Page 40 of Stuck With Mr. Frosty

“I held my mother’s hand while she died. At least, I thought she was, and then she took this horrible gasping breath and looked me in the eyes and told me she loved me.”

“Okay.” Aiden toys with the strings on my hips. “You win. You have the most tragic backstory, and I won’t try to compete with you for it again. I’m pretty sure I’m only going to lose.”

I laugh and run my fingers through his hair, pushing the damp strands back from his face as the snow keeps falling down around us. “If it makes you feel better, the next time we start to compete with tragic stories, I’ll let you win.”

He smirks, his gaze locked on mine. He tugs on the strings, the fabric dropping away from my body. He pulls it free and slings it onto the deck.

My nails trace patterns on his chest as I grind against his hardening cock. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I think both of us need to recover from our tragic backstories, and from what I hear, sex can be very healing. Especially when there’s someone as stunning as you riding my cock and begging to come.”

I arch a brow, fingers drifting over the pounding pulse in his neck. “Oh, you think I’m going to be begging for it, do you?”

“I know you’re going to be.” He lifts his hips and grinds into me. “We both know when it comes to riding me, you’re nothing but needy.”

Leaning in, I kiss him, our tongues tangling as he reaches for the strings behind my neck. Once the fabric is out of the way, he cups my breasts, pulling my nipples between his fingers until I’m writhing against him.

Heat floods between my thighs as I grind down on the bulge in his pants. He groans into the kiss, one hand sinking into my hair and pulling me closer.

When his teeth sink into my bottom lip, I moan a little louder. He pulls my nipple into a stiff peak, pulling on my hair at the same time to angle my head back. Both of us are gasping for breath.

His lips find my neck and he bites down on my pulse, flicking his tongue over the sting until it’s gone.

“What do you want?” He drags my earlobe between his teeth.

“You.” I hold on to his broad shoulders, rocking with him as he lifts his hips and drives up into me, his swim shorts still in the way.

Aiden smirks against my skin, kissing his way lower down my chest, flicking his tongue over my nipple. He teases it until I’m aching and desperate for him.

And then he switches to the other side, repeating the process. My inner walls clench tight, and if I don’t get to ride him soon, I think I’m going to go insane. I need to feel him buried deep inside me. I need his fingers on my clit, teasing me until I come.

“Sounds like you’re going to have to beg,” he says, his voice husky.

I bite down on another moan, his fingers dipping between my legs. He rolls my clit between his fingers before flattening them against it and sending waves of lust through my body.

“Please,” I say, breathless, as he lifts his hips and pulls off his shorts. “Please. I need you.”

He smirks and picks me up, turning around and setting me on the edge of the hot tub. The cold air is a harsh shock, but I don’t have long to think about it. Not when he gets on his knees in front of me, his mouth closing over my core.

His tongue flicks against the little bundle of nerves as I grip onto the side of the hot tub, trying to keep myself upright. His fingers press into my pussy, crooking against my inner walls and moving in time with his tongue.

He sucks hard on my clit, and I see stars as I come. His fingers keep thrusting, drawing out the pleasure until my legs stop shaking on either side of his shoulders.

And just when I think it’s over, his tongue keeps going, swirling around me like I’m the best dessert he’s ever had. I arch into him, and he hauls one of my legs over his shoulder, changing the angle so his fingers and tongue can work deeper into me.

Aiden nips my inner thigh before pulling back. “I want you on my cock now, but I don’t know if that’s what you want.”

His fingers drive deep into me, stretching my inner walls and making my entire body shake.

“Please. I need you right now. Please, just make me come.”

He chuckles and pulls me back to him, sinking down onto one of the seats while I straddle him. My legs brace either side of his thighs, and I sink down onto his cock.

Aiden’s fingers dig into my hips, and he sets the pace, guiding me up and down, sinking deeper into me each time. I pulse around him, nails raking against his skin while my back arches.

I come again when he leans forward and captures my mouth in a searing kiss. His cock throbs, and I clamp down hard around it. Aiden comes, his slow strokes eventually stopping, his arms banding around me tight.

Though I don’t know how the next couple of days will be, it’s hard to imagine that they’ll be any better than being in his arms and looking up at the snow and the stars.

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