“I don’t know if you could handle it, actually. It would be pretty physically demanding. You’re not getting any younger, your body is bound to start giving out on you sooner or later.”
I’m at a loss for words. I still can’t tell if Rhea is talking about sex or not. My body clearly wants her to be, though, and I’m trying to discreetly change my position to avoid her noticing my raging erection.Don’t you try to stifle me,my dick says.I’ll have you know many men would be proud to have me so eager to perform at a moment’s notice with no little blue pill required.Oh my god, dick, shut up. I shift so my pelvis is twisted slightly away from Rhea, hoping that does the trick.You’re suffocating me,my dick complains again.
“Oh, my… I’m so sorry, Aiden. I must be making you so uncomfortable. After everything you told me tonight, I can’t believe I would sit here and flirt with you. I’m sorry. We can keep this strictly platonic.” Her hand feels hot when she puts it on my leg. “You don’t have to turn away from me. Just friends from now on, okay?”
Is she serious right now? She thinks I’m uncomfortable with the flirting? My brain couldn’t even figure out that it was flirting.But I figured it out,dick says in the back of my mind. Women like Rhea don’t come along every day, and I figured I fucked up any real chance I had with her first, when I ran away after sleeping with her, and second, when I made a mockery of that apology earlier. This feels like a chance she’s giving me and I’ll be damned if I fuck this up, too.
Slowly, I turn my body back toward Rhea. “I’m not uncomfortable because of that, Rhea. I’m uncomfortable because of how badly I fucking want you. The amount of care you showed for me tonight is something I’m not used to.”
Chapter 39
Rhea - He Talks to You?
“Imean, you almost let your bladder explode just to let me sleep a little longer on the drive over here. Not to mention whatever desperate need it was that made you pack up my stuff and insist I stay here tonight.”
“Of course I insisted you stay here tonight. You shouldn’t be in that house. I don’t understand how you can live there. It must be full of horrible memories for you. And I’m starting to think… maybe, maybe I do care. About you. A little.” I actually suspect that it’s more than a little, but I can’t let on that I feel that way. He’s already told me relationships are off the table.
Aiden smiles and moves closer to me on the couch. “You think you might care about me?” He reaches up and cups my face in his hand, brings our foreheads together, and whispers, “I think I might care about you, too. And that scares me to death.” He lets out a small sigh. “But I think if I don’t at least make an attempt with you I am going to regret it for the rest of my life.”
I feel his lips brush mine, the barest of touches, and my breath mingles with his.
“I’ve been thinking about you non-stop,” he says, placing gentle kisses along my lips, causing butterflies to flit around my stomach. “The way you smell, the way you taste, the way you look, the sound of your voice, even the way you take everything in stride. Everything about you draws me in, and I’m tired of fighting it.”
Aiden’s hands wind into my hair, tilting my head while he slants his lips over mine. His tongue tickles my lower lip, and I fist my hands in his shirt, pulling him closer. I try to climb into his lap, but he stops me, laying me down on the couch instead, notching his body between my legs. I can feel how hard he is through our clothes and I roll my hips, pressing myself against him. He groans and thrusts against me.
“Not so fast, Rhea. We’re taking our time tonight. Last time, I didn’t take the time to properly worship your body, and I want to fix that,” he says against my mouth, interrupting his slow perusal of my tongue for just a moment.
He teases the skin at the hem of my shirt, pushing it up so slowly that I lose patience and quickly rip it over my head and throw it across the room. “I need you to touch me,” I say when he chuckles. “Now.”
“Someone is a little impatient,” he says. “And what’s this? No bra? A guy could get used to this.”
My skin is burning with the need for his touch. I want to feel his skin against mine, feel him inside me, and he says I’m impatient? I’ll show him impatient. I thrust up quickly and drive my hip and shoulder into him, flipping us over and off the couch onto the floor. We land with a thud and Aiden’s eyes open wide in surprise. I straddle his hips and grind against him.
“How’s this for impatient?” I ask, bending and kissing along his jaw to his neck. His short beard scratches my skin slightly, promising to leave me pink after.
Aiden grabs hold of my hips and pulls me down, forcing me to grind against the length of his cock, and I can feel how hard he is for me. Fuck, he feels good. My orgasm is building already.
“I’m the one who should be impatient, babe. I’ve been hard for you for days. I’m so relentlessly turned on by you I’ve started hallucinating that my dick talks. And he’s not very nice to me.”
“Oh, really?” I murmur against his ear, nipping at his earlobe. Maybe it’s because I’m in a lust fuelled daze, but did Aiden just tell me that his dick talks to him?
“Yeah, he really likes you though,” he says, grinding against me again, pushing my orgasm a little closer. “And so do I.”
Aiden grabs me and rolls us again, putting him on top of me once more. Suddenly, my hands are pinned to the floor above my head and he’s kissing me again, deeper this time.
“God damn it, Aiden. Stop torturing me,” I whine, and try to rub myself against him.
“Ah ah, not yet, babe. I haven’t finished exploring.” He kisses down my neck to my breasts, pulling a nipple into his mouth, lightly grazing me with his teeth. I gasp and arch my back, pushing closer to him. “You’re the first woman I’ve ever thought I could have something with. I need time to get to know your body better.”
If this is how Aiden woos a woman, then sign me up. My skin lights up where he kisses me.
“That feels so good,” I say. “Keep going.”
He trails kisses to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention he did the first, with little shocks of pleasure shooting straight to my clit every time he grazes me with his teeth. My breath is coming faster, and wetness is pooling between my legs.
“Did I tell you yet how sexy you looked in that dress tonight?” Aiden asks, sliding a hand down my hip and into the top of my joggers, reaching around and grabbing my ass, hard. “I was so pissed at myself for making you angry enough to leave. But damn, did your back and ass ever look amazing. Every man in there, and most of the women too, couldn’t help but watch you as you walked away. You’re so beautiful that every eye is drawn to you.”
He sits back on his knees and starts working my pants and underwear down my legs. Torturously slowly, yet again, but this time I have no leverage to get it done faster. I’m at his mercy.
