He flicks his tongue against my upper lip and sinks a finger inside me. “I’m already hurting by not being inside you.”
I drop my legs open to give him more room as he thrusts his finger in and out of me, then curls the digit to stroke a spot thatmakes my toes curl. My thighs tremble, and I arch my neck, a whine slipping out of me as he focuses on rubbing that spot.
“That’s it, pretty girl.” He kisses my neck and adds a second finger. “Keep fucking my hand. Show me how you’re going to ride my cock.”
Pressure builds in my lower stomach. I move my hips with his hand and ride him like he’s demanding.
Aiden rolls his thumb over my clit, and a mischievous grin spreads across his face. “Let go, little sister. Let your big brother take care of you.”
The tension snaps, and I throw my head back with a scream. I claw his shoulders and fuck his hand as he works me through the orgasm while murmuring praises.
When I come down from the high, he rips my panties off, moves onto his knees, and strips out of his clothes. I drink in the sight of his naked, tattooed body as he straddles my chest, his cock in his hand.
He’s beyond beautiful, with his athletic build covered in tattoos. The muscles in his arm and chest flex as he strokes himself, his heated gaze roaming over me. His hand moves up and down as he pleasures himself. With each upward stroke, I glimpse the ink before he hides it again.
“I know you’ve been curious about the tattoo.” He moves closer. “I’ve been keeping it a secret from you.”
I swallow to wet my dry mouth. “How come?”
Releasing his cock, he fists my hair and brings my head forward until his tip nudges my lips. “Why don’t you look and find out for yourself?”
My fingers circle the shaft, then lift. He leans back on his heels to give me a better view of the underside of his dick, and my jaw drops. Black letters in my handwriting spell out my name, starting from the tip all the way to the base in a vertical tattoo.
“How long have you had this?” I trace each letter with my finger.
Aiden’s abs flex, jerking his cock beneath my touch. “A little over a year.”
He’s had my name tattooed on his dick for over a year?
My head swims with that new knowledge.
Does this mean he’s fucked other women with my name?
Aiden’s fingers tighten in my hair. “When I got your name tattooed on me, I was hoping there would be a day when you’d look up at me with eyes full of tears as you gagged onyourcock. Because it belongs to you, Nova. Yours to stroke, suck, fuck, and make it come for you.”
Pre-cum beads at the tip. The way he talks about his cock being mine, like it’s not attached to his body, excites me.
I don’t resist the temptation. Raising my gaze to his face, I lean forward and drag my tongue over the salty liquid. I moan and wrap my lips around the head. He groans and pushes deeper into my mouth until it bumps the back of my throat, making me gag.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he growls.
Easing his hips back, he drags his cock over my tongue, leaving enough space for me to suck in a ragged breath, followed by a cough. He barely gives me enough time to catch my breath before he thrusts forward and hits the back of my throat again. A shudder rolls through his body, and he holds still to make me choke on him.
Tears fill my eyes, and I hold his stare as he watches me, his muscles bulging from restraint.
“Better than I ever imagined,” he says. “So fucking beautiful.”
Pride swells in my chest at his praise.
He drags his cock out enough for me to breathe. I hollow my cheeks and suck, earning a hissed breath from him. He pumps his hips, carefully fucking my mouth at first, then increasinglygetting rougher. My head drops onto the bed, and all I can do is lie still, letting him use me for his own pleasure.
With each thrust, he loses a little more control and fucks my face faster. He braces his palm against the headboard, the other still in my hair and petting me like he’s thankful that I’m letting him do this.
The throbbing ache builds between my legs. No matter how much I squeeze my thighs, it never dulls.
I don’t think Aiden realizes how much this turns me on. He can be apologetic all he wants and try to convey it through gentle strokes on my head or cheek, but I like that he’s losing control. How he looks at me with wild eyes and bared teeth makes it all worth it.
Aiden groans and yanks his cock out of my mouth. He settles between my spread legs and guides the tip to my entrance. In one thrust, he slides in until he bottoms out.
