Page 111 of Collide
“In,” I say breathlessly. “You’re in,”
“Good answer.”
My pulse drops like a weight between my legs, and I wonder how much longer I can stand. As if he’s reading my mind, or maybe just my body, one of his hands slides to my waist, searing my skin through my dress as he lifts me off the floor. His mouth covers mine, and he breaks me open with hungry, desperate kisses.
My dress rides all the way up, my back hits the cold tiled wall and his hard body spreads my legs open.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he whispers, nuzzling my neck.
He didn’t miss this. He missedme. The small detail wrenches my heart. Aiden pulls the straps of my dress and bra down, baring me to him. He kisses me everywhere,pressing the flat of his tongue along my skin. He nips, licks, and sucks my nipples until they’re impossibly hard in his mouth.
“I’m hoping you wore this dress for me,” he murmurs.
“I didn’t even know you’d be here.”
His lips glide along my buzzing skin. “We both know I’m the only one taking it off.”
“I don’t know,” I pant. “That guy at the bar was pretty close.” I’m not sure why I’m trying to incite him, but I can’t help myself.
“Hmm, how close?” He yanks up my dress.
“Judging by how his lap felt—Ah!”
He interrupts me with a pinch to my clit. “You’re going to get fucked hard for that.” The clanking his belt might as well be a singing church choir with how close I feel to heaven.
“Just to be clear,” he yanks my panties to the side. Cool air brushes over my exposed skin, but the heat of his gaze warms my core. “The only one filling you up is me.” He presses the head of his length along my wet core, and I shudder, every muscle in my body contracting. “The only name you’re screaming is mine—”
“Screaming is a bit of a hyperbole,” I interrupt.
“—and the only lap you’ll be sitting on is this one.” He looks down to where our hips meet and without warning, thrusts so deeply inside me, a scream rips from my throat.
“Hyperbole, my ass.” I try not to bite the hand that covers my mouth when he thrusts in again with too much force, causing too much pleasure. The firmness of his hold sends my heart aflutter.
“You love it, don’t you?” His stormy eyes lock on mine. “You love when my eyes are on you while I fuck you.”
I nod, just as he hits a spot so deep my eyes roll backwards, and his soft moans light up my body.
“You’re making a fucking mess, baby, dripping all over my cock.” He’s so deep, only our filthy noises soak the washroom air. “Did you miss me, Summer? Miss feeling me buried inside this tight little pussy?”
Too far gone to answer, I kiss him. But he fists my hair to pull me away so our foreheads touch, making me watch where we’re connected. He brings his thumb to rub over me, and my head falls back, grazing the tiled wall.
“Watch me, Summer. Look at what you do to me.”
I whimper, and Aiden grips the underside of my thighs and edges them back to my stomach. My calves touch the backs of his hands when he lifts them higher. The display of strength must be unintentional, but it gets me wetter than ever. I drop my head in the crook of his neck when he thrusts into me.
“Please don’t stop.” I bite down to keep from screaming.
“I won’t.” The slapping of skin echoes around us, and I squeeze, feeling my orgasm build to the point of no return. “Show me how much you like it, baby. Come on my cock.”
I come so hard I feel like I’m floating. Aiden’s strong arms hold me up, and I’m astonished how he still has strength. Then with a low guttural moan, he finishes inside me.
The click of my heels against the tiles is the only sound I can hear over my heavy breathing. I lean against the wall, watching him clean himself off and zip his pants. Then he grabs a paper towel and crouches to clean the wetness dripping down my thigh.
When he brushes over my sensitive core, I flinch, and his touch gentles. He moves my panties back in place before tossing the paper. When he grabs my face to pull me high on my tiptoes for a kiss, I feel it between my legs. As if what he just did to me wasn’t enough, I need him again.
“When you’re too sore to walk tomorrow, remember that only I can give you this. Bar guy wouldn’t stand a chance with your needy pussy.”
Every sound is heightened, and my pulse is pounding as we look at each other. “W-what happened to exploring my options?”
