I lean into his space, bringing our bodies closer together as I settle my hand on his hip, feeling his warm skin. It’s not lost on me that we’ve been here before, but before it was a rush. A heat of the moment thing. We were drunk and having fun.
Now we’re both sober and there’s nothing or no one to blame for the mistakes I’m going to inevitably make.
He leans his face towards mine as my leg slips through the opening between his.
“Okay,” he whispers.
His gaze flashes to my lips, his hand on my hip soft and warm where it rests. I know what he wants and a part of me knows I should just tell him good night. I should leave things at this before they get blurry again.
I should just close my eyes and let sleep take me because Iamtired. It’s been a long day, and I’m pretty sure he would understand. He looks beat, too.
But I also know he’s been touching me and kissing me all day. And not just in front of other people, but when we’re alone, so I don’t know why he’s holding back now. And I realize, all at once, I don’t want him to. I don’t want him to hold back from me.
Maybe it’s the entirety of this situation or maybe it’s just being here—in Madison Park, with him—or maybe it’s just the last few years finally catching up to me in a way I can’t ignore, but whatever it is, and whatever the reason, I don’t fight it.
“Aaron,” I whisper, leaning into his space. My lips ghost his as I flash my gaze up at him. I press our bodies together, the feel of his solid chest smooth against mine. His hand on my hip moves slowly, caressing my skin as he licks his lips.
“Hmm?” His voice is deep, content. I note the way his gaze hasn’t left my mouth.
“Kiss me.” I trail my fingers up his body, up his arm, and lay my hand across his neck. His pulse races beneath my touch and I like that. I like that a lot.
Aaron smirks.
“Is that an order, little prince?” he asks, his voice tinged in sleep and humor.
“Or a request?”
My lips pull up in the corner, a soft smile grazing my lips. “Both.”
Aaron lets out a deep laugh that makes my insides twist as he tightens his grip on my waist.
“So fucking bossy,” he says, just before his lips covet mine and my entire body loosens. He kisses me slowly, his lips smooth like silk. His tongue finds mine rather quickly, and I deepen our kiss, pulling him into my space as I let myself pretend that it’s real.
That this man wants me as badly as I want him. Aaron shifts as I pull him on top of me, his mouth finding my bottom lip as he gently sucks it before caressing my tongue once more. My cock jumps in my briefs as he settles his weight on me, his hardness brushing against my body in reciprocation.
I shift my position, partly to get comfortable, but also so I can feel more of him. I want to feel every inch I can. My hands trail over his body, finding his hips as he straddles me. Instinctively,I thrust upwards, grinding against his solid cock as his hands settle on my waist.
A deep groan escapes my throat as I slide my hands over his ass, squeezing just the slightest; trying to hold on as I fall deeper into the moment, the fantasy.
He breaks our kiss, gazing down at me. For a split second, he says nothing. All that can be heard is our heavy breath and the loud beating of my heart in my own ears. All that can be felt is this fire, this heat between us and the heaviness of my cock as his throbs against mine.
I look up at him, finding those deep amber eyes once more as reality settles in my brain.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been underneath a man in this capacity and the fact is not lost on me.
My cock throbs, my body aching to feel his in every way.
“Tell me what you want, Jacob,” he says, his voice soft, almost reverent.
“I—” The words are stuck in my throat. There are too many of them.
His cock twitches against mine, and I gently squeeze his ass, pushing him against my cock. His gaze holds mine.
“Tell Daddy what you want,” he says, grazing his lips against mine, causing my cock to twitch again. The way he turns me on is insane. I’ve never been with anyone who could get me so keyed up from just making out like a damn teenager.
Maybe it’s the exhaustion or the heated look in his gaze. Maybe it’s my aching cock and its selfish need to feel the pleasure I know is waiting for me on the other side of my submission.
But whatever it is, I blame it for the words that fall out of my mouth without warning.
