Aiden stops moving.
I glance up at him with questions written all over my face.
He pulls out.
My back goes rigid with panic. Shit. Is he going to fuck me anyway?
Right here?
He wraps a hand around his still-hard cock, but he doesn’t pull me up.
He reaches his free hand out and squeezes my cheeks. “Open your mouth.”
I stare at him, incredulous.
“Open that fucking mouth, sweetheart.”
I do, not sure where he’s going with this.
He pumps his cock in his fist and for a second, I’m too mesmerised by the raw masculinity to focus on anything else.
He looks like a god. A sex god.
He directs his cock at my mouth and comes all over my tongue and lips.
“Hmm.” He groans as I glance up at him with what must seem like a stunned expression.
He watches me, too, but it’s more with a sadistic type of possessiveness. His metallic eyes continue boring into mine even after he’s done coming down my throat and on my face.
“Swallow.”
I close my mouth and do.
I just... do.
There’s something about the way he orders me to do things that makes me all hot and tingly.
If we weren’t in public, I might’ve even wanted him to fuck me.
Shit. Even in public, I still want him to fuck me.
I c
an almost imagine him slamming my back against the car and taking me hard and fast until I orgasm.
There’s seriously something utterly wrong with me.
Aiden touches his thumb to my mouth which is still covered with his cum. He smears it all over my lips then presses his thumb at the opening of my mouth.
“Now, suck.”
I take him inside, twirl my tongue around his thumb, and suck as I did with his cock.
All without breaking eye contact.
For some reason, staring at his stormy eyes adds more intimacy to the moment.
More connection.