He huffs out a laugh and stops moving. “That sounds awfully familiar. Please let me come. I wonder where I heard that.”
I straighten and cast a glare at him over my shoulder, loathing the amusement dancing in his eyes. “You punished me the other night.”
“Yeah, I did. But I didn’t edge you like I wanted to.” He fishes in his pocket and pulls out his keys, then leans past me andsticks the key into the ignition. The bike’s engine growls to life, drowning out my frantic pulse.
I turn forward and squirm against the vibrations that turn the dildo and Aiden’s cock into a double vibrator.
Aiden rocks his hips against mine and settles my dress in place, covering me as much as he can to hide where we’re joined. He taps my thigh to let me know we’re about to take off. I brace my palms against the tank right as the bike lunges forward, and we race out of the parking lot and onto the main road.
I don’t know how he’s able to maneuver the motorcycle with us like this, but I don’t question it. Sweat beads on my temples as I fight back the orgasm. Aiden doesn’t help the situation every time he flexes his hips to push me closer to the hint of release that’s just out of reach.
I squeeze my eyes shut and mutter a prayer that I don’t lose the battle.
He switches gears, and the bike launches forward, making my stomach flip from the change in momentum.
“Don’t come yet. We’re almost home.” Aiden’s voice fills my helmet through the Bluetooth speakers.
“I don’t think I can stop,” I whine.
He shifts his hips, grinding his cock in my ass. The cord in my center snaps, and I fall over the edge. My inner walls clamp on the tentacle and his dick, pulsing like a heartbeat as I ride the euphoria.
Aiden stiffens behind me and groans.
White dots dance behind my closed eyes, and ringing fills my ears, louder than the bike’s screaming engine. I rock my hips back and forth, grinding into Aiden and the dildo. He wraps his arm around my middle, holding me in place, and grunts right as his cock throbs, each pulse sending warmth flooding inside me.
We come to a sudden stop, and I crack open my eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy to see the front of our house until now.
He switches off the engine and knocks the kickstand down with his boot. Aiden lifts me off the dildo and bike, then shoves me forward so that my chest smashes into the seat. He yanks my dress to my waist and shoves into my ass, each stroke punishing, like he hates me.
“First you get me to fuck you raw, and now you’ve made me come inside you.” He fists the braid sticking out from my helmet, then yanks. “And I never came inside anyone. Goddammit, Nova.”
I clutch the bike, holding on for dear life as he fucks me like he’s truly mad at me.
“You’ve gotten me addicted to you,” he says through clenched teeth, his fingers bruising my waist. “Take it all, pretty girl. Take my fucking cum too.”
I whimper as he pulls out. We right our clothes, not saying a word. When I think he’s about to pull away and go his separate way, he tugs me into the house and into our shared bathroom.
He doesn’t need to say anything for me to know what he wants me to do. I undress and he follows suit before we step under the jet of hot water. I bathe in his attention as he washes me first, ensuring that I’m clean first after having the most daring sex.
Aiden’s soapy hands drag over my sides, washing the day away. He rests his forehead against mine and gazes at me with a soft expression. I lather the soap on his back, content with us being like this. He hums and closes his eyes as I move to his chest and stomach.
His confession plays over in my head.
“And I never came inside anyone. Goddammit, Nova.”
My heart skips a beat, and I tighten my arms around him.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I shouldn’t be over the moon that I was his first with something serious like this. It’s crossing a line we set since the beginning of this faux relationship.
“You’re thinking too much,” Aiden murmurs. He pinches my chin between his fingers, tilts my head back, then slants his mouth over mine in a languid, possessive kiss.
I loop my arms around his neck and thread my soapy fingers through his wet hair. Every kiss, every stroke of our tongues, is enough to make me forget what I was worrying about.
Maybe he’s right. By going down a path that will lead me to heartbreak, I’m thinking too much.
I hope that my gut feeling about things heading for the worst is wrong. If Aiden ever finds out that I’m catching feelings for him, then everything we had will be gone.
THIRTY
