Page 29 of Egg Me On

Aiden lay sprawled across his bed, phone held above his face, legs stretched out in sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His t-shirt had ridden up, exposing a strip of skin I'd tasted just days ago. His head snapped toward me, eyes widening with shock.

"Cash? What the fuck—"

I froze, eyes locked on his phone screen. My social media profile. My latest post was on the screen, the motorcycle silhouetted against the mountain sunset from our weekend. He'd been looking at my page.

Something primal and possessive surged through me, hot and urgent and completely beyond control. In three strides, I was at his bed, one knee on the mattress as I loomed over him.

He sat up, phone clutched in his hand, defiance flashing across his face. "You wouldn't even look at me yesterday. Barely said two words in the hallway. You can’t just show up and—"

I swallowed the rest of his sentence with my mouth, crashing into him with a hunger that bordered on violence. He stiffened beneath me for one heart-stopping moment, then his hands were fisting in my jacket, pulling me down on top of him with equal force.

The kiss was all teeth and desperation, nothing like the careful exploration of our first night together. This was claiming, marking, punishing. I bit his lower lip hard enough to make him gasp, then soothed the sting with my tongue. His phone clattered to the floor as his hands slid beneath my jacket, fingers digging into my shoulders through my shirt.

"Goddamn you," he breathed against my mouth, voice cracking with emotion. "You fucking asshole. Why do you have to be so hot and cold? Why can’t you just fucking talk to me and tell me what you need?"

Because I couldn’t fucking talk to him, because it was getting harder and harder the more he mattered, I responded by shoving my hand under his shirt, palm sliding over the warm skin of his stomach, feeling the muscles jump beneath my touch. His head fell back, exposing the line of his throat, and I attacked it with teeth and tongue, sucking hard enough to leave marks.

Mine. The word pounded through my veins as I tore at his clothes, needing to feel his skin against mine. He was just as frantic, shoving my jacket off my shoulders, yanking at my shirt until I had to break away to pull it over my head.

The moment of separation was too much. I dove back into him, reclaiming his mouth as my hands worked his sweatpants down his hips. He was already hard, cock straining against his boxers. I palmed him roughly, swallowing his moan as our tongues battled.

"Fuck, Cash," he panted, pushing at my chest until I allowed him to sit up. "Wait—um can I have you bare? Do you get tested? For STDs and stuff?"

The question cut through the red haze of want. I sat back on my heels, chest heaving, fighting for the words to tell him he could have what he wanted. I nodded, hoping he knew what I meant.

"Same." His eyes were dark with hunger, lips swollen from my kisses. "No condom then. Want to taste you."

Before I could process his words, he was shoving me onto my back, hands making quick work of my belt and jeans. Cool air hit my cock as he freed it, then disappeared in the wet heat of his mouth closing around me.

I buried my hands in his hair and groaned, hips jerking up involuntarily, because holy fuck, his mouth was warm and wet and so damn delicious.

His hands pinned my hips to the mattress as he took me deeper, tongue swirling around the head before sliding down the shaft. The sight of him with his eyes closed in concentration, cheeks hollowed, those perfect lips stretched around my cock, nearly undid me right there.

His technique was flawless, a devastating combination of suction and friction that had me seeing stars and wondering who’d taught him to suck cock like this. I wanted to find them and thank them and make sure they knew they couldn’t havehim anymore. When he pulled off to lick a broad stripe from base to tip, I couldn't stop the desperate sound that escaped me.

"Like that?" he asked, voice wrecked and beautiful. His hand replaced his mouth, stroking me with just the right pressure.

"Fuck yes," I managed, unable to tear my eyes away from him.

“I know what you like, don’t I?” He grinned, and it was that same smug grin that had driven me crazy from day one, all brash confidence and cuteness. Then he took me in his mouth again, deeper this time. The head of my cock hit the back of his throat, and he swallowed around me, the muscles contracting in a way that tore another groan from my chest.

No one had ever sucked me like this—like they were savoring a favorite treat, like they couldn't get enough. His enthusiasm was as arousing as his skill, the little hums of pleasure vibrating around my cock telling me he was enjoying this almost as much as I was.

I was getting dangerously close to the edge when he pulled off with an obscene pop. His lips were red and slick, eyes glazed with lust as he crawled up my body.

"Want you inside me," he whispered, hot breath against my ear. "Need you to fill me up."

He reached for his bedside drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube while I kicked my jeans the rest of the way off. When hestraddled my thighs, pouring lube onto his fingers, I realized what he intended.

"Let me," I said, reaching for him.

He shook his head, pupils blown wide with desire. "Watch me."

Fuck. He reached behind himself, his lip caught between his teeth as he worked his fingers inside. His cock stood rigid against his stomach, leaking at the tip. I ran my hands up his thighs, feeling the muscles tremble as he opened himself up. I skimmed the pad of my thumb over his cock, watching it jump in response, watching his eyelids droop as he moaned softly.

“You know how to touch me, too,” he said.

When he finally deemed himself ready, he slicked my cock with lube, positioned himself above me, and began to sink down. The tight heat of him enveloped me inch by agonizing inch, and the view was the sexiest I’d ever seen, his body graceful and slender as he forced my dick into his tight hole until he was fully seated, ass flush against my hips.

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