Page 93 of Winning the Nightcap

“Good girl. Now lie all the way down and relax for me. I’m going to take care of you.”

I feel Aiden pull away and I settle onto the mattress, the toy pressing against my already swollen clit, turning my head to the side and resting my cheek on top of my hands. I peek back over my shoulder to see Aiden staring at my ass as he drops his athletic pants to the ground. He stalks toward me and catches my eye before crawling back onto the bed. His smirk makes desire flare low in my stomach as he grabs my ass cheeks firmly and massages them for a quick second before pulling his hand back and spanking me.

Caught off guard, I gasp and then moan as the sting dissipates. The smack of his hand forces my clit to press against the toy between my thighs and the unexpected pressure makes me even wetter. I couldn’t stop myself from crying out even though I saw it coming. I don’t think I’ve ever been this aroused in my life.

Aiden chuckles. “Off to a great start here, Bec.” He snakes his hand around my hip to find the toy beneath me, and he turns it on the lowest setting.

“Oh fuck,” I pant. He isn’t even in me, and I’m already soaking.

I feel Aiden’s hard length press against my entrance and barely enter me. He pulses the tip of his cock in and out several times, and it’s torture. I want him to fill me. I want to be so full of him I can’t breathe. I want him to drive into me again and again until I fall apart.

“You feel incredible. You’re drenching me, baby, and we haven’t even started. Fuck,” he growls.

He finally thrusts farther and farther into me until I can feel his hips hitting flush with my backside. Aiden has one hand pressed into the mattress holding his weight and the other grips me where my neck meets my shoulder, his fingers on my collarbone keeping me steady as he drills into me with more force. With each push, my clit rubs against the vibrator and I’m coming undone from the competing sensations. I can’t keep quiet, so I don’t stand a chance of doing so when his hand leaves my neck and delivers the second slap against my ass cheek.

I’m moaning, gasping. Holy fuck.

“You know, I think I’m winning this game,” Aiden says, his voice rough as he continues to drive all the way into me without slowing his pace.

He reaches around my side again to turn the vibrator up to the next setting. We’re both losing control now, driven by need. He’s thrusting into me forcefully and I’m alternating between pushing my ass back into him and riding my vibrator. We’re both hungry for each other, chasing release.

“Aiden, I can’t…I’m going to…”

“Not yet, Bec. I’m not done with you.” He pulls out of me and tugs my hips into the air before he presses his face to my center and licks me up the middle.

He laps at my slit and I press back against him, moaning loudly, seeking pressure against my clit, which he delivers. When my orgasm runs hot from my center out over my limbs, I feel a sharp smack against my ass cheek again. The scream that leaves my throat sounds feral and I can’t help the way my body thrashes against him.

Aiden grips my hips as my orgasm fades and presses me right back down onto my vibrator. The stimulation is almost too much. Before I can process what’s happening, his cock is pounding into me, driving my clit against the toy, sending me barreling into another orgasm.

“Bec, you’re gripping me so fucking tight. Fuck.” I feel hismovements falter and stagger unevenly while he pulses into me.

“Gonna come.Shit. Gonna fill you up while I watch your perfect ass ride this vibrator. Give me another one. I want one more, Bec.” He manages to turn the toy to the next setting and this one pulses in a staccato rhythm, setting me off again, clenching around him while I fall apart.

I hear Aiden’s breathing catch as his movements still, pumping his release into me, doing what he promised and filling me. When he’s finished, I lie breathless and reach down to turn off my vibrator, the aftershocks of my orgasms making the sensation too much to handle any longer.

I feel Aiden relax along my back, offset to my side so he doesn’t crush me with his weight. He’s breathing hard into my shoulder between light kisses on my back.

“I think I like your books, babe,” he says.

“I think I have a newfound appreciation for them too,” I reply, laughing.

How lucky can a girl get?

Chapter Fifty-Five

Aiden

Ican’t keep them straight. The nurse has been explaining Mom’s medication changes to me and Evie for the last ten minutes, but I can’t breathe around the knot in my throat, let alone remember any of the goddamn names.

“We’re hoping to see some improvement with the changes, but it’ll be some time before we can tell if they’re having the desired effect,” she explains patiently. Evie nods along attentively as she listens to the potential side effects of the drugs they’re introducing. There’s more talk of treatment plans and expected outcomes. Likelihoods, goals, and timeframes. I hope like hell Eves is absorbing the information better than I am.

“Anything else we should know?” Evie asks, a slight tremble to her voice.

“Not right now. The staff will continue to monitor her and let you know if we continue to see an increase in her symptoms or any reaction to the new meds. We’re here anytime you want to call with questions.” The young nurse looks sympathetic, and her tone is compassionate. But it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t make any of this easier to hear.

It’s not her fault that her patient isn’t doing well. And it’s not herfault that the patient is my mother. All I can do is fucking sit here and listen to how this attempt to slow the latest bout of symptoms could go wrong or not help at all.

I can feel my pulse in my temple, and I let out a deep breath while stretching my back over the back of my chair, as if moving can somehow expel the anxiety out of my body and get the weight off my lungs.

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