Page 87 of Beneath the Quiet

“What do you want?” he whispers. He circles his nose around mine. “I need to ensure you get what you want, remember? You need to tell me what that is. I’m a man of my word, after all.”

I lean closer and brush my lips over his, then down to scrape my teeth against his jaw. He closes his eyes, his body shaking on a loud shudder, and I relish in the power I have over him.

“A hard ride,” I whisper.

His lips stretch in such a wide, wolfish grin that makes my clit pulses with need.

“My pleasure,” he purrs. He lines up his thick thighs against the back of mine and reaches up to my breasts. “I think these need some attention first, though. Lean back on me.”

My breath hitches, every nerve in my body fixated on him. He embraces me from behind, lifting my breasts, his thumbs pressing in on the hard buds. I reach back, grip his arse, and arch my back, pushing my breasts into his touch.

His breath fans across my neck, then his lips and teeth nibble over my sensitive skin. I become lost in his touch. Lost to the way he sets my body into bursts of flames. He licks and kisses across my shoulder blades, and I shudder when he reaches a particularly sensitive spot on my back.

I whimper, and shudders glide over my body, moving my arse on his hard cock trapped between our bodies.

“Aidan.”

“Yes?”

“I need more.”

“More what?”

I grapple for the right words but come up empty. “Just…more.”

“Hmm.” He pinches my nipples again and bites softly on my neck. “Do you need my fat cock already? Is that what you’re trying to say?”

“Bloody hell, yes. How can you sound so cool?”

He chuckles darkly. “Trust me. I’m anything but cool,” he rasps. “I’m holding on by a thread. Your soft body, your curves, and fuck me, your arse rubbing on my cock? I’m so hard that if you touch me, I’ll come on your back, and my cum will drip down your arse. You’re driving me insane.”

Another surge of wetness fills me from his dirty talk. I bite down on my lip, intoxicated by them.

“I want you drenched,” he groans. “I want to feel your slick heat sucking my cock inside you, and then I want to give you the hard ride you asked me for, and Mae?”

“Yes?”

“It will be hard, but not before you’re ready for me. Are you ready?”

I grab on to his hand over my right breast and pull it down to my throbbing pussy. “Why don’t you find out?”

His finger slides through my wet folds, and I jerk my hips. The surge of pleasure brings me closer to the edge.

“Fuck.” His growl makes my breathing pick up. “You’re such a good girl, Mae. So ready to be fucked by me. I’m one lucky guy.”

His words send a thrill through me. I squeeze his arse once, digging my nails into his flesh. His gasp in my ear makes my body break out in goosebumps.

“I’ve condoms in the nightstand.” I jerk my chin to the corner farthest from us. “Do you want me to get one?”

He circles my clit in such a feather-light touch that I almost think I’m imagining it. “In a minute.”

His hoarse whisper is followed by his other hand turning my head, so I have no choice but to look at him at an angle. His intense gaze as he presses his lips to mine turns me on like nothing else has before. I gasp. Again, he takes full control over the kiss, sweeping his tongue inside. I match his eagerness. The kiss is wet, sloppy…out of control. Our sighs and moans follow each other in an ancient dance that promises us both the release we’re chasing.

The man can kiss. He drinks from me, deep and sweet, soft and insistent, but if his cock rubbing against my arse is anything to go by, his thirst isn’t quenched at all. I feel the silky head of his cock and realise that I’m doing that to him.

Me. No one else.

Our tongues dance and lick, growing more impatient with each stroke. His fingers between my legs grow more insistent, harder, and I roll my hips as he fucks me with his mouth and his fingers.