatiable for this, so starved for more of Aiden that I feel like someone who’s been dying of hunger suddenly being offered a three course meal.
I tighten around him, trying to keep him inside me longer. The push of his cock is hard and hot, my pussy stinging with the pleasure and force. It makes my entire body feel electric, like I’m crackling with energy.
I don’t know how long he fucks me. I know I’ll be sore.
Aiden slams into my body as I feel sweat gather at the small of my back, the dress I’m wearing tearing somewhere I can’t see. I don’t care.
His mouth is on my collarbone, leaving marks I know I won’t be able to hide. I think about his marks on me, about other people seeing. It makes heat curl low inside me. I think about what they might think when they see.
Will they know I’m his? Will they think he left these marks softly, lovingly?
Or will they know he fucked me hard, made me feel endless pleasure?
Aiden’s cock is slick inside me. He’s so hard I can’t believe he hasn’t come yet. I’m so close, the rush gathering inside me. I almost want to make him slow, make him ease off before we come too close. I don’t want this to end.
But I don’t have the strength to stop this. I want all of him now.
We both come hard, almost at the same time. I feel Aiden’s heat inside me and then I’m hit by my orgasm, slammed almost as hard as he fucked me into the window. One of my hands slaps against the glass, my palm slick with sweat.
My entire body contracts, my legs shaking as he empties himself inside me. I shudder through the orgasm, and Aiden pants against my neck, his arms strong around me.
The way he holds me is like he’ll never let me go. Like he wants us to be intertwined forever.
