“Yeah,” Aiden said, glancing around and gesturing. “But you’d have been in here with your books, and I’d have been out there on the slopes, and you would just have been that guy I thought was cute and nothing more.”
“That’s true,” I mused. “And we never would have, um…”
“Fucked,” Aiden said succinctly. He grinned as I felt my ears heating up. “There’s my Red.”
MyRed?
Those words sent a kind of shiver down my spine. It felt good. To behis– that was something I wanted very much. I knew it wasn’t really true, but…
But there was something inside me that flared into life. A wild hope. A thought that maybe there could be something after this – even something secret or casual, something that was done behind closed doors and never mentioned to anyone else. Even that…
But, no. He didn’t mean anything by it.
“Right,” I said, clearing my throat and trying to drown my embarrassment in more beer. “We never would have fucked.”
Aiden growled. “You know I can’t take it when you use that kind of language.”
My cheeks heated even further. “You can’t still have any stamina left,” I muttered.
“Athlete,” Aiden reminded me with a wink. “Try me.”
I hid my face in one of the folds of my blanket, muttering something that even I didn’t understand.
Aiden chuckled and shifted in his chair. “Never mind,” he said. “I guess that’s all I’m good for. A quick fuck.”
I stared at him. “Why would you say that? I never said that.” Why were my words slurring just a little whenever I had to say an ‘s’? This was not a good sign.
“I know it,” he shrugged. He was looking into the fire again but his face was open – raw. “I know that’s what people think of me. I speak my mind without thinking so I come across as an idiot. I insult anyone who tries to like me by accident. People don’t really like me at all. They just like what I can give them – like my teammates putting up with me because I can play.”
“I like you,” I said without thinking. “I really like you, Aiden.”
He looked right back at me. There was a faint flush on his cheeks this time. “You do?”
I nodded before I could stop myself. What was I saying? This was the beer’s fault. I wasn’t supposed to admit that out loud. And – ‘I like you’? What was this, a playground?
“Let me show you,” I rushed out and yanked the blanket from around my neck before I could think twice. I fell to my knees on the other side of the table, in front of him, and shoved his legs open so I could get between them. I only had his dick in my hand for a second before it began to harden, and by the time it was in my mouth, Aiden was at full attention again.
Apparently, both of us still had enough stamina for one more try – because I was already turned on by the taste and feel of him against my tongue and lips.
“Fuck, Red,” he said. I sucked him for only a few minutes before he said it again and yanked me off him, dragging me up to my feet as he stood himself. The blanket he was wearing fell behind him as he aggressively claimed my mouth, pushing me across the room until my back was against the wall next to the fireplace. He shoved me up against the rough surface and pushed his body against mine, cocooning me with his arms, kissing me hard and fast like the world was ending. My arms slipped around his waist, one hand sliding up his back and the other down over his ass, holding him against me. We’d begun to fit together so well over these past few days. Both of our erections lined up together, hot and straining, every push of his hips against mine exquisite torture.
His hunger didn’t seem to let up. He was almost territorial – I had the feeling like he was marking me as his own, leaving scratches on my back from the brickwork of the fireplace, leaving my lips red and swollen under his desperate kisses, my face grazed by the stubble on his chin. He ducked his head and I felt his teeth graze my neck, his mouth sucking a second later – leaving another mark that I would have to cover from sight.
I could do nothing but gasp and moan as he worked his way down my body, pinching one of my nipples in his teeth and then rising again to take my mouth, seeming to need anything I could give him – and more, always more. I was melting under his onslaught, giving way, molding into whatever shape he wanted me – needed me – to be.
“Can I fuck you?” he breathed against my ear.
“Yes,” I said. Of course. We’d done it so many times already. He was going to ask now?
“I mean…” he bit my earlobe, not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to be noticed. The sharp pain sent a rush through my body that somehow made me harder. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I gasped. Yes, yes, yes. I was still somewhat open and relaxed from our earlier sessions, and with how turned on I was I wouldn’t even mind a little burn.
Aiden grabbed me, pulling me away from the wall by my arms, then turned. He picked me up and practically threw me onto the bed, on my back, crawling after me and lifting my ass and legs, moving me where he wanted me. He lined up and only paused for the barest moment before he pushed inside, filling me utterly.
I was going to burst – I was going to split open.
I was in heaven.
