“Tell me what to do next.”
His pants unbuttoned and the zipper came down. This was the first time I’d seen his dick. It was huge. Would this fit within me? Aiden kissed my neck. “Wrap your fingers around my dick.” I did and received a guttural moan. “Move them up and down.” His eyes closed and his breathing became heavier. “Keep a firm yet loose grip. Go from the base all the way back up to the head.”
As Aiden spoke his directions, I followed. Completing my first stroke, I was rewarded with a tender bite on my neck. My motions continued and Aiden closed his eyes.
I kept repeating t
he motion. “Fuck, Kenzie. That feels good.”
My momentum increased slightly. “Faster, sweetheart. Go faster.”
I did and Aiden rolled back on his back. Keeping up the pace, Aiden stiffened. For a second, I wondered if I had hurt him but then a thick creamy liquid spurted onto his stomach. His breathing was labored as I released him and watched him.
“Holy fuck that was fantastic.”
Inside, I beamed at his praise. Aiden opened his eyes. “Come here.” Bringing my lips to his, he kissed me sweetly. “I need to get cleaned up. I’ll be right back.”
Aiden got off the bed. I laid there boneless, finally feeling relieved. The orgasm had been earth-shattering. Coming back to bed, Aiden brought me under the covers with him. We laid chest to chest with our shirts still off.
“How are you feeling?” Tracing his index finger up and down my spine, Aiden’s voice was filled with warmth.
I snuggled deeper. “Complete.”
“Me too.”
THE PARTY WAS wild. The music played so loud, I could barely hear myself think. Bodies crushed together. Beer spilled from cups as people talked with their hands and danced. Aiden and I had gotten separated when I visited the bathroom.
Now, I was looking for him. He’d wanted to leave early for a surprise he had for me. This was the first time I thought that a cell phone would be useful. If I didn’t find Aiden soon, I was going to head up to his room and wait. That was our meeting spot if we got separated.
It was rare for me to come to the house. With Trent still being a member, I think Aiden felt more comfortable with me away from Trent. Far away. Honestly, the less time around Trent the better. First impressions weren’t always correct. Trent had been the guy I’d followed into the library on my first day on campus. He’d been friendly and outgoing when in reality he was a pompous ass.
I didn’t like Aiden around Stacy, so I understood.
Seeing Bradley, one of Aiden’s good friends, I asked, “Have you seen Aiden?”
“Yeah, your Superman went out back real quick to see something.” He pointed through the open back door.
“Okay, thanks, Batman.” I started for the back door. Bradley wore a shirt that read Batman. It seemed fitting to call him that after he referenced Aiden as Superman.
Bradley, called after me. “Anytime, Lois.”
I shook my head and laughed as I continued on my way. Aiden and I had come as Lois Lane and Superman. So far, Halloween had turned out to be a fun holiday. Finally, I felt like I was fitting in and I liked the me that had emerged.
Making it out the back door, I watched as Aiden and a bunch of guys were watching someone do a keg stand and counting. I stood back, not wanting to interrupt. The keg stand thing was entertaining as people were practically held upside down while they drank as much beer for as long as they could.
Aiden chanted with his friends as his red cape moved in the light wind. Every once in a while, the cape would move enough for me to see his butt. It was muscular, that was for sure and gave me thoughts of taking things further than we had.
Sexually, I was a mess. Since we’d started dating, Aiden and I had spent nearly ever free minute together. It was easy and I loved being with him. I never felt any pressure to move our relationship further. Sometimes, it was hard for me not to be consumed by Aiden. The last few days, Aiden had been busy with tests and we’d barely seen each other. Four out of his five classes had tests before Halloween which he’d cussed about all week long. I missed him—more than I wanted to admit.
As I watched the crowd, my mind faded back to the conversation with Brooklyn I’d had this past Tuesday.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, I read about plant parts in my Biology book. Life was getting easier. The fear of The Society finding me always loomed in the back of my mind, but I was able to suppress the anxiety—most of the time.
A knock sounded from my bedroom door.
“Come in,” I called.
Brooklyn walked in wearing lounge clothes. We were both doing the solo thing tonight. “You excited about being Lois Lane for the Halloween party?”