“I promise it’ll feel even better when you’re coming on my face, baby.”
Thatprompts a squeaky, indignant response from me. “What are you waiting for?”
“Permission,” is his one-word response.
My head shoots back up so I’m looking him dead in the eye, his fingers paused in their demands on my nipples.
“Yes, YES, yes, fuck, how many times do I have to say it? Jesus, Aaron, I’ve wanted this since we hit puberty. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
Hunger flares in his eyes before he speaks again. “I’m sorry I’ve made you wait this long. I swear you’ll never have to ask me again, Gem.”
He drops to his knees in front of me, and the sight alone nearly pushes me over the edge—of oblivion, not the balcony railing, to clarify.
Aaron, one knee on the ground, one booted foot in front of him for balance, as his hands work to get my jeans unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled down. He doesn’t rush that either, pulling them down inch by painful inch, the rasp of the denim against my skin upping the anticipation for me with every new bit of flesh he reveals to his eyes, the air, the elements around us.
His lips are following the motion closely, laying soft kisses along the path his hands are taking, all the way down my thighs, first kissing one, then the other, down and over my knees, and all along my lower legs as he finally gets the pants down to my ankles. The unholy noises he’s making as he goes are reallydoing things to me. Not to mention, every single press of his lips shoots a tendril of pleasure straight to my core. I don’t have the patience for this, and I tell him that, which makes him laugh. He pulls my little boots off, one by one, the socks underneath, followed by my jeans and underwear.
The thought suddenly strikes me that we are out in the open, my ass and entire lower half completely bare to the breeze and any possible wandering eyes. I glance around quickly, making sure there’s no way we could be seen, and it seems like Aaron picked this spot well, because for as open as this is…we’re entirely secluded in our own little sanctuary of his property.
I’ve never done anything that felt remotely as risky—save that game of footsie in the restaurant—and another thrill of desire, stronger than the earlier ones, rockets through me at the knowledge we could be caught like this. For all the ways we’ve been seen together over the years, the thought of someone finding us in this compromising position… I can’t lie, it’s brewing warm tingles and flutters in my lower stomach. I’m shocked that I’m not embarrassed at the realization, but I can feel how wet I am from here, the raw need in me ramping up to an unprecedented level, so I guess I’m into it.
Aaron finally has me bared to him, and he crawls between my legs, settling in and making himself at home, right where he wants to be. He looks up at me from down there, maintaining eye contact as he grabs my left leg and pulls it over his shoulder, securing me in place with his right hand firmly gripping my ass cheek, and his other pressed against my stomach, holding me back against the railing. I think I whimper, but I might actually just be passing out from anticipation, lack of that vital oxygen I mentioned?
And then? He dives in, absolutelyfeastingon me. There’s no other word for it. His tongue is probing, licking, caressing mewith a kind of reverence and devotion I’ve never felt with any other partner.
With every swipe of his tongue, every gentle nibble, every kiss he presses to my body, he’s telling me he loves me, he wants me, that he’s mine, if I’ll have him.
Every shudder, every whispered moan I give him in response tells him I’ve always been his, he’s only just finally taking me.
The way he’s so clearly enjoying himself in between my legs, staring up at me with this carnal desire I couldn’t even imagine him idolizing me with until the last maybe half a percent of our friendship, it’s sending me hurtling toward the point of no return. I know this isn’t going to last long.I’mnot going to last long.
That hand of his on my stomach—the one that’s held mine through so many ups and downs as we came of age together, navigated all life offered together—it glides up, grasping my breast beneath my sweater, tweaking my nipple, getting as much of me in his hands as possible, just like he’s doing with his mouth.
The masculine sounds he’s making in response to my trembles, the shakes he’s bringing out of me, the way my head keeps falling back, my chest keeps heaving with the effort of trying to breathe through this unbearable pleasure he’s putting me through, that he’s not giving me the chance to escape from, it’s all too much for me.
I manage to bring my head back up, my eyes finding his like they’re magnets. The sight that’s haunted me upon every release I’ve ever had is now what I get to watch as I bend and finally break under his torment. That gorgeous face of his, with every bit of devotion he possesses focused onme.
We lock eyes—his glinting with the kind of desire I’ve only ever dreamed of seeing mirrored within them—right as his tongue does some Mortal Kombat combo after the announcersays “FINISH HER” and I explode around him, a mess of limbs, gasps, sloppy release and deepest emotion, all over him; all for him.
The smirk of pride that graces his lips should be illegal.
“Jesus, Gem.” I don’t know whyhesounds awed right now, that honor should be all mine after what he just made me feel, giving me the most intense high of my life.
After my tremors calm down and I can almost breathe again, he pulls back slightly, licks his lips, and wipes his mouth and chin with one hand. He stands back up, where I get a pretty clear view of just how muchheenjoyed that, and he holds my hips with both hands until I’m steady again.
Those gorgeous deep blue eyes stay locked on mine as he tells me, “God, I can’t wait to do that again. I’m never gonna get tired of seeing you come for me, baby.”
Some sort of whimper is my only response, and he flashes me that deadly half smile again.
After another moment, he reaches down to grab my discarded clothes and shoes, readjusting himself along the way, and damn if I don’t want to take my time getting acquainted with what he’s got going on. Honestly, it looks painful (probably gonna rip me in half here in a minute, but I’m willing to take one for the team—the team being the Aaron Stone fan club, founded by yours truly about ten years ago, now several million members strong), and I’d love to help relieve him of some of that tension he must be feeling.
My hand reaches out to him, trailing over his distended fly, on a lifelong mission at this point, and finally about to plant my flag in that summit after one hell of a climb. He gathers all of my belongings against his chest with one arm so he can use his free hand to grab my wandering one and stop its ascent with his steel grip. I look up at him, startled, and he reaches down, hoists me up into his arms somehow, and carries me back throughthe open door to the treehouse and into the bedroom suite. He places me down gently on the bed and kneels at my feet again. I’m so fucking ready for what comes next, it’s ridiculous.
But when his hands start working their way up my body once more, it’s because they’re dragging my pants up over my legs, the opposite of what I was hoping for.
“I…I thought you’d maybe wanna…ya know, do some more?” I offer weakly, kinda confused, my brain still only half cooperating after the entire galaxies of stars he just made me see.
His motion pauses, his head falls forward, hanging there for a second, before he gets some words out through all that gravel in his throat. “Believe me, Gem, I do.” He clears his throat and continues. “The only reason I’m putting these back on you right now is because I know I’m going to have so many more opportunities to feel you from the inside, make those legs shake in a hundred different ways for me, okay? Over my shoulders, around my hips, beneath or above me in any and every way we can find.” He punctuates each of those last words with kisses on any parts of my body he can reach. He gathers himself again and adds, “Only reason, baby.”
