Page 156 of Between the Lines

It feels scary. My toes are pointed, calves tense. But I also feel good. Better and better, like for every minute I relax, more desire sneaks into my veins.

“You’re so pretty,” Aiden murmurs. He kisses my inner thigh and looks up at me, giving me a break from the pressure. “Status?”

I smile faintly. “I’m enjoying myself. It feels good.”

“What do you like the most?”

“When you sucked on… my clit.”

A smile flashes across his face, and he nods. “Okay. Noted.”

He bends his neck again and closes his lips fully around my clit. A jolt of energy surges through me, and I moan despite myself. He chuckles, and the reverberations make the same thing happen again.

Oh.

With my fingers tugging on his hair, I just surrender to the feeling of his lips on me. He’s so good at using his tongue, the addition of his hands, the vibrator at the same time as he suckles on my clit…

And he’s told me he enjoys this. He’s licking so steadily between my legs that I know it’s the truth, too. There’s no obligation in the way Aiden touches me.

The sensations are deliciously nice for a long time, and then I’m suddenly on fire. I’m so close to coming that I even surprise myself.

“Aiden,” I pant. My grip on his hair tightens. “I’m not sure, but I think?—”

He flicks his tongue back and forth over my clit, and the orgasm consumes me. It forces me to arch off the bed, and I clamp my thighs hard on either side of his head.

Aiden doesn’t stop touching me throughout the whole thing. His tongue softens, the press of his lips turns to kisses, but he doesn’t stop.

I lie, wrung-out and limp, with Aiden Hartman feathering lazy kisses between my legs. A shiver races through me when he touches a particularly sensitive spot.

“Perfection,” he murmurs, kissing my folds again. “You’re so good, Chaos… so sweet.” He lifts himself onto his elbow. “And you thought there was something wrong with you.”

I smile at him. “Let’s never go back to the city.”

“We can stay here for tonight.” He kisses my thigh, his eyes still on mine. “And I can do this again.”

Much later, I’m lying in his arms in the large guest bed. His hand strokes up and down my back, his touch slow and sweeping. I feel pleasure-drunk, tired, and happy.

“So, you weren’t here that often?”

“After the age of seventeen, no.” His left hand is on my thigh, moving up and down. Warm and big. “Summer vacations, sometimes. Winter breaks. Holidays.”

“Did you miss coming here?”

“Sometimes.” His voice is a bit raspy, his eyelids low. “But my parents fought a lot. They were really good at it. Either fighting or being so icy you couldn’t be in the same room as them. This place wasn’t always so fun.”

“I’m sorry your parents weren’t… better.”

“Yeah. So am I. My mother isn’t a bad person, she’s just mindless sometimes. You know? Neglectful. She focused on other things than her kids.”

“She moved away after the scandal.”

“Sure did,” he says. “Mandy and I are the only ones who’ve stayed in the city. Even Dad isn’t in it anymore.” Aiden chuckles, a dry sound. “He always used to talk shit about Fresno and now it’s his home. There’s some irony in that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry for me, Chaos,” Aiden says. He bends forward and catches my mouth with his. We’ve been trading so many kisses today that my lips feel swollen, and I’m in no way ready for it to stop. “I have everything I want right now.”

I want to drown in him.

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