“Aiden.” I bite his neck. “So much precum.” I pull my hand out of his shorts and bring them to his lips. “Taste.”
Aiden swallows, then sucks my fingers between his lips. Fuck, I want them around my cock.
“You taste good, huh?” I grin. “I remember.” I look over his shoulder and dip my finger into the sample dish of frosting. “Taste.” He watches me out of the corner of his eyes then sucks my fingers clean. “You taste better.”
I swipe another bit of frosting and suck my finger clean.
“Pull your shorts down.” I swipe another bit of frosting as he slowly pulls them down. “F-fuck, Aiden. This ass.” I palm him, kissing him hard, then I take my frosting-covered fingers and run them up his crack. “Want me to see what tastes better?” He nods fast.
I drop to my knees, my fingers spreading him open wide. Fuck. “This is a pretty fucking cunt.” I smooth my thumb around his rim and dive in. “Or did you prefer pussy? I can’t remember.”
“Sawyer, fuck, I don’t care,” he snaps. “Just do something!”
A low chuckle leaves my lips. “So desperate.”
He attempts to crane his neck at me to glare, but it only makes me laugh. I jiggle his cheeks in my hand. Gorgeous fucking ass, pussy, cunt. I don’t even care. It’s paradise, that’s what it is.
I lean in and inhale. My cock thickens. His musky sweet taste hits my tongue and I’m diving back in for more. I hear his cries and feel him collapse against the counter. “Sawyer, fu-fuck, god.”
“Spread your legs wider.” He listens, and I grab his balls, milking them while I feast on him, fueled on the whines spilling from his lips. I pull his cock back and latch my lips around the tip, sucking him into my mouth. Fucking sweet. “Grab your cock, Aiden. Jerk yourself off while I eat your ass.”
Aiden listens and I grab his ass, spreading his cheeks as wide as I can. My tongue dips inside that tight ring, wiggling as he groans while stroking his cock. I spread him wider, push my tongue deeper.
“I’m going to come.”
“Already?”
“Fuck you,” he whines, jerking himself faster.
I let go with one hand, dipping it inside my shorts and stroking myself fast. I bury my face between his ass and feel him shake and tremble.
“Sawyer,” he cries out, grabbing the back of my head and pushing me deeper. I can barely breathe. And I love every second of it. “Sawyer, I’m coming. I’m coming.” I moan as I make a mess of my own.
He loosens his grip on my hair and I pull away, taking a deep breath with the dumbest grin on my face. Aiden’s thighs are shaking, and I crawl between his legs to sit in the mess he made, with my back to the counter, looking up at him. His cock softens in front of me. I suck it into my mouth and feel him buckle.
“Fuck! Warn me.” He heaves. “I’m dying.” He laughs. “Holy shit.”
He slips his leg out of one boxer leg then drops into my lap. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I’ve never been this happy to be clueless.
Our faces are inches apart, breaths mingling in the quiet hum of the kitchen. I don’t know what to say, but with Aiden the silence is easy. It’s in his eyes. It’s like I can see every thought running through his mind.
Slowly, he leans in and my world narrows.
The feather-light touch of his lips sends a jolt through me. Then, like some unspoken understanding, he deepens the kiss. Slow and deliberate. His fingers touch my face. Gentle and light. My hands land on his waist, my thumbs brushing his soft skin.
It’s like time slows while his lips move against mine.
When he finally pulls back, his violet eyes are the softest I’ve ever seen them. It’s scary how badly I don’t want him to leave tonight. His forehead rests on mine, and a smile tugs at my lips. My heart is hammering against my ribcage.
“Did you like it?” I hear him whisper through the fog in my brain.
“Huh?” I feel drunk. Drunk on him.
“Do you like doing that?” he asks, but I snag the vulnerability in his tone. “It’s twice now.”
“Eating your ass?” I laugh. A blush spreads up his temples. I drag his gaze to me then kiss him hard. “I love doing it.” I kiss him again. “Fucking delicious.”
“The frosting or my ass?” Aiden doesn’t joke often, and seeing this side of him warms me. I know he deals with a lot, and maybe I’m projecting, but I like to think he feels safe with me. When he lets his guard down, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.
