Pen Pal(19)

When he takes my mouth again, I taste myself on him. Some dim part of my brain recognizes that all the lights are on, and I should probably be feeling at least a little self-conscious, but there’s no room for that. With every powerful thrust of his hips, he’s taking me out of my head and deeper into my body, making me feel everything.

My hard nipples dragging against his chest.

His fingers pulling my hair.

Our teeth clashing as we kiss deeply.

The noises we’re both making and the sounds of our bodies joining. I think I can even hear his heart pounding as madly as mine.

Then he startles me by rolling to his back and taking me with him. Panting, I stare down at him in a haze of pleasure. I flatten my hands over his broad chest.

He licks his lips and runs his hands up and down my body, pausing to squeeze my breasts, then follows the shape of my ribcage and waist down to my hips. He digs his fingers into the flesh there and flexes his pelvis upward, driving himself deeper inside me.

“Move,” he orders through clenched teeth.

The man doesn’t have to ask twice. I bounce up and down on his hard cock until my thighs are aching and both of us are groaning and sweating and he says, “You need to come?”

“Yes!”

He presses his thumb against my clit and keeps it there as I work my hips, madly gorging myself on his thick shaft.

He commands darkly, “Then do it.”

It’s as if he threw a switch. My vagina starts to convulse, clenching around his dick in violent, rhythmic pulses. They’re so powerful, I lose my breath. I drop my head back, close my eyes, and sink my fingernails into his chest muscles, listening to him grunt in pleasure as he fucks me and I come hard on his cock.

He reaches up and roughly squeezes my breast. “So fucking good,” he hisses. “Jesus Christ. Kayla. Fuck. I’m right—”

He breaks off with a groan and comes inside me, jerking.

I look down at him.

His eyes are closed. His head is tipped back on the pillow. His abdominal muscles are clenched and so are his jaw and biceps. His skin gleams with a light sheen of sweat. A vein is popped out and pulsing wildly in the side of his neck, and I understand with a flash of brilliant clarity that this felt as good for him as it did for me.

That feeling of euphoria returns. Without knowing I’m going to do it, I start to laugh.

Breathing hard, Aidan opens his eyes and gazes up at me.

He says gruffly, “You good?”

I grin at him. “Don’t worry, I’m not having a psychotic break or anything. This is just like wow.”

His dark eyes flashing, he returns my grin and squeezes my hips. He looks like a pirate who just found a shitload of gold treasure.

I’m hit with the sudden awful thought that he might think this is just another average Thursday night for me. Like maybe hopping into bed with semi-strangers is par for the course, and this was nothing special.

I don’t want him to think that.

So I say, “I promise I don’t normally do this. Actually, I’ve never done this before.”

“Had sex?”

I thump him on his chest. “You know what I mean, funny guy.”

Still grinning, he grabs me around the waist and rolls me to my back, keeping his cock inside me. He settles his weight between my legs and leans down so our chests are pressed together. Then he kisses me deeply, holding my head in his big hands.

When we come up for air, he murmurs, “Lucky me.”

I wrap my legs around his back and my arms around his shoulders and sigh in contentment.

He nuzzles my neck, inhaling deeply into my hair, then exhaling with a noise of pleasure. He whispers, “I wanted to get you dry, but I ended up getting you even wetter, didn’t I?”

“Don’t sound so pleased with yourself.”

He chuckles. “I am, though. That was incredible.”

A little shiver of satisfaction runs through my body. Then I start to worry what I’m supposed to do next. Stay? Sleep? Put my wet clothes into his dryer and pace around in simmering embarrassment until I can run away?

He raises his head and stares down at me. “You’re spending the night.”

I blink in surprise. “Are you a mind reader or something?”

“No. Why?”

“Um. No reason.”

“Bullshit.”

“Okay, fine. I was just wondering if I should go home now.”

“I just told you that you’re spending the night. You can leave in the morning and have the rest of your life to worry that this was a mistake, but for tonight, you’re staying right here.”

He flexes his hips when he says “here,” letting me know he’s not done sexing me up yet.

“What if I want to leave?”

“You don’t.”

“You seem pretty sure of that.”

He kisses me softly on the lips. Smiling, he says, “I like it when I irritate you.”

“That’s unfortunate, because I like it when I’m not being irritated.”

“Your mouth gets all puckered and your nose wrinkles up. You look like a prissy little old lady.”

“Whoa, slow down with the compliments, Romeo! I’ll swoon hard and hit my head on something.”

“Know what I just realized?” he whispers, eyes burning.