His mouth parts from my nipple, a low growl escaping him. His gaze falls between us, watching as I wrap my fingers around his thick length and begin to stroke him slowly. I twist my wrist at the tip, smiling as precum spills from the head and onto my hand.
He watches me withdraw my hand, following the path from his cock to my mouth as I bring my fingers to my lips, and licking his essence from them.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans, his eyes darkening with desire. He jolts forward, his hands gripping my waist, as I start pumping him again.
His phone buzzes on the nightstand, momentarily distracting him. He glances at it, his brow furrowing. “Piss off, Robbie.”
I continue pumping him with a steady rhythm. “Do you need to answer that?”
“No!” he snarls, his focus returning to me. His grip tightens on my waist, his hips thrusting into my hand with an increasing urgency.
The buzzing stops. He lets out a breathless moan, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. “Katie, I—I—” His phone starts buzzing again. “I’m going to fucking kill him!”
I’ve never seen Aiden so disgruntled before. It’s oddly satisfying to see him not so perfectly put together. He reaches over to reluctantly pick up the call and all but barks, “Someone had better be fucking dead!”
A good partner would probably stop giving their other halfa handy at this point. I debate it. I do. But then I look at how wound up Aiden is, and I really want to see him squirm. Reaching down, I cup his balls and give them a gentle squeeze.
“Fuckin’ hell!” Aiden jumps in surprise, nearly dropping his phone. A mix of shock and arousal crossing his face. “Are you trying to kill me?” he manages to say, his voice strained.
I smirk, enjoying the effect I have on him. “Maybe.”
Robbie says something I don’t quite catch, bringing Aiden’s attention back to the conversation at hand. Aiden clears his throat, trying to regain his composure—I can’t be having that. Not after that little outburst.
Releasing my hold on him, I move from his lap. Disappointment flashes in his eyes as I distance myself. He tries to hide it, but I can see the flicker of longing in his gaze.
“A bit last minute, isn’t it?” He says into the phone.
I wait for his focus to drift back to his brother, then lean in and take him into my mouth. Aiden tenses up, his voice catching in his throat as he tries to remember what he was saying before my interruption.
I grin up at him, watching him bite down on his knuckles in an attempt to stifle a moan as I run my tongue along the length of him.
“I’ll have to ask her.”
I take him deeper, savouring the way his breath hitches in response. He white knuckles my hair with one hand while his cock hits the back of my throat. Aiden’s eyes squeeze shut, his head tilting back, and it’s then that I decide to hum softly, his hips lifting involuntarily off the bed.
“Fuck,” Aiden gasps, then quickly gathers himself enough to respond to Robbie. “It’ll be at least two hours.”
I drop my hand to his balls, rolling them gently in my palmwhile my man tries his damndest to sound like he’s not about to explode. “Yeah, I will… I’ll… I’ll—Fuck!”
A slight tug on the hair is all the warning I get before Aiden’s body tenses and he releases into my mouth, his moans echoing through the room. I swallow eagerly, savouring the taste of him, before slowly pulling away and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Aiden’s chest rises and falls rapidly as he catches his breath. “Oh my God…”
“Aiden.” I grin up at him, waiting to see how long it takes him to realise his brother most likely heard him.
His brow furrows in confusion. “Huh?”
“Robbie,” I almost fall off the bed, trying to stifle my laughter.
“Oh shit!” When he lifts his phone, the screen is blank. Robbie must have hung up as soon as his brother all but screamed his release. Aiden flips me onto my back, his lips crashing into mine. His tongue dances with mine, tasting himself on my lips. When he pulls back, he levels me with a glare, “I’m glad you think it’s funny, Katie.”
I laugh so hard that I snort—I don’t know why this man finds me attractive half the time.
“Do you think he waited for you to finish?” I manage to say between fits of laughter.
Aiden’s glare softens into a smirk as he shakes his head. “You can ask him yourself.”
“What?” My laughter subsides, and confusion takes over.
“I was going to ask nicely, but since you decided to pull that stunt, I’m not giving you a choice. Get dressed, bug.” His grin widens at my obvious panic. “You’re going to meet my mother.”
