Page 39 of Pucking Off-Sides With My Brother's Best Friend

His skin is hot, and the air between us is damp. It’s almost like being in a little cocoon with just us two. His hands grip me, sending syrupy pulses through my limbs. I grip him in return, feeling his muscles bunch and release in his back. Our kisses grow wilder until I have to rip my mouth away to breathe frantically.

Never have I felt so wild and out of control as I do now. My veins are on fire with the need to take him in me.

Large hands grip my thighs suddenly, spreading me. The rush of air between us doesn’t last long before Aiden slips between my legs. The fabric of his shorts does nothing to hide the hard press of his cock against me. I groan at feeling the hard length so close to where I want it. I clench my thighs, pulling him closer before reaching down and pushing at his shorts.

“Get these off.”

Aiden’s groan is more vibration than sound, and he presses sucking kisses against the sensitive skin of my neck. “If I take them off, I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking you.”

“Maybe that’s what I want.” There is no ‘maybe’ about it. I want Aiden to fuck me until I lose myself.

I want this with a fierceness that scares me. I haven’t experienced this with my ex. I haven’t experienced this driving need with anyone before, and it frightens me that I won’t experience it with anyone else again. What is it about Aiden that has my body yearning so?

“Stay with me, princess,” he whispers, voice deep. His breath skirts over my ear, making me gasp. I clutch at his back when I feel his hard cock slide between the lips of my pussy. Everything in me clenches, wanting to pull him in. I don’t fight the urge, instead giving in.

“I’m with you. But I would rather you be in me now.” My boldness comes from something deep inside, and I thrill to see his eyes narrow and heat flare in those gray depths. He seems to like my push to his pull, and I’m not too proud to admit I like it too. “Fuck me.”

Never have I been so brazen in my want, but it sets something in me free. One of Aiden’s hands slides under me until it grips the back of my neck, holding my head up. I couldn’t look away from him if I tried.

“As you wish.” His voice washes over me as fingers slide between my lips, opening me to him. I open my mouth, but all that I can voice is a moan as the head of him spears itself, sliding inside my cunt with unending accuracy.

He is thick and so blindingly hot that I can’t stop my body from clenching down. His answering groan sends my arousal soaring.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby. I’ve been dreaming about this pussy.” His words inflame me as he pulls back slightly. I feel every inch of him pressing against the walls of my pussy, but it is his thrust back in that loosens my mouth again.

“Aiden.” I can’t say anything but his name. Somehow it always comes back to him. My first. My memories of that time are so dull compared to the Technicolor fucking we’re doing now.

My bed creaks as his thrusts speed up, and the slick squelching sounds have me flushing. My cheeks are hot, and I turn my head to hide them, but the hand on the back of my neck stops me. Aiden’s grip tightens, and I look up at him. His skin is damp with sweat, but his eyes have me locked in.

“Don’t hide from me, princess. I want to know that you feel good. I want to know what you look like when you come on my dick.”

I cry out when a finger slides over my clit. It is engorged and so sensitive, and yet I arch up, wanting more. I want to fall apart, safe in the knowledge that I can trust Aiden to put me back together again.

A soft bite against my collarbone has me tensing, and it is one final thrust that knocks my orgasm from me. I dig my nails in as everything in me sings with pleasure. My eyes slam shut as my breathing hitches. Aiden doesn’t cease; his thrusts still come, extending my orgasm until I can’t help but cry out.

“There you go, princess,” he growls out against my lips. “I want to hear you sing. How does it feel?”

“So good,” I gasp out as I wrap a leg over his hip. It shifts my hips, pressing me up more firmly against him. “God, harder. Please.”

Aiden’s nails dig into my neck, and he hitches me closer to him, shifting until my hips rise from the bed. Each thrust knocks my teeth together, and I can’t stop the moans that rain down from my lips. If we were in an apartment, I would’ve been completely embarrassed at the volume of my pleasure. But we have the house to ourselves, and I can let loose every aroused cry as Aiden reshapes me with his cock.

“Fuck,” he huffs out, and I feel him start to tense. I want to see him fall apart like I have, but I can feel something even more powerful building inside of me. I drop a hand by my head, gripping the pillow below me as I try to hold on. “I’m going to come again.”

Aiden’s smile is sharp and ravenous, and his hips press deep, battering my clit and lighting me up from the inside. “Do it,” he bites out. “Come on my dick, baby. I’m going to fuck you full of me.”

Holding on isn’t an option in the face of his command. Any other time I would have told him off, but now it is the closing I need to fall headfirst into a second, more powerful orgasm.

“Aiden.” My voice breaks through loudly, ringing out with arousal. I hear him groan beside me, and his hips press against me sharply. Each twitch has me jerking with oversensitivity, and I let myself float on the feelings coursing through me.

I know what we’ve done isn’t smart. Even beyond Jax, Aiden doesn’t even like me like that. But as he presses soft kisses against my lips and brushes my hair back, I can’t bring myself to feel any regret. And that, more than anything, terrifies me.Because what happens when the reality of our situation comes crashing down? What happens when I have to face Jax, knowing what I’ve done with his best friend? And worse... what happens if I can’t stop myself from falling for Aiden?

Chapter nineteen

Aiden

“Fuck.” I’m in trouble.

I’ve woken up in plenty of strange beds, but never like this. Never with a warm body that fits against mine like it was made for me. Never with the scent of vanilla and something uniquely her filling my lungs. Never with the gut-wrenching knowledge that I’ve crossed a line I can’t uncross.

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