Page 29 of Price of Victory
His mouth began a slow journey down my body, pressing kisses to my chest, my ribs, the sensitive skin of my stomach. Each touch felt deliberate, purposeful, like he was claiming every inch of me. When his tongue dipped into my belly button, I jerked beneath him, and he chuckled softly.
“Easy,” he murmured, his hands settling on my hips to hold me still. “We have all night.”
But I was already losing my mind, already desperate for more of his touch. When his fingers found the waistband of my shorts, I lifted my hips without being asked, helping him slide them down and off. The cool air against my heated skin made me shiver, but Aiden’s hands were there immediately, warm and reassuring.
“Look at you,” he breathed, and the raw appreciation in his voice made me feel powerful and vulnerable all at once. “Perfect. You’re absolutely perfect.”
In reply, my dick throbbed embarrassingly, making him chuckle softly.
He settled between my legs, and the sight of him there, his dark hair falling across his forehead as he looked up at me, was almost too much to bear. When he pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, I thought I might come apart completely.
“Aiden,” I managed to choke out, my voice barely recognizable. “I can’t…this is…”
“I know exactly what this is,” he said, his eyes meeting mine. There was something fierce and possessive in his gaze, but also tender. “Let me take care of you, Rhett. Let me show you how good this can be.”
When his mouth finally,finallyfound where I needed him most, I saw stars. Actually saw them, bright bursts of light behind my closed eyelids as pleasure crashed over me in waves. He was skilled, devastatingly so, using his tongue and lips and the gentle edge of his teeth to drive me toward madness.
“You taste incredible,” he murmured against me, the vibration of his voice sending shock waves through my system. “Even better than I imagined, and I’ve imagined this so many times.”
I was trembling, my hands fisted in the sheets as I tried to ground myself. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire, every touch sending electricity racing through my veins. When he didsomething particularly interesting with his tongue, I couldn’t stop the broken cry that tore from my throat.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice rough with his own arousal. “Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.”
He was relentless but never rough, strategic in the way he built me up, reading my body like sheet music he’d been studying for years. When I got close to the edge, he would ease back, kissing my thighs, my hip bones, anywhere but where I needed him most, until I was writhing beneath him, desperate for the climax.
“Please,” I finally gasped, beyond caring how desperate I sounded. “Aiden, please, I need…”
“What do you need?” he asked, lifting his head to look at me. His lips were swollen and slick, and the sight sent another jolt of arousal through me. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I whispered, the word torn from somewhere deep in my chest. “I want you. I need you to…”
But I couldn’t finish the sentence because he was back to work, taking me into his mouth with a hunger that stole my breath. This time, he didn’t ease back, didn’t make me wait. He worked me with single-minded determination, one hand splayed across my stomach to hold me down, the other hand stroking his cock, his mouth wrapped so tightly around my hard cock.
I shattered. Completely, utterly, with a force that left me gasping his name. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, waves of it crashing over me until I was boneless and shaking beneath him.
He worked me through it, gentle now, until I was too sensitive to handle any more contact. When he finally lifted his head, I was breathing hard, my vision still spotty from the intensity of it.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathed when I could finally speak again.
Aiden worked his cock harder, his shoulders trembling, his bicep curling, and his fist shaking mercilessly until hot cum splattered over my thighs. His lips were shiny with saliva and cum and his eyes glassy with the pleasure of the orgasm.
He crawled back up my body, settling beside me and pulling me against his chest. I could feel his heart racing, could feel the evidence of his own arousal pressed against my hip, hard and insistent.
“That was…” I started, then trailed off because there weren’t words for what had just happened between us.
“I know,” he whispered, his fingers stroking through my hair. “I know.”
We lay there in the golden lamplight, skin to skin, and I felt something fundamental shift between us. This wasn’t just sex; it wasn’t just a physical release. This was a connection.
Whatever happened next, whatever complications arose from this moment, I knew I would never be the same. He had marked me, claimed me, in ways that went far deeper than skin.
And for the first time in my life, I wasn’t afraid of belonging to someone else.
Afterward, we lay tangled together in my narrow dorm bed, both of us breathing hard and trying to process what had just happened. Aiden’s arm was around me, holding me against his chest, and I could feel his heart gradually slowing to a normal rhythm.
I lifted my head to look at him, taking in his disheveled hair and the satisfied expression on his face. He looked different somehow, less like the polished performer I was used to and more like the person I’d glimpsed during our late-night conversation.
“So what now?” I asked.
