Page 64 of On the Rocks

“Yes.”

“I can’t hear you…”

“Yes,” I moaned as he ran his tongue through my slit, flicking deliberately hard against my clit. He alternated his movements, flicking and sucking and rubbing circles against me until pleasure erupted in my belly, the sensation shooting out down my limbs and filling my head with nothing but fuzzy bliss. My body jerked, riding out the aftershocks of the orgasm.

“How was that?” he asked as I came down from the high.

“You have to ask?”

“It’s all coming back to me, like?—”

“Do not make any kind of bike metaphor.”

“Like throwing a touchdown?”

“I’ll allow it,” I said, tugging gently on his hair, forcing him to crawl back up my body. I kissed him, tasting myself on his lips. I couldn’t help noticing how it felt familiar and strange all at once. Aiden had been a good lover in high school, attentive and sweet, always making sure I was enthusiastically ready. Once we got through the typical awkward virginity stuff, the sex had been goofy and fun, both of us trying to figure out how things worked. But it had mostly been about discovery, about the thrill of doing something new. Now we were older, both of us more experienced. I didn’t really want to think about just how experienced Aiden probably was—especially compared to my own meager track record of fifteen years of Levi, plus a coupleof flings over the past year—but I was happy enough to reap the rewards of everything Aiden had learned. I really hoped he knew how to use his cock as effectively as his tongue.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, the words hot against my ear.

“You,” I said. “Inside me.” He shifted off me for a moment, reaching into a drawer in the nightstand. There was the crinkle of a wrapper as he opened a condom, rolling it onto his cock. When he was done, he kissed me gently, parting my thighs as he did. “Fuck me, Aiden.” I groaned as the tip of his cock rubbed against my too-sensitive clit. I was overwhelmed and at the same time desperate for him again. I needed him to deal with the throbbing ache inside me. “God, please. Please.”

He lined up at my entrance and seated himself in one go. I was so wet the stretch was exactly what I needed—but I could already tell I was going to be sore tomorrow. I closed my eyes, basking in the feel of being connected like this again.

“You okay?”

I nodded as I rolled my hips and bit my bottom lip, silently begging for him to move.

He did, slowly at first, pulling out a bit before sliding back in, watching me the entire time, studying me like I was the only woman in the world.

“Mmm, yes,” I said.

“You feel so good,” he whispered into my hair.

Our bodies moved together naturally. Every touch, every kiss, felt so perfect, so richly satisfying that I could barely remember to breathe. I quickly lost myself to the sensations, to the way Aiden’s body pressed against mine, to the way his hands curledover my shoulders, giving him leverage to drive himself deeper. Tension coiled inside me again, fanning the flames of that delicious ache.

“Fuck,” I hissed as he slammed into me, his pace quickening as his thrusts turned desperate. “Fuck, fuck,fuck.”

His hips jerked out of time, and he groaned loudly before reaching between us to rub at my clit. It was enough to drive me over the edge for a second time, the orgasm overwhelming. Pleasure coursed in waves, leaving me breathless and trembling.

I didn’t think my legs would ever stop shaking.

I could feel Aiden’s heart racing as he cradled me in the aftermath, our bodies entwined, nothing but our breathing to fill the silence. Contentment and exhaustion washed over me in equal measure. I’d never felt safer, and I wanted to savor the closeness—the steady rise and fall of his chest against me—for however long it lasted.

“As good as you remembered?” Aiden asked, his gaze soft, perhaps filled with the same emotions I was feeling. The ones that made my heart swell.

I chuckled, pressing a kiss to the middle of his chest. It wassomuch better, but I couldn’t stop myself from teasing him. “I feel like you had more stamina in high school.”

He rolled me over so quickly I yelped. “Take that back. My performance has done nothing but improve.”

“To be determined. I need more data.”

“If that’s your subtle way of asking for a round two,” Aiden said, wiggling his eyebrows at me, “then hell yes.”

18

AIDEN

“Stay the night,” I whispered, wanting to preserve this moment, the one with Cora wrapped up in my arms, for as long as possible. I couldn’t believe how right this felt, how easy it was. Maybe I was too hopped up on good sex hormones to think straight, but being here with Cora felt like coming home to find something I’d been missing without realizing it.

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