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I cock my head to the side. “I don’t remember offering,” I tease, biting my lip.
His laugh echoes in the car. “Baby, you whip out my dick and lick your lips like you’re about to eat a steak dinner, you damn well are offering.” His crass words don’t help ease the ache. I hop out of the car and grab my bag from the backseat.
Our steps are hurried to our room. The sexual tension is so thick it’s blanketing our surroundings. Everything we pass is a blur and the only thing in focus is our room. I don’t have to look up to see the desire and need in Aiden’s eyes. I feel it and hear it every now and then when he growls from the back of his throat. His hand is hard in mine as he leads me with purpose.
I’m thrown on the king-size bed, and I sink into the down comforter before the door clicks shut. “Take off your clothes,” Aiden demands. He reaches behind his head, tugging off his shirt in one fell swoop. I was unzipping my shorts, but I stop short and gawk at his chest and move my gaze down. The muscles in his lower stomach that form a perfect V-shape…it’s like a sign saying look down. So, I do. He unbuttons his pants and his cock springs free. I lick my lips, still remembering how he felt in my mouth not that long ago.
“Are you going to finish?” Aiden says, looking at me.
“I thought I had, but if you’d like me to go again, I’d be happy to oblige.” I smile up at him.
“Woman,” he growls. “I was talking about you getting undressed.”
Oh. Oops. I lift my butt off the bed to pull my shorts down over my hips and he grabs them, yanking them off the rest of the way. His patience is waning, so I whip off my shirt, throwing it on the ground. He hooks his fingers inside the waistband of my panties, pulling them down at a slower pace. I arch my back, reaching underneath to unsnap my bra. When I’m completely bare, he stares down at me. The hunger in his eyes makes my desperate body ache even more. Touch me, dammit.
“I feel like I’ve been on a diet,” he rasps. “But I’m about to fucking binge on the taste of you.” He falls to his knees, pushing his arms under my thighs and yanking me to his waiting mouth. I cry out at the first swipe of his tongue. He circles my clit and then sucks, sliding two fingers inside me, pumping in and out. I look down my torso and it’s sexy as hell to watch him devour me. I run my hand through his hair, gripping it when my body explodes into an abyss of stars.
“I’m sorry, babe.” I frown as he stands up, fisting his cock and pumping it once before lining it up at my entrance. I wait for him to tell me what he’s sorry for because if he feels he did something wrong just now, I’ll let him try again. Instead, he slams into me, and I scream out in pleasure. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls. “I wanted to take my time, but I don’t think I can go slow.”
“Fuck me, then,” I breathe out. His fingers dig into my hips, and he does just that. Our bodies slap together. I lift my hips, meeting his thrusts, and he lets out a guttural groan, watching himself disappear inside of me. He reaches up and grabs my breast in his hand, pinching the nipple, and I cry out. Sweat beads on his forehead.
“Fuuckk, Addison,” he roars, throwing his head back. His stomach muscles clench and his body pulses as he empties himself inside of me.
“There is not a sane man in this world who could resist this.” He pulls out slowly, watching his cock at my entrance, and then presses it back inside me. I moan as my eyes roll back. “I was fucking insane,” he mutters to himself. He pulls out and walks to the bathroom, returning with a towel.
When he lies down beside me, he rolls onto his side and holds his head up with his hand. “Where are we?” I ask, pushing up on my elbows and looking around the room. There is a wall of windows, but it’s dark outside, so I can’t see anything. It’s a typical hotel room, so there is no telling where we are.
“We’re in the Poconos.”
“Hmm. Room is nice.” Not like I’ve seen anything else. I roll to my side, facing him. “You know, there are hotels in the city.” The air conditioner kicks on, and I shiver when it blows on my naked body.
Aiden sits up to pull the comforter down, and I crawl underneath. He slips in beside me, and I snuggle against the warmth of his body. “I wanted to get out of the city. You’ll understand when you see it in the daylight.”
It’s quiet here. Even in the dead of night, I can still hear cars outside in the city. I guess I’ve gotten used to it because I don’t notice it anymore—until now, where the silence is unpolluted. My stomach grumbles, and Aiden looks down at me. “Hungry?”
“Yes, but I don’t want to get up.”
“I want you to see the stars here.” His lips graze mine in a quick peck before he rolls over, throws the covers off, and stands up, showing off his magnificent backside. I want to stay here and watch your gorgeous ass. He looks at me over his shoulder, waiting for me to move.
I roll my eyes and remove the covers. “I was so warm though,” I whine, shivering. “What is it with hotels thinking everyone wants to freeze?”
He chuckles. “You weren’t complaining earlier.”
I pull up my shorts and look at him. “I guess when you have a ten-inch cock pumping inside of you, you tend to heat up a bit,” I quip.
He flashes a megawatt smile, stepping into me. “God, I love you. Can you repeat that to me every day, especially when the guys are around?” I laugh and push on his chest so I can finish getting dressed. He takes two steps back, still smiling wide.
“Do guys really compare?”
“Fuck yeah,” he says.
“Guys are a different breed.” He chuckles and I push my head through my shirt, tugging it down over my breasts and tucking part of it into my shorts. “C’mon, I’m hungry and I have some stars to look at.”
“Wow,” I say in amazement, looking up. We grabbed dinner at a restaurant in the hotel and now we’re sitting on a couple of Adirondack chairs on a dock, staring up into the star-filled sky. I forget how bright stars can be without the light pollution drowning them out. “It reminds me of the night we laid on the lawn, watching the stars at Travis’s place.” I chuckle. “Well…minus the handcuffs.”
“I can fix that if you’d like,” he teases.
“So, was that officially our first date?” I ask, looking over at him. The beginning of our relationship has been so screwed-up, I don’t even know what to call it.
