Page 109 of Pretender

Aiden has to squash them.

“Mo is nearby if you want to go,” Aiden says, and then he leans in, his mouth close to my ear. “We can just cosy up and watch a movie. We do this at your pace.” His breath tickles my ear, and the familiar tingle travels across my skin. Heat floods through me, pooling between my legs, and I clench my thighs.

I lean close to him, my cheek against his, and say, in just a breath so my friends can’t hear, “I need you inside me.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

please

LINNEA

Sometimes your wildest fantasies will stay just that. Reality won’t come close. The sensation of Aiden’s hands on me, though… It’s beyond what I imagined. They’re smooth, warm, and certain. He knows where he wants them, and I’m letting him. Allowing my worries to fall away. Allowing myself to not be bothered by the fact that Mo is just behind the privacy screen.

Instead, I focus on how close this is to my fantasy. Being here in the back of the car is what I pictured only a few weeks ago, and it ignites me.

“On our way to the picnic, I wanted you to touch me like this,” I whisper as his firm hand smooths up my calf and the inside of my thigh. He groans into my shoulder. I fucking love that sound. I love the heat his breath leaves on my skin, and the cool of the dew afterwards. It gives me goosebumps that travel up my neck, into my scalp, intensifying my need.

“Me too,” he rasps, nibbling on my earlobe. “I imagined my hand on your skin. I’d move up…” He slides his hand further up and I open my legs wider for him and he hums. “Exactly like that,” he whispers and claims my mouth. I shift in my seat, allowing him better access to fulfil my daydream of him. He skirts around the edge of my underwear, tickling a finger across the front, and I lean my head back on the seat.

My clit is throbbing wildly. It’s begging for release after all these weeks of trying on my own. Of being distracted by my feelings for him, whilst pushing them away. But leaning into them, and truly being here with Aiden, with the hard muscles of his arm, the sound of his voice, and his woodsy, spicy-sweet scent, leaves no space for distracting thoughts. He’s all-encompassing.

“Aiden,” I breathe. He watches my face as he brushes another teasing finger over my front, and I arch towards his hand. “More, please.”

“Do you remember when you asked me what my favourite game is?”

“Yes?”

“Making you say please is my favourite game, Linnea. Fuck, I’ve imagined this too many times and I’ve tried not to.”

“Touch me,” I say, and bite my lower lip.

“Say it.”

“Please,” I whimper.

He shifts my underwear to the side, again with just a hint of a touch to my aching pussy and I gasp.

“I love how wet you are for me,” he rasps in my ear as his hand finally makes contact with the top of my clit, moving down to my wet entrance.

He groans again, watching my face, but right now I don’t care what I look like. Even with the afternoon sun forcing its way through the tinted windows, lighting up whatever expression I have on my face.

My eyelids flutter as he moves his hand up and down, stroking me from my opening to my clit with the length of his large fingers, creating friction that has me curling my toes.

Fucking hell, this is exactly how I need it. Better than how I do it myself.

“Yes,” I breathe, arching again, moving against his hand.

“Your pussy feels fucking good. I can’t wait to taste you.” His mouth is close to my ear now, his breath on my skin, his scent in my nose. I grasp what I can reach of him as he deftly moves between my legs.

“Oh,” I whimper and he goes faster, as if he knows exactly what my body craves.

“Right there, just like that,” I whisper, digging my fingers into his shoulder, panting into his ear.

“Mmm,” he rumbles near my ear, and the sensation undoes me. Clawing at his arm and shoulder with one hand, digging my fingers into the seat next to me with the other, the orgasm explodes through me, and although I try to keep quiet, a moan still escapes me, louder than intended, and Aiden hums again.

“You’re perfect,” he says.

I lean my head back against the seat, panting. “Wow.”