Beast Brothers 2

My heart melts at his words, but they leave me wanting him even more than ever. “Then hurry up and take care of me!” I say with a laugh.

“No.”

The appearance of his trademark smirk has me beating my fists against his chest. “Dammit, Aidan!”

“I’m going to make it good for you,” he says. “And this time, that means taking it slow.” He backs me up toward the bed, yanks the comforter down and pushes me gently onto the sheets. Leaning over me, hands on either side of me, he smiles at me. “Trust me, you’ll thank me later.”

He reaches for my pants, but I undo them myself, arch my back and tear them off, along with my underwear, as fast as I can. Any lingering insecurities about my body are long gone, driven away by desperate lust.

Aidan’s eyes go so dark, they’re almost black. He stands at the foot of the bed, staring down at me, and the look on his face makes me feel like a goddess. Knowing that he’s experienced, that he’s no doubt seen many women’s naked bodies, and still he’s looking at me like he is, it’s almost too much for me.

“You’re beautiful,” he says as he lies down on his side next to me. He kisses me again, softly this time, while his hand strokes from my hair down the side of my neck, over my collarbone, and down to my breasts.

His fingers squeeze, caress, pluck, and pinch, while his mouth follows along, soothing then inflaming the same areas. I can feel his cock through his jeans, long and hard against my leg, but when I reach for him he grabs my wrist.

“Do I need to tie you up?” He sounds like he’s teasing, but I’m not completely sure he doesn’t mean it, and to my surprise, his threat sends an added thrill through me.

“Aidan!” I do my best to sound shocked, but he sees through my protest.

“Hmmm. Okay,” he says, his grin growing wider. “We will definitely be doing that at some point. But if you promise to be good, we won’t do it right now — unless you want to?”

He’s looking down at me, eyebrow arched, hair tousled, a shadow of stubble darkening the beautiful angles of his face. I find myself intrigued about being tied up, and I realize how much I trust him.

But I’m also impatient. “I’ll be good,” I say.

“Okay,” he says. He curves my hands, one at a time, over the top of his headboard. “Hands up there, unless I say otherwise.”

“So bossy,” I say, loving the wicked expression on his face when I tease him.

“You better believe it,” he says, his voice like a growl, before he gets back to business. His mouth attends to my breasts, while his hand glides down my body until he’s cupping me between my legs.

The heel of his hand presses gently against my clit and I arch up to meet it. His fingers part my folds, exploring my slick flesh, finding how wet I am for him. At the same time, he licks a circular pattern around one of my nipples and then sucks on it so gently that I want to scream. My hands grip the headboard as I try to keep from being overwhelmed by all the sensations he’s triggering all over me, all at once.

He sucks harder at my breast as he slips one finger inside me, pushing gently in and out of me while his mouth goes back and forth between my breasts. Every time he sucks I feel an answering tug deep inside me, almost in the same place where he’s working another finger inside me, stretching me just a little.

My head goes dizzy and I try to steady my breathing. “Aidan, I want to feel you inside me.”

He lifts his head and looks at me. His eyes are heavy-lidded, his pupils dilated; he’s getting turned on by what he’s doing to me, and seeing how it’s affecting him doubles my desire.

“Please,” I beg. “I need you.”

He shifts his body and moves closer to me. He kisses me, the whole time never stopping the amazing things he’s doing with his hand.

“Almost there,” he says when he breaks the kiss. “Actually, I could do this for hours, but I know you’re impatient. You just need to come for me a few times.”

“Why?” I demand, knowing my voice sounds perilously close to a whine.

He smiles, and it’s the most wicked, gentle, assured, sensual smile I’ve ever seen. “Because I said so.” Before I can reply, his mouth cuts me off with a deep, drugging kiss, while his fingers continue to pump in and out of me and his thumb starts circling my clit.

I want to cry; it all feels so good. Good really doesn’t begin to cover it, at all. He kisses me senseless, until my arms go limp, spread out on either side of me on the bed.

He shifts back down my body and his mouth covers my clit while he adds a third finger, stroking in and out of me. I feel a stretch at the additional finger, but I am so overwhelmed by sensation that I feel no pain at all. Aidan starts circling my clit with his tongue, then sucks the swollen bundle of nerves into his mouth, and I see stars.

I need to grab hold of him, to feel him. I tangle my hands in his hair, my breath coming in gasps. At some point I realize I’m calling out his name — Aidan! Aidan! — as pleasure spirals out from my center, then back again, building and building until I’m ready to explode.

When his teeth touch me, I do explode. I cry out, bucking my hips against him, my toes curled tight, every bit of me pulled into a ball that finally lets go, sending me flying high.

Aidan eases off, then ramps up again, triggering a climax that flows into another, and then another, and another.

When he finally stops I don’t even know how many orgasms I’ve had. My entire body is tingling from head to toe, and from inside to out. I may never breathe normally again.

I’m dimly aware of Aidan smiling at me, then I feel him slide off the bed. I manage to raise my head so I can watch him as he takes off his pants and boxers. His hard cock springs free and stands stiff and proud against his stomach.

Even after all the mind-blowing pleasure he’s given me, a fresh wave of desire floods me at the sight of his body, every tightly muscled inch of him on display before me. His chest, his abs, his amazing tattoo — every bit of him is beautiful, but my eyes are focused on his cock. The size of him gives me only the briefest pause; it’s my first time, and he’s big, but I don’t care. I need him so badly.

I reach for him and he lies down next to me, letting me finally wrap my hand around him. I stroke him a few times and start to slide down his body but he stops me.

I let my eyes plead with him along with my words. “You took care of me. Why can’t I take care of you?”

“Because I won’t last if you do that,” he says, his voice sounding almost animal. He reaches behind him into his nightstand drawer, pulls out a little foil packet, and quickly sheathes his cock with the condom.

“Do you want to be on top?” he asks, and my heart melts a little more at the care he’s showing me.

I picture myself riding him, and I’m tempted, but right now I want to feel the weight of his body above me, his skin against mine, and I want him to lead the way. “Not this time,” I say.

“Okay,” he says softly, with that sexy smile that feels like it’s only for me now. He moves over me and settles between my thighs. I spread my legs to give him room.

“Okay?” he says again, a question this time, and I’m finally grateful that he’s taking things slow. I’ll remember this always. Beautiful Aidan poised between my legs, caring most about my comfort, my pleasure, wanting to make everything right for me.

“Yes,” I say, a small word taking on such great significance.

I slide my hands up his arms. Our gazes locked, I trace the dragon tattoo from the corner of my eye, wanting to captu

re every detail of this in my memory forever.

Aidan takes my hand and guides it down to close over his cock. Feeling him, so hot and heavy and hard, makes the fire inside me burn even brighter, makes the liquid heat in my core flow faster.

I lead him to my entrance and feel the slight pressure of the head of his cock against my swollen sex. His cock twitches in my hand and my heart races in anticipation.

“Tell me if you need me to stop,” Aidan says as he starts to press inside me.

“Don’t stop,” I say, as forcefully as I can. He gives me that little smile again, the one that makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the universe.

He pushes in further, and I feel an instant of discomfort, a quick flash of pain, then a wonderful fullness inside me that’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.

“Aidan,” I say with a sigh, and he pushes again, filling me even more.

He leans down to kiss me, his weight supported on his elbows, and I pull him closer. He’s inside me and I want him to surround me; I want us to be as close as we can get. His body presses mine into the mattress, so we’re touching from head to toe, melding into one.

His kiss is slow and thorough, and I know he’s giving me time to adjust to having him inside me. When we break off, I take his face in my hands. “Yes. Now. Please,” I say.

He lifts his weight back onto his elbows and starts to move again, staring into my eyes while he slides part of the way out of me and then slowly back in. The friction of his cock inside my pussy is so delicious that my eyes roll back in my head for a moment. “Oh god, don’t stop,” I beg.

“Okay,” he says, with that sexy-sweet smile. He strokes in and out of me, slow but steady, watching me all the while with a look in his eyes so tender that my heart swells to nearly bursting.

I love you. The words are in my mind, on the tip of my tongue, and then they’re out of me before I can stop myself from saying them.

Aidan stops moving, and for a moment my heart stops with him. Then he touches his forehead to mine as he’s done so many times before, looks into my eyes, and says, “I love you too.”