My eyes widen, and I scramble backward. “I’m not taking that tentacle up the butt. Are you kidding me?”
Aiden catches me by the throat, with a husky laugh, and draws me against his chest. “It’s not going up your ass, pretty girl. My cock is.” His thumb strokes over my pounding pulse. “But I need to know if you’ve ever taken anything there.”
“You should know by now that I’ve never slept with anyone until you. I thought it was obvious,” I stammer.
His eyes darken, heat flaring in them and burning me.
“I didn’t want to assume, but knowing I’m the first man to touch you is”—his grip on my throat tightens—“so fucking dangerous.”
I raise my hand, reaching for the spot behind my ear. Aiden catches my wrist before I can scratch. “You want to do double penetration?”
“Only if you’re comfortable with it.” He lowers my arm to my side and fingers the hem of my dress. “But I need to know if you’ve ever played with your ass with those toys that you keep stashed in your nightstand by your bed.”
I don’t know how he knows where I keep my dildos. And I don’t care. Aiden snooping around my room when I’m not there excites me more than it should.
“Yes,” I breathe. “To both.”
His pupils dilate, and he groans, pleased with my answer. “That’s my girl.”
Those three words will be my undoing every time, and Aiden knows it.
He lowers himself to his knees, head tilted back and eyes on my face as he slips his hands beneath my dress.
Breath shudders out of me.
His fingers curl into the waistband of my panties, and he lowers them until they pool around my platform boots. I lift one foot and step out of the underwear, all while holding his gaze. He stuffs them into his pocket with a wink. I whimper as he reaches between my legs and dips his fingers between my folds, stroking from clit to entrance and back.
“Oh, you naughty girl,” Aiden growls. “You’re soaked. You like the thought of being stuffed with two cocks?”
Technically, it’s his cock and a tentacle, but I’m not about to correct him.
“Yes.”
He eases a finger inside me and curls it to stroke a sensitive spot. My vision blurs, and I bite my bottom lip to stifle the moan in the back of my throat.
“What a good girl,” he coos. “We don’t want anyone knowing what we’re up to, now, do we?”
I think I shake my head. I don’t know. All I can focus on is how he strokes his finger in and out of me, slow and torturing. Tingles spread through my body and to my toes. The feeling builds, tightening the cord in my core as he works me closer to the edge.
Then, with a soft chuckle, he stops and stands. “Not yet, baby. Show me how well your pussy takes a tentacle.”
“You’re such a tease,” I whine.
“Not as much as you are.” He winks and swats my bottom, then guides me to his bike with his hand squeezing my ass cheek.
With his help, I throw a leg over the seat and hover over the daunting toy. I brace my palms against the gas tank and peer up at him through my lashes, holding his stare while lowering myself onto the dildo. Aiden inches to the side, positioninghimself behind me, and lifts the hem of my dress to watch as it impales me.
“Fuck me,” he groans. “Your pussy looks so good being stretched.”
His praises are like a shot of lust straight to the veins. My eyelashes flutter, and a small moan slips out of me as every ridge and groove stretches me. The girth widens until I fear I can’t take any more.
I whimper and peer over my shoulder at him.
“Aiden,” I whine. “I don’t know if I can do it.”
His gaze shifts to my eyes, and he grabs my hip. “Keep going. There are two inches left, and I know you can take them.” He guides me down the rest of the tentacle until it’s fully seated inside me.
My breath hitches, and I drop my head forward until the bottom of the helmet touches my sternum.
