Beast Brothers 2

“Aidan —”

“Find your clit. Rub your finger on your clit. That’s what I’d like to be doing to you right now.”

“Oh god — oh!” At first she sounds hesitant, then as she cries out, I know she’s found her sweet spot. I pull on my cock and hope I can last long enough to talk her through this.

“I wish that was my finger on your clit, circling, rubbing, pressing…” Amber’s breathing grows more shallow. “That’s it, keep rubbing. It feels so good.” I have to let go of my cock or I’ll never make it.

“Dip your finger in your wetness, then come back to your clit. Find the rhythm that feels the best.” I pause, listen to her breathing, hear her excitement growing. “I want you to make yourself come.”

I grab hold of myself again and stroke. Fuck, I might have to write a song about this.

“Imagine it’s me touching you, Amber.” She’s practically panting in my ear. “Come for me, baby,” I tell her. “Come for me.”

Only a few seconds later, I’m rewarded with the sound of her orgasm, and it’s the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever heard on the other end of a phone.

“Aidan—” she calls out, and I don’t know how I manage not to come too. Frustration, I guess. She sounds hot as hell, and it’s killing me that I’m not with her, that I can’t see the look on her face like I did earlier today.

I stay quiet for a while and savor the sound of her, the little cries, almost like a whimper as she rides out the rest of her climax.

“How was that?” I ask, though I can tell how it was from what I heard.

“Aidan…” Her breathing has mostly gone back to normal, and she sounds tentative, embarrassed maybe?

“Amber, that was amazing. Next time it’ll be my hands on you. I gotta go now. You sleep well.”

“You too,” she says, sounding slightly dazed.

“I’ll see you Wednesday.”

“Right. Wednesday.” There’s a pause and then she says, “Good night.”

There’s no way in hell it’s gonna be a good night without her here.

Chapter 14

Amber

There’s no point in trying to study now. It would be a waste of time to try to concentrate on anything.

I get ready for bed and climb under the covers way early, though I’m not sure I’ll be able to fall asleep either. Did I just have phone sex? Did Aidan really give me two orgasms today, without me even taking my clothes off? It all seems so out of my experience that I can’t believe it happened.

I tentatively run my hand between my legs again. Yes, that definitely happened. I’m still swollen and sensitive. God, I can’t believe how I respond to him. Even just his voice over the phone.

I've given myself pleasure before, but my orgasms can be elusive, requiring a lot of work and not usually being very strong. All it took were a few words from Aidan, in his oh-so-sexy deep voice, to make me come. I’m blushing again just at the thought of it.

I slip my hand under my panties to my bare skin and dip two fingers into the wetness that remains. What would it be like for Aidan’s fingers to touch me here?

Is he touching himself now, stroking his hard cock while he thinks of me? Maybe he was already doing that while we were on the phone.

Megan’s probably right; I bet Aidan could show me amazing pleasure. I'd like to do the same for him, but even if I decided to make him my first, could I please him? I'm sure he's used to more experienced girls. What if I let him down? And what if one time together is all he wants? Could I be okay with that?

I adjust my underwear and roll onto my side. My body is relaxed and content but my mind is swirling in confusion.

Chapter 15

Amber

I manage to get my head back in the game the next day, pushing thoughts of Aidan aside so I can focus on my classes and studying, but the hours seem to pass slowly.

I'm impatient to see him again, but I still have no idea how things will go, or even how I want them to go.

We'll be alone at his house studying tomorrow, an idea that seems far more dangerous now than when we made the plans.

I need to pass chemistry, and I believe that Aidan understands and respects how important that is to me, but that doesn't mean he won't call “time out” and make good on his promise from last night. And when have I been able to resist him? He got me off over the phone, for god’s sake. Every time I see him or even hear his voice, I seem to forget all my common-sense, good-girl precautions.

A new message from him pops up at lunch on Tuesday and I shield my phone from the friends I'm sitting with, expecting to see something private and naughty, along the lines of our last conversation, but instead he writes: Hey, what's up? How's your day going?

I'm surprised to experience the tiniest twinge of disappointment at this normal message. My hormones were on alert as soon as his name appeared.

But maybe it’s for the best. I don't think I could handle sexting with Aidan in public. And I do feel a warm glow to know he's thinking of me and checking in. It's almost like I'm his girlfriend, and it feels good even though I know it's only an illusion. He probably keeps in touch with a lot of women, or at least his latest conquests.

I say: I'm good. How's your day?

Good. Did you sleep well?

I slept very well, and I blush a little at the memory of why.

Yeah. You?

Could’ve been better.

Frustrating ... homework? I can’t believe I’m being so brazen.

Very frustrating.

I try not to squirm in front of my friends. I'll see you tomorrow?

Yeah, he says. So I can help you with your … frustrations.

And there I go — blushing again.

See you then.

* * *

Wednesday afternoon, I meet Aidan at BFOC. When I arrive, he's already there, leaning against a pillar in a casual pose that does funny things to my stomach.

It's still hard for me to merge the two sides of him — sexy rocker and serious academic. I like them both — a lot — though the rocker side unnerves me a little.

Today he's wearing tight jeans and a black t-shirt, looking a little like both the singer and the student. The shirt stretches tightly across his chest and hangs smoothly over his flat abs.

His hair is disheveled in a way that makes me want to smooth it, then mess it up again.

When he sees me, he smiles and I try to hold back from smiling too much in return. I don't want to look overeager, though I actually want to

run to him.

“Hey, how’re you?” Aidan’s eyes travel over my body as I approach but his expression is friendly, without the wicked gleam I’ve almost come to expect.

“Good,” I say in what I hope is a casual voice. “Been waiting long?”

“Nope. Want a coffee before we head over? We only have the basics at my house.”

“Sure.”

We head inside and order espresso drinks at the counter. Aidan smoothly insists on paying, though I protest, “It should be my treat. You're the one helping me.”

But he’s not having it. “It's my pleasure,” he says, sounding all suave. I have the private thought that last time we met, it was my pleasure.

Is Aidan trying to hint that he should be the one receiving pleasure today? He’s usually not that subtle, though, and his tone and expression seem innocent and friendly.

We take the drinks to go and head across campus toward his house. I can't help but notice that nearly every girl we pass turns her head to look at Aidan, some of them only briefly, others not so much.

I feel a little glow of happiness that I'm the one with him, and again enjoy the fantasy of what it would be like to be his girlfriend, but I quickly shake the thought from my head.

“I didn't have a chance to ask you the other day. Is chemistry your major?”

“No, industrial design. I like to build things. I like to work with my hands.”

I look for Aidan's wolfish expression — I already have some idea of just how well he works with his hands — but again see no sign of it. It throws me off balance, the way he seems to switch the player vibe off at will. Maybe this will purely be a study session. That's what I wanted, right?

“So what are your career plans? What about Throwback?”

“Yeah, I don't know. Some of the other guys have big dreams for it, but I'm not sure I want that. It’s not a stable plan for the future.”

Stable? He sounds like me all of a sudden. “You're probably right. But you guys are really good. You seem to love it.”

“It's fun on stage, but it's some of the off-stage stuff that I'm not crazy about. “