I reached for the fly of his jeans, fumbling them open so I could reach inside and grasp his cock.
“Oh god,” I groaned as my fingers wrapped around its hard thickness. “Fuck, that’s good.”
“Mm,” he murmured into my ear as his lips brushed my hairline. “It’s all yours.”
He moved his kisses down my neck to my chest, taking time to suck on nipples already tight from the cold. I hissed and arched up into him as he moved farther down, dropping kisses along my belly until reaching the edge of one hip bone.
Aiden’s eyes stared up at me then, glazed with lust and something else like a question. I carded my fingers through his hair and smiled down at him. He seemed to relax then, opening the fly of my jeans and pulling them down, leaving only my boxer briefs. My dick was so hard it was pulling the elastic waistband away from my skin in its effort to get to Aiden.
“Please,” I breathed, as if it would make him go faster— do something.
He kissed his way back up the inside of one of my legs, raising bumps along my skin before nuzzling the front of my underwear and rubbing his chin up my cock. Jesus fuck.
My fingers tightened in his hair and I arched into him. “Please,” I begged again. I didn’t care that I sounded like a broken record. I wanted him to touch me everywhere. And all of it right now.
I caught the small smile of satisfaction on his lips as he reached for the waistband to strip me completely bare. Fucking finally.
As soon as I was completely naked on the blanket, Aiden leaned in and licked a stripe up my cock, gently squeezing my thighs with his hands as he took my entire shaft into his mouth with a groan. The vibrations on my skin were nearly my undoing, and I hissed, arching up into him in an effort to get deeper, feel more.
My hands were back in his hair and his were all over my legs and hips, periodically jacking my cock or gently squeezing my balls in time with the rhythm of his mouth. I was afraid I couldn’t hold on for very long, but I wanted him with me. I wanted our pleasure to be together.
“Wait,” I said, trying to pull him up toward my face. The glow of the late afternoon sun showed Aiden’s lips were deep red and shiny, his cheeks flushed with pink and eyes blazing.
“Tell me what you want, Ash,” he said in a rough voice. “Anything you want, it’s yours.”
I smoothed my palm against his cheek and marveled at the sweetness of his words. “Turn around and let me have a taste of you too.”
His face broke into a grin and he leaned in to kiss me. His mouth held a hint of me and I had a moment of uncharacteristic possessiveness. Suddenly, I wanted mine to be the only taste ever to be found in his mouth again. I wanted mine to be the only naked body he touched and the only person he thought of when his cock was hard and throbbing for release. I moved swiftly then, spinning around in a sixty-nine and taking his fat cock into my mouth like a man possessed.
I wanted every part of him— a claiming.
“Fuck!” Aiden shouted as his dick hit the back of my throat on the second pass. His hands tightened around my ass and his cheek rested against my inner thigh as he struggled to catch his breath. “Oh god, you’re gonna make me come,” he gasped. He must have wanted us to come together because he tried his best to suck me off too. Our mouths went to work as well as they could between gasps and grunts until I felt the tightening of my balls that signaled my release.
“Aiden,” I hissed in warning. His hands clutched my ass tighter and I shoved into his mouth, coming hard and happy down his throat after pulling off his own shaft and croaking out his name again in pleasure. The orgasm seemed to shoot jolts of delirium through me and I glanced upward to the heavens, remembering we were outside under the late afternoon sky with nothing but the ebb and flow of the ocean tide surrounding us.
I took a final shuddering breath and turned quickly to finish him off, sucking him into my mouth and jacking him with my hand at the same time. It only took a few more strokes until he was emptying into my mouth and holding my head in a gentle caress that seemed to be in opposition to the strength of his orgasm.
After a few final licks of him, I let him go. My hands ran up and down the backs of his legs for a moment until I swiveled back around to lie next to him. He’d thrown out his arm in invitation, and I lay on his chest, listening to the pounding of his heart as it came down from its exertion.