Page 58 of The Midseason Fakeout

“That’s right, Angel. It’s like you were made for me. You’re sucking me so good.”

I flush all over, my hands flexing on his tight muscles before bobbing down his length once more. He keeps eager, fiery blue eyes fixated on me while I experiment a little. More tongue. Less tongue. Licking his tip when I need to come up for air, and then playing with depth and pressure. I listen to his breaths for cues. To the way he moans my name.

He trembles, and I pull back until his dick pops free. He hasn’t said anything in a while. “Is this okay?”

He grips my hair more forcefully. “It’s fucking perfect. Don’t stop.”

“Do you think I could make you…” I ask, my brows rising.

“I’m so close, Angel. Wrap those lips back around me and finish me like a good girl.”

I take him inside my mouth again with renewed determination. The way his silky skin moves past my lips. The salty taste of his precum. My nipples harden, brushing against the padding of my bra.

“Bailey, fuck,” Aidan breathes.

I moan, and his hips pitch forward again, like he has no control.

“These lips. This mouth. This throat.” He shifts forward, taking over the pace. “So fucking sexy. Just perfect.”

His eyes go wild. Crazy. He holds my gaze, thrusting into me as I work down him. For a moment, it gets so hard and fast, I don’t know how I’ll be able to keep up. Tears spring to my eyes. If it weren’t for the praise flying out of his mouth in a frenzy, I don’t know if I could. “So fucking beautiful. Perfect lips. Hot fucking mouth. Innocent…and mine.”

With a strangled grunt, he thrusts up one last time, holding me in place with his hand on top of my head. When he tries to pull away, I follow him.

“Bailey, I’m going to—”

I groan. No way is he going to deny me this.

He cries out, his dick pulsing in my mouth, his cum spilling down my throat. I swallow and swallow, closing my eyes while I drink him in. Tears fall down my face as he pins me to the hilt.

When he’s spent, he backs up, and I take in a deep breath, peering up at him through a fractured gaze. His stare zeroes in on my cheeks. “I’m sorry. Did I go too hard?” Fingers come up to wipe my tears. “Are you hurt?”

Am I hurt? Is he kidding? I feel like a goddamn queen. I shake my head. “Gag reflex, I think.”

He clasps my cheeks in his hands, watching me.

I start to shift uncomfortably. “I can probably do better next time.”

He tilts his head, eyes narrowing. “Are you kidding me? If you can do it better next time, I’m never leaving this room.”

“So it was okay?”

“I said you were perfect, and I god damn mean it.”

His words linger in the air around us. The stare he gives me says everything. His shoulders raise, and his next sentence comes out slow, practiced. “Has anyone ever licked you here?” he asks, tracing his fingers down to rub between my legs.

I shake my head, my body already tensed up tight. Just his slight touch has me shifting toward him eagerly.

“Can I be the first, Angel?”

I shiver at his words, his nickname sending a thrill to the heart of me. Down to my toes.

I smirk. “I don’t know. Are you any good?”

“Oh, honey, I’m the best.”

He holds out a hand, and as soon as I take it, he yanks me up and onto the bed. I giggle until he flips me in one easy movement, parting my legs.

Before I can even gasp, his mouth is on my center. I yelp, his hot breath passing through the layers of my leggings, my panties, until it hits my soaked core. He pins my knees to the bed while he pushes his tongue out to prod and play. What a tease. “Aidan…” I moan.

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