16. All Strings Attached

Riley

    Pain settles between my thighs, extending from my pussy to every single receptor in my body. It's a sharp sting and a dull ache all at once, burning me from the inside out at the same time it douses the fire.

 

My fingers twist in the neckline of Aiden's shirt, and my knees clench around his hips, but other than that, I don't move. His hands sizzle where they roam, constantly moving since he started pushing in; knuckles dragging up my spine, palms splaying down my thighs, thumbs trailing over my collarbone.

 

It's such a shift from the way he's touched me before. There's something almost reverent about it, like I'm a glass figurine he has to hold and knows he can't drop.

 

I should be embarrassed about my complete breakdown, but it's really difficult to feel anything else right now except his cock lodged inside me.

 

"Riley. Open your eyes."

 

Immediately, my lids peel back; I hadn't even realized they'd closed.

 

His silver gaze meets mine, so close I can see the different layers of gray-some slate, some cloudy, like the glittering edge of a crystal. For a moment, I lose myself in the storm that is Aiden, my apprehension melting away like lava over an ancient city.

 

"Very good, pretty girl." His praise makes my core clench, warmth spreading through me as he brushes his fingers over my back again, digging into the meat of my ass.

 

I can't help the buzz of disappointment at the lack of skin-to-skin contact where my robe still covers me.

 

"Take a deep breath," he says, pinching.

 

I gasp, the location of pain zapping to my backside. As my lungs clamor for more air, the movement somehow opens me, and I slide down his cock another inch.

 

The agony has almost started to subside, delicious tension ebbing in its place. I repeat the gesture, sucking in oxygen and letting him fill me.

 

"Slow, Riley, fuck." He fists my robe, the tendons in his neck straining against his tattoos. "We have to go slow."

 

A ragged moan tears out of me as I bottom out, my ass resting atop his thighs. He jerks forward, dipping his mouth to the hollow of my throat, his breaths stilted and hot.

 

"Oh, my god." I think my fingers are starting to go numb from the choke hold I have on his T-shirt, but I don't even care.

 

Once I've had a second to adjust, the stinging sensation morphs into a warm wave, slowly unfurling in my core. My hips shift, seeking more, craving the friction.

 

I yank one hand from his shirt and press the palm into my stomach. "God, I can feel you here."

 

Aiden coughs, pulling back to look. "Fuck, angel, don't say shit like that."

 

Frowning, my anxiety flares back up, and I pause. "I'm so-"

 

"Don't you dare apologize while my cock is inside you," he says, shunting deeper, capturing my surprise with his lips. "You're just so goddamn tight, I don't know how I'm gonna hang on."

 

"Oh." Separating our mouths, I glance down at where we're connected, forcing my breaths to even out. Rolling forward again, I hook my teeth in my bottom lip and chase that euphoria, grinding my clit against him. "It feels good?"

 

His head lolls back. "Phenomenal, pretty girl. You feel fucking phenomenal, and you're doing such a good job. Working my dick with your sweet cunt, like it belongs to you."

 

Pride blooms in my chest at his words, and wetness trickles between my thighs, soaking the both of us.

 

Emotion clogs my throat as I continue swiveling my hips, desperately trying to cull the need building in my center. My motions falter, nerves taking the forefront as my concentration becomes distracting, but then Aiden's gripping the back of my neck and forcing my gaze to his.

 

"Whatever feels good for you, feels good for me." He flicks his tongue over my lips and the quick lashing has me bowing, wanting to feel that sensation in other places.

 

But I'm stuck in limbo, trying to wade through the black sludge of self-loathing.

 

As if sensing that my mind is still struggling, Aiden grabs me and lifts, setting me on the bear rug. He scrambles to his feet, reaching behind his head to tug off his shirt, and then kicks out of his pants and boxers.

 

I swallow, feeling small in front of him, but in the best way. Maybe it's that power dynamic he mentioned before, but being here on the floor while he towers over me has my pussy clenching wantonly, aching to be filled back up.

Climbing on top of me, he pushes so I'm flat on the ground, kicking my legs apart and settling between them.

 

This time when he pushes in, there's far less resistance; he grips my thighs, pulling them back so my knees are almost pinned against the floor, and oh fuck, when he moves I can taste him in my throat.

 

"Insanity," he whispers, pulling out to the tip just to thrust all the way in again. "I'm afflicted, and I think you're somehow both the cause and the cure."

 

"I'm so-"

 

Clamping his hand down over my mouth, he shakes his head, pistoning into me with a pinch of brutality. It knocks the air from my chest, and my pussy convulses in delight.

 

His rings feel like a balm to my soul, cool and soothing where they dig into my skin.

 

"Since you can't seem to stop apologizing, I'm going to keep my hand here. Which means you won't be able to beg me to come with words. Get creative, pretty girl."

 

I don't even want to listen to what he's saying, because his dick is stroking and massaging places I hadn't known existed. My vision blurs as he drives in, my inner muscles fluttering around him as pleasure zings through my veins.

 

"Take it," he mutters, and I can't tell who exactly he's chanting to. "Take my cock, pretty girl. Fits you perfectly."

 

Blades of hair curl over his forehead, dampened from the sheen of sweat slicking across his skin. I reach up, pushing the dark strands back, and I swear he purrs for a moment before going back to whispering dirty things under his breath.

 

His words, tiny gasps, and moans of praise feel like sunshine soaking into my skin, but it's his eyes that I pay attention to. The way they vacillate over every inch of me, blazing a path from where we're connected up to where his hand keeps me mute.

 

They're intense storms raining down on me, elation sparking like a match that doesn't stop raging.

 

It's exhilarating, being trapped beneath his hungry gaze and letting it wash over me. Knowing he's breaking apart for me, even though not long ago he wanted to ruin me.

 

My fingers tingle as I reach up, tracing the lines of his tattoos, trying my best to memorize them in case this is the last time I get to see them. He bucks, canting his hips so hard that his balls slap against the crack of my ass, and I can feel us inching up the rug.

 

It feels so good that I'm starting to see stars, black creeping in at the edges of my vision. My pulse kicks rapidly, blood rushing between my ears, and with each thrust, an animalistic sound wrenches itself from the back of my throat.

 

Eyes wide, I keep them trained on him, refusing to look away as release unspools in my stomach, tendrils of euphoria reaching through and wrapping around me.

 

I need it, I need it, I need it.

 

As it crawls up the base of my spine, I'm so distracted by the heat that I don't notice my robe falling open, baring every part of me but my arms to Aiden. He drinks me in, fucking faster, the muscles in his jaw clenched so tight I can practically see the indent of his teeth.

 

Tears prickle behind my eyes as my orgasm crests, and he lets out a sound that echoes in my chest. "You ready for me to fill you up?"

 

I try to nod, something caught between a sob and a squeal scratching out of my throat, vibrating against my skin. The tears fall over as my climax reaches its crescendo, exhilaration thundering through me and making me shake.

 

My legs come around him, heels digging into his ass, spurring his movements as he fucks me through the bliss.

 

His hips jerk, his pace stuttering in time with the beat of my heart, and then he shoves in so he's flush with my skin. A torrent of hot, thick cum pulses inside of me, and the low groan he gives is desperate and gravelly, sending ashiver down my legs.

"Fuck." Aiden sits back on his knees, chest heaving as he catches his breath. Sliding his hand slowly from my mouth, he runs his thumb in a soothing gesture over my lips, as if he's trying to bring the feeling back. "You okay?"

Nodding is all I can manage, my mind too gooey and sated to form coherent thoughts, much less vocalize them.

 

With a grin, he bends and presses a searing kiss to my mouth, letting his tongue lick lazily at the interior, like he's memorizing it.

 

Pulling back, he sighs, his hands never leaving my body. Like he can't possibly stand not to touch me, even for a second.

 

"We should get you cleaned up," he says, and I feel his fingers swipe through where our cum drips from my core.

 

Shaking my head, I moan in protest, exhaustion suddenly bearing down on me. "Not yet. Want to sleep."

 

"Fine, just for a second." He glides down my body, and I feel him pause for a second at my hip. I know he's looking at the scar, but he drags his finger over the tiny tattoo there, as if trying to pretend otherwise.

 

 Or maybe he's reiterating how little he cares about the imperfections.

 

Whatever the case, my body tenses, but I'm too limp to do anything else. And then he keeps moving, shouldering his way between my legs, cradling my ass in his palms and lifting it off the floor.

 

I glance at him, my eyes bulging; his breath skates across my clit, making it throb painfully as he lines his mouth up. "What are you doing?"

 

One lick along my seam has my head dropping to the floor, aftershocks rolling through me.

 

 "Cleaning up," he says, before sealing his mouth to me like it's the most natural thing in the world.