Page 15 of Liberating Love

I shake my head with a smirk.

He inhales, letting his head fall back against the door. “Fuck.” When he tilts his face toward me, the fire in his eyes is blazing, this time it’s not anger—or maybe it’s that, too—but there’s want and need.Yeah, that I can work with.

6

Aiden

All day long, I thought that maybe I was imagining it, that Delaney hadn’t been sneaking glances at me, that maybe it hadn’t been lust in his eyes when he watched me carrying in boxes and furniture. But now that he’s staring right at me with those gorgeous green eyes and a sexy smirk on his face, I know I didn’t imagine it at all. He wants me. Maybe as badly as I want him.

All of the reasons we shouldn’t do this run through my head; he’s at least twenty years older than me, he’s my friends’ father, I have to see him regularly, I’ll have to keep it a secret because I sure as hell can’t tell anyone. Not to mention that I’m a police officer and he’s an ex-convict— just another reason to hide this. Really though, do I need any other reason besides him being Jameson and Jovany’s dad?

But then Delaney presses his body against me and covers my mouth with his and all those reasons melt away. He’s not Jameson’s dad right now, he’s Delaney—Old Man—the guy who took me out of my head when I needed it the most, the guy who gave me one of the best nights of my life.

When his tongue brushes against mine, all thoughts fly out the window altogether because I swear it’s like sparks fly between us. I reach for his waist, but he catches my hands and pulls them above my head as he grinds his hips against me, and I’m instantly hard. As he holds my hands up with one of his, he uses his free one to trail his fingertips down my arm, down my side, then slips them under the bottom of my shirt, all the while, devouring my mouth with a passion I match.

His mouth trails across my jaw, then nibbles down my neck as he scoots back and his fingers brush along the waistband of my workout pants. A gasp falls from my lips as shivers wrack my body, and I writhe there, trying to rut against him, but his hips are too far away.

Delaney smiles and hums. “What do you want, Freckles?” When I don’t answer, he brushes his hand up under my shirt, flicking my nipple and making me groan before he says, “Tell me what you want me to do to you, Aiden.” This time it’s the use of my name that makes me shiver. It’s almost too intimate.

“Anything you want,” I say breathlessly.

He smirks and presses his body against mine again, finally letting me push my hard cock against his thigh. Then he leans in and bites my earlobe, gently tugging as his hot breath tickles my skin. “Anything?” He bites into my neck. “You sure about that?”

I groan as I rub against his leg and his tongue flicks along my skin, and I mutter, “I trust you.”

He freezes and pulls away a little—an embarrassing whimper falls from my lips—and when I open my eyes, he’s staring at me with an expression I can’t decipher. Before I can complain about him being too far away from me, his mouth crashes into mine, devouring me so thoroughly I whimper again, and if it weren’t for his body holding me up, I’d probably melt into a puddle on the floor.

He releases my hands, but only so he can yank my shirt over my head before taking off his and throwing them down, then he grabs my hands again and pulls them back over my head, holding them with one hand. As he kisses and bites his way down my chest, he pauses to look me in the eye, squeeze my hands, and say, “Keep them here.”

He doesn’t move again until I nod, and then he walks over to the counter and I ask, “What are you doing?”

With a grin, he grabs his wallet and pulls out a condom and packet of lube, then stalks back over to me, looking like a damn lion about to attack its prey. He drops the items on the ground and runs his hands up and down my chest as he brushes another kiss across my lips.

Then he’s kneeling in front of me and pulling down my pants and boxers. As soon as I kick them to the side, Delaney licks the precum off my tip. That’s the only warning I get before he engulfs my cock, swallowing around it.

I cry out as sparks of pleasure shoot through me, and he sucks and licks me for all he’s worth.Fuck, I’m gonna come too soon.When Delaney adds a lubed-up finger to my hole, pressing it inside, I yell out again, burying my hand in his hair.

But suddenly, his mouth and hands are gone, and I turn confused, lust-filled eyes on him. He’s still kneeling in front of me, but he’s not touching me anymore, and another whimper escapes me. Something softens in his gaze, but he still says, “Hands.”

It takes me way too long to figure out what the hell he’s talking about, and when I do, I glare at him, making him chuckle. Still, I lift my hands back above my head, then cry out again when he sucks me into his mouth and adds two fingers to my entrance.

In only a few minutes, I nudge Delaney with my knee and say, “Too close,” although it sounds more like a moan.

Somehow he understands me because he pulls off and way too fucking slowly starts kissing and licking up my stomach. He groans. “I want to lick every one of your freckles.”

That breaks through my lust haze a little and I snort. “That’ll take you years.” I have a lot of freaking freckles.

He grins up at me, swiping his tongue under my belly button. “I know.” He bites above my hip and I suck in a breath, making his grin grow. “You like that, huh?” He does it again and my eyes slam shut for only a split-second before I realize I like watching him.

Slowly, he makes his way up my body with that grin in place, and it’s difficult as hell not to reach out and grab him. By the time he’s fully standing, I’m a trembling, needy mess.

Delaney stares into my eyes and slowly runs his fingertips up my sides and all the way up my arms, then laces our fingers together as he covers my mouth with his. I squeeze his hands tight and kiss him like I’m a dying man and he’s my last breath.

As he loosens one of his hands from mine, I groan at the loss, but he mutters, “I’ve got you, Freckles,” then breaks our kiss and steps back to take off his pants and put on the condom. He flips me around with a smile and presses open-mouthed kisses to the back of my neck as he lines himself up.

As he presses inside, I push back, my body still trembling with need. It only takes a minute until his hips are flat against my ass and his hands are laced with mine above my head yet again. After I adjust, I move my hips, and Delaney doesn’t wait for another cue. He eases out, then presses in slowly a few times, both of us moaning, and then he’s pounding into me so hard I have to brace myself against the door with our combined hands.

When he shifts his stance a little and pegs my prostate over and over, I breathe out, “Oh fuck.” I want to touch myself, but he’s got a firm grip on my hands and I’m so damn close I’m gonna burst any second. “Fuck, Delaney…” The rest of what I’m going to say comes out in an unintelligible moan because my orgasm hits me, cum shooting in spurts all over his door. A loud shout fills the air, and I know he’s coming too, but I can’t focus on anything because my body is filled with euphoria, shocks still shooting through me.

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