Page 57 of The Midseason Fakeout

Aidan sits on my bed. Leaning back on one hand, he uses the other to stroke his hard length. He’s still wearing my stupid power couple shirt, and I can’t help the thrill that streaks up my spine. It’s our worlds colliding. The fake one and whatever this is that’s happening between us. Even if it is only sexual.

I hope it’s not.

“On your knees.”

Holy shit.My toes curl in my shoes.

He grabs my pillow from the bed and places it between his legs on the floor before beckoning me forward. I do what he asks, sinking down until my face is nearly lined up with his cock, a bead of precum forming at its tip.

“Can I see you?” I breathe, my gaze landing on his chest. As much as I love that shirt, it would look better on the floor right now.

“This?” he asks, tugging on the bottom.

I nod eagerly.

His smirk undoes me. Grabbing the hem, he tugs it over his head and sets it next to him on the bed. “Better?”

“Much,” I breathe, studying each dip and ripple of his abs.

He runs his fingers over my head, delving them into my hair. His lips part. The way he stares makes me want to breach the distance to kiss him. It would be so easy. So unbelievably easy.

Instead, he pushes on the top of my head, guiding me down. His firm grip strokes his cock toward my lips. “Take me inside, Angel.”

My lids flutter closed. Opening my mouth tentatively, I brace for the feel of him. I lick my lips, and when I do, my tongue brushes against the head of his cock.

He groans low in his throat, the sound stoking a fire in me.

My eyes snap open, and our gazes collide. My stomach rolls like I’m on the precipice of the tallest mountain, and I’ve found the ends of the earth. It’s all here, right in Aidan’s topaz eyes.

“Close that gorgeous mouth around me.”

I lean forward, his silky skin nudging past my wet lips. His hips jump on contact, sliding even more of his length into me until he hits the back of my throat, and my mouth closes around him.

Oh damn. He’s huge. I make an unwanted choking noise, and he grimaces. “Sorry.”

He gently pulls himself away, my lips sliding across his smooth, hard shaft.

“We’ll take it slow,” he whispers eagerly, his hold on my hair tightening. “Wrap your hand around my base so you can control how deep you go.”

I bring my hand up, and he helps me close it around him, squeezing me there. In turn, I grip his cock, and he bites his lip. “Yeah, you definitely need to control this before I take it too fast, too soon.”

“Is that how you like it?”

“Just seeing your mouth near my dick is exciting, Bails. Now work me into your mouth as you run your lips down me, Angel. Don’t be afraid to squeeze me tight. I promise you won’t fucking hurt me.”

I do as he says, gripping and sucking. He braces himself on the bed with two hands, never taking his eyes off what I’m doing to him. His chest raises and lowers, his fingers sinking into my sheets.

“Fuck, baby. You can run your tongue along me too.”

I pull him into my mouth, my tongue playing over his thickness, exploring ridges and veins.

“More pressure with your lips.”

So many things to think about, but it isn’t a chore. Watching him is like having an out of body experience. I’m doing this to him. Making his breaths come out quicker and quicker.

“Rhythm is important,” he moans. Reaching out, he delves his fingers into my hair again before moving my head forward, down his dick. “Christ, Angel.” He guides me nice and slow, just staying near his head until he lowers me further, my lips brushing my fist as he picks up the pace. “Fuck. That’s a good girl. Take all of me.”

His praise sends shivers through me. I grip his hips with both hands, so I can take him all inside. When he hits the back of my throat, I suppress a gag, and I’m rewarded when he moans my name.

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