Page 28 of Made Over by Meredith

“Yes, you can,” he said with a kiss to my thigh and then pubic bone.

“No… I… I’m gonna…”

“Come? Yes, you are,” he murmured and licked at my clit, still working my G-spot. I was wet, practically dripping. I could feel it.Hearit. “Come again, Meredith. Come for me.”

I wasn’t sure of the last time I felt so wound up and let loose at the same time. Maybe never. I scratched my fingernails over his shoulders, balling the material of his shirt up in my fists, but it only spurred him on, sucking harder, moving his fingers faster.

Heat pooled low inside, and my breath caught as my skin tightened, my muscles tensing. I was going to orgasm again. This one so much mightier than the first time.

“Yes,” Aiden murmured, “Yes, come on.”

I couldn’t speak, could barely gulp in air, and I spasmed, body coiled tight before releasing, but it wasn’t just tension that released, it was also spurts of liquid. I gasped, and shifted back as much as I could, both surprisingly high from my orgasm and stunned by the reaction of what my body had just done.

Aiden only wiped at his face, licked his lips, and offered me the cockiest smile I’d ever seen. “Ever do that before?”

I shook my head and blindly reached for something to cover myself, holding my T-shirt over my naked breasts and stomach.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I swallowed, unable to form any words on the come down from my orgasm and slight mortification.Never. I’d never, ever in my life, had an orgasm like that. And my best friend’s brother was the one to give it to me.

The same guy who was going out with another girl in a few hours.

Fuck me.

I scrambled to sit up, searching for my clothes on the floor, aware of how his couch was soaked. “I…uh…we need a towel or something.”

It took him a moment to get up, his eyes still wide and wondrous, a kid on Christmas morning, but he eventually retrieved his glasses, perched them on his nose, and stood, pivoting toward the hall. I didn’t hesitate to dress, and by the time he returned with a towel, I was looping at my purse over my shoulder, mumbling an apology.

“Hey, whoa, wait.” He snagged my wrist, tugging me into him. “Where’re you going?”

“To hell,” I muttered, earning a laugh, and he kissed my jaw and cheek.

“Stay. Let’s talk about it.”

“There’s nothing to talk about besides where the fuck you learned that,” I snapped, wiggling out of the loose hold he had on me.

“I read a book,” he said, like what he just did to me was no big deal. “She Comes First. Why? It wasn’t good?”

I huffed and rolled my eyes. “It was fucking amazing.”

“Oh. Good.” He nodded a few times and then arched his brow. “Is it usually not that good for you?”

“No.” I anxiously tugged at my hair until his gaze landed where I played with it, and I immediately let go.

“That’s unfortunate,” he said with a smug little grin. “They should read more books.”

This fucking guy. Cracking jokes.

“Aiden,” I whined, and he closed the short distance between us once again, his hand landing on my hip. “It’s not funny.”

All amusement wiped from his face. “You’re right. It’s not. Making you come like that is serious business.”

I pushed my hands against his deceptively hard chest, keeping him from kissing me because when his eyes locked on my lips I knew he would. I didn’t know if I had it in me to say no after what I knew he could do.

“I need to leave,” I said, and he shook his head.

“We didn’t eat yet.”

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