Aiden hesitated, biting his lip as he looked down at me. He used his hands to spread my cheeks further, making me blush and look away. I dropped my head towards the pillow again, trying to get into the most comfortable position now rather than waiting until I couldn’t think straight anymore, and braced myself.
It was his finger, not his dick, that breached me first.
I could tell from the width of it immediately. I gasped all the same and groaned as it pushed past my tight entrance, a hole that hadn’t been stretched like this for so many months. There was a sharp sting followed by the easing off of my muscles, a familiar sensation and one I knew would give way very quickly to pure pleasure. His finger moved in and out of me and I found myself rocking my hips back against him.
“More,” I moaned, managing to burst out only a few words instead of full sentences. “Need – bigger.”
“Fuck,” Aiden hissed, and I felt his finger draw out of me.
Only to be replaced by something else – and like I had requested, it was definitely much bigger.
He lined his dick up against my hole and then pushed gently, so gently at first I didn’t know if he was going to get anywhere. But my body sucked him in, making me gasp and throw my head first back then forward at the burn and the stretch of it – followed soon after by that delicious feeling of being filled up.
I had forgotten how much I loved that feeling. I’d convinced myself that only Brody could make me feel that way.
But as Aiden bottomed out and I felt his hips push against my ass, I realized I’d been wrong. If anything, this was better than anything I’d ever felt with Brody.
I was high. Deluded. Flooded with adrenaline from the avalanche and the forbidden nature of casual sex. That was the only thing I could think of to explain how good this felt.
“Oh, god,” Aiden groaned. “Does that feel good, baby?”
Baby?
“Yes,” I moaned back, rocking my hips further back against him to show him how deep I wanted it. “Oh, god, yes.”
Aiden made a strangled noise. “Take it slow,” he said. “We’ve only got one condom. Let’s make this last. You’re going to push me over the edge if you act so greedy like that.”
Greedy? I was being greedy? I stilled, letting him come to me and work hard for it if he was going to call me that. I wasn’t greedy. I could be good. I could be…
Shit.
I wasn’t supposed to be thinking like that.
Like I wanted to change myself to be who he wanted, to make him want me. To make him want to stay with me.
This was casual – nothing else.
I gripped the pillow hard as Aiden slowly eased almost out of me and back in, holding onto my hip with one hand while the other stroked gently over my back. He was being careful and slow. Kind. Like we were making love, not having sex.
That wasn’t the deal.
I grabbed onto the metal frame of the bed and pushed back, impaling myself deeper on him and then rushing my hips forward before slamming them back again. Fucking him. Harder, faster, and deeper than the pace he was trying to set – the kind of pace that would have us both done in no time at all, collapsing in a sweaty heap.
“Oh, god, Red,” Aiden gasped out. Both of his hands grasped my hips like he could slow me down, but he didn’t try to hold me back. “You’re gonna kill me.”
So long as I don’t get too attached, I thought, working myself up and down on his dick as fast as I could.
Aiden picked up my new rhythm and began to lead again, gripping my hips and using them to power his thrusts as he plunged over and over again into my very center. In spite of my negative thoughts, I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. He felt so big inside me, like he was filling me up completely – a perfect fit. He changed his angle slightly, thrusting deeper down as he shifted his leg, and –
I saw stars exploding in front of my eyes as he made a direct hit on that bundle of nerves at my core. My legs were jellified, my whole body going limp as I cried out in pleasure, unable to stop myself. Brody had always hated how loud I was in bed, but I couldn’t help it. And for the first time in a very long time, I wasn’t trying to. No one could hear us under all this snow.
And I didn’t care if Aiden found my loudness off-putting, because this was a one-time thing and I wasn’t going to get emotionally attached and start hoping for more.
Right?
“Oh, yeah,” Aiden panted behind me, seeming to respond directly every time I cried out loud, which was with every single thrust he made right into that perfect spot. “Yeah, Red. Tell me how it feels.”
I didn’t have words to reply to him with. I could only scream an increasingly loud, higher-pitched, and more breathy series ofahh-ahh-ahhuntil I couldn’t even get the space to breathe between each thrust, until I was riding so high I felt like I was going to suffocate before I ever got the chance to get more oxygen back in my lungs – but I didn’t care because this was one hell of a way to go. I found the presence of mind somehow, somewhere, to reach down and find my own dick and pump it a few times, just to send myself over the edge…
