Page 28 of Spring Fling
Aiden stirred, rubbing his face into my chest as his sleepy brown eyes looked up at me through hooded lashes. Jesus fucking Christ, he was going to be the death of me. I wanted to push him back, shove his legs open, and sink inside of him again. We fooled around a little when we got back from the boat last night, giving each other sloppy hand jobs before passing out and going to sleep. We hadn’t fucked again, but damn did I want to.
“Morning, beautiful,” I mumbled before kissing the top of his head. Aiden curled around me, and I knew I needed to do something more to solidify whatever the fuck was happening here. There was no way we went back home and pretended that none of this had happened. I needed to keep him close. He was mine. All mine.
Those deep brown orbs blinked at me a few times before a bright smile spread across Aiden’s face and he lifted enough to slide up and place a kiss against my lips. And like every other time we’d come together like this, it didn’t stay innocent. Hands tangled in hair as things escalated until someone rolled on top of the other. In this situation, it was Aiden on top of me and, damn; I loved the feel of his body above mine.
We didn’t stop until we’d both come and were content to start the day. I’d never been the person who was happy to just grind against someone, but it was so damn sexy with him. It was quickly becoming my favorite thing.
When Aiden started getting dressed for the day, I snuck off to the bathroom, his small metal plug in hand. Two could play this game, and I was a lot better at it than he was. He thought he could handle a dinner wearing it, but I wanted to see how long it would take him to notice that I was wearing it.
Stretching my ass open while Aiden was on the other side of the door was torture. I wanted him to be the one to do it. Maybe once I’d worked up his confidence, he’d love it. As it was, my goal was to get the plug inside, not to get off again without him.
Once it was in place, I pulled my boxers up my legs and over my engorged cock. I frowned at it. The poor thing would just have to deal with things until later in the day. I had to hand it to Aiden for picking out a top-notch toy. It rubbed all the right places, and it was no wonder that he’d come in his pants that first night at dinner.
Aiden was sitting on the bed when I exited the bathroom. “I didn’t have any big plans for today. Did you want to do anything special?”
His whole fucking face lit up as he held up his camera. “Maybe head to the beach again. I have ideas for some photos I’d like to take of you. Maybe you can upload them to your page if all works out okay?” He sounded so damn unsure as he asked.
Fuck. Yeah. I could do that. And even with a plug shoved up my ass, it was doable. Especially if he wanted me to use them.
“Fuck, yeah. We can do that. I think there was a neat place over on the beach that I saw yesterday that was private enough if you wanted to help me take something extra sexy.”
He nodded, a grin spreading across his face. “You read my mind.”
I ended up changing into a smaller and more revealing pair of shorts. No one seemed to care when we walked out on the beach and maybe it helped that Aiden had a camera. People probably thought I was a model or something. In essence, I sort of was, but not in any kind of professional sense. At least Aiden hadn’t judged me for my choices and was supporting me.
We found a spot in a secluded outcropping of trees. From where we were, you couldn’t see the resort or other people on the beach. Aiden had me pose in all kinds of poses, smearing sand all over my skin, and damn, the photos would be fucking fire to upload to my page. If anything, the guy had a damn good eye.
Aiden looked around again, chewing at that plump bottom lip. “Do you think—do you think you can pull your shorts down in the front? Not all the way, just enough to show your pubes? Maybe the base of your dick a bit?”
A thrill raced through me at his suggestion. I was so used to having to do all of this on my own, but to have someone directing me? Holy fuck. Yeah, I liked that. I pushed the material down with one hand and used the other to play with one of my nipple piercings. I didn’t miss how Aiden’s breath caught as he snapped photo after photo. His pants strained in the front, attempting to contain the erection he wasn’t trying to hide.
What would he do if he knew I had his toy?
Without thinking about it, I turned, facing my ass to the camera and pulling the material of my shorts over the globes of my ass. He needed to figure it out sooner rather than later. My dick was dying, practically crying for him to know that I was wearing the damn plug.
I spread my cheeks, letting him see the flared base that sat against the pucker of my entrance. It was impossible to miss the curse that slipped past his lips or the sound of the camera hitting the sand. I’d be more worried had it not been such a soft landing.
“Joe? When the fuck did you do this?”
I chuckled, spreading open wider for him. “Mmm, as I was getting ready this morning. You didn’t even notice that I grabbed it.”
When I looked over my shoulder, Aiden had paused, looking around the beach again to make sure that no one could see us. “Shit. Joe. I—I don’t. Fuck. I want to. Can I?”
I knew what he was asking. To be fair, I was totally on board. If he wanted to fuck me, right here out in the open with whatever minimal lube was used to insert the plug, yeah, I was game. I liked the burn. Maybe that made me a kinky motherfucker, but I didn’t care.
Warmth spread over my back as Aiden sank down behind me. I kept waiting for his hands on me, but was startled when the click of his camera started up once more. He must have picked it up again.
“What do I do? We don’t have any supplies out here, but damn, Joe. This is so damn sexy.”
My breath hitched as Aiden pressed against the base of the plug, pressing it into me more firmly as the camera continued to snap picture after picture. I wanted to see them, wishing I’d had someone to work with before now. If I’d been making good money doing it all on my own, imagine what I could have been doing had someone been guiding me.
“There’s already some lube thanks to me inserting the toy, but if you’re really worried about it, you can always spit on it, get it extra wet.” Fuck, my voice was strained. I was desperate for him to touch me properly, pull the plug out, and replace it with his cock.
I needed Aiden Grant to fuck me stupid.
A hiss escaped me as Aiden pulled the toy free. The feeling of emptiness was always completely unwelcome. It wasn’t as if I had to wait for long before something warm dribbled over my crack and I looked over my shoulder to see a long strand of drool trailing from his lips. Holy fuck.
My dick lurched, trapped in the confines of my tiny ass shorts, while Aiden pushed his saliva inside with his thumb. The sound of the camera going off again kept me grounded in the situation. He was still taking pictures.
