I leaned forward across the hood and parted her thighs to settle between them. “Yes, everything.”
Chapter Fourteen
Lexa
The hood of the Shelby warmed my bottom as I spread out like a buffet, anticipating Aiden’s mouth. He parted my thighs farther and then hitched me up at the knees and brought them over his shoulders. A soft moan broke from my lips as he kissed my mound and then flicked his tongue across my red lace panties.
“Be easy on those. I’ve seen the damage you can do.” He’d left the last pair he’d come into contact with in scraps, but these were my favorite.
“I’ll make no promises. Besides, I have plans for these — but first I’m more interested in going around them.” He tugged them aside and slid his fingers between my folds, collecting the nectar I’d spilled anticipating his touch. He met my eyes directly and slipped his fingers into his mouth, sucking them until they were slick and ready to penetrate me.
I wondered what plans he had for my panties as he pulled them out of his way and tended my clit. His tongue worked over the swollen bud, flicking and kissing, and sometimes nibbling. Then two thick fingers slid deep into my channel rubbing delicious pressure against my walls. He pumped nice and steady, spreading his fingers to stretch me. “You are so tight; I think you had to get used to me last time.” His eyes met mine as if to question me.
I stroked his hair and slipped my free hand under my bra to tease my nipple. “I don’t mind a little pain. It lets me know I’m alive. Besides, I think you know I enjoyed it.” I bucked my hips upward to show him I wanted it a little deeper and couldn’t wait until his fingers were replaced with his thick erection.
He gave me a scolding look. “You took off so fast I didn’t have a chance to ask.” He curled his fingers and pressed hard on my g spot, making it ache with pleasure as he teased and licked. We were silent as he worked me through my first orgasm, but then I cried out his name across his father’s car. I couldn’t help but wonder what his father would think and smiled inside that Aiden had gotten to claim it as his own and I was part of the ritual.
“I guess I did leave abruptly the last time, but I wasn’t sure what you’d think of me.” I hadn’t cared what he thought, but I couldn’t tell him the real reason. “I’m not going anywhere at the moment.” He rose up and held out his hand.
“No, you’re not. I’m going to make sure of it.” I took his hand as his devilish grin sent a thrill through me and then I was on my feet. “You’re filthy from that hood. It’s a hot fantasy, and though I like my women dirty, I think you need a shower.”
“Only if you promise to join me.” I stepped over my jeans, and we left my clothes where they lay as he led me into the house and upstairs to his private bath. The room was tiled in black and his walk-in shower, which was big enough for four people, complete with a large bench, looked like it was made for a steamy shower scene.
He led me to the bench and told me to sit, and I did as I was told. I watched as he stripped down, and when I went to take off my bra, he shook his head. “No. Leave it on.” He gripped his broad shaft and stepped closer. “Stand up.”
I stood as the smile I was trying to desperately to hide played at the corners of my lips. “You’re in a bossy mood.” His finger landed across my lips, and I pulled them in tight to show I’d stay silent, but was betrayed when a giggle escaped.
There was a smile behind his beard as he reached and pushed a button to begin the shower spray, but it wasn’t coming from all of the heads, only one. He slipped his fingers in the straps of my panties and slipped them down to my ankles. I rested a hand on his shoulder to step out of them, and then he took my arms and brought them up over my head and wound my panties around my hands, tying me at the wrists.
My eyes widened, but I had no protest. It wasn’t the first time I’d been tied up for sex, and I’d always enjoyed a little kink — though I had to admit, Aiden took everything my college boyfriend had tried to a new level.
He leaned close to my ear and whispered, “You aren’t going to run this time.” His breath sent chills across my flesh that prickled as goosebumps rose. “Step over here.”
“I could still run; you haven’t tied my feet.” I giggled, but then my expression swapped to one of panic when he lifted me up and hung me by my wrists from the shower head.
“Just in case you get any ideas. Are you comfortable?” He tugged at the panties around my wrist, and since my legs were still on the floor, there was no harm coming to my skin.
“Yes. So what are you going to do with me now?” He pressed another button and the spray of the other heads, five in total, sprang to life, washing over us with a perfect temperature. He closed the distance and kissed me, his fingers threading through my hair and pulling me toward him with a hunger as his other hand cupped my breast under my bra. Then he kissed his way down, pausing to nibble at my hip. I cried out with pleasure and flinched, and then he continued, working his way down to my trimmed mound.
I wanted desperately to touch him, but the fact that I couldn’t made the longing ache so much better. The urge to cross my legs had me on wobbly knees, and as the panties around my wrists reminded me they were there, I kept myself from hanging too much weight on them.
He looked up as his tongue
flicked at my clit, sending delicious waves of pleasure through me. “I want inside you.” His fingers found their target, and he pumped them inside my tender opening.
“Please,” I moaned the word, stretching out the sound.
“Are you begging for it, Lexa?” His fingers curled, pressing again my clit.
“Yes, please.” The words fell faster from my lips. “Please, Aiden.” I didn’t mind playing along, and my breath hitched as he stood and pumped his cock in his fist.
“Are you good?” He waited for my nod and then stepped closer, aiming his broad tip at my entrance. In one quick stroke, he was inside me. I cried out as I settled my legs around him, and then he thrust slowly, gripping my ass to grind in deeper. Suddenly, he picked up the pace, thrusting and fucking me to a steady rhythm that had my release building fast.
My pleasure ripped through me, crashing on me in a frenzy as I bucked my hips and milked his throbbing shaft with my pulsing channel.
“Fuck.” He pulled me close, leaving himself sheathed inside me as he lifted me off the showerhead. My arms fell around his neck, and then he reached for a button on the wall. As the spray stopped, he carried me through the steam to his bedroom where the cooler air chilled my flesh.
The cool sheets dampened as he laid me down, settling above me as he claimed my lips. He worked his hips, still pumping inside me, his thick cock spreading me to my limits.