Page 31 of Camera Chemistry
There’s something about the way he looks at me that makes me feel sexy in a way I never thought I was before. It’s like an aphrodisiac, a power radiating through me the longer he stares. I slide the sleeves of my dress down, and the material pools at my feet.
I unclasp my bra, freeing my breasts from the lace. Aiden’s stoic facade wavers. His throat bobs, and I hear a strangled sound. My fingers hook in the waistband of my underwear, sliding them over my thighs and calves until I’m totally naked in front of him. His eyes roam down my body, from my neck to my toes, taking his time with a thorough perusal.
“By day, you’re Maggie Houston. An extraordinary woman with a remarkable brain. Talented, nice as hell, and someone who puts others first. But tonight? Tonight, you’re going to be the filthy fucking girl who’s going to suck my cock, aren’t you? The one who’s going to let me fuck her from behind so I can appreciate her ass while I take care of her pussy. And you’re going to saythank youevery time. Now, get on your knees. Might as well get comfortable.”
It’s impossible to stop the moan hanging in my throat. It falls out, filling the room. I drop to the floor, my legs parting and my knees rubbing against the carpet. Need spreads down my spine like gasoline.
“I asked you a question,” Aiden says. The sultry tone is gone, replaced with a firm command. My neck snaps up to meet his gaze, the once hazel eyes nearly obsidian with desire. Goosebumps sprout on my arms even though the temperature around me is scorching.
“Yes,” I whisper. My throat is as dry and scratchy as sandpaper. “I am.”
How can he be so in tune with my thoughts after reading a quick list? How can he know exactly what I’m looking for—what I’vecravedfor years and finally allowed myself to voice, unabashedly acknowledging the things I so badly want to try?
He grins, a wicked smile stretching from either corner of his mouth. It’s so different from the kind, friendly ones from earlier. This is a man in charge, one I’d hand the keys over to willingly.
He’s going to wreck me, and I can’t wait.
“Good. Now crawl over here, sweetheart, so I can paint your throat with my cum. I’ve been dreaming about your lips around my cock since the first time you said my name.”
Degradation?Check. Full permission to use it going forward. My palms connect with the ground, and I start toward him. The shag of the carpet is welcomed, heightening my senses and making the journey far from humiliating. It’s invigorating.
Aiden watches my every move. He strokes himself quicker, using jerkier movements. When I reach his parted thighs, slotting between them, his hand drops to my cheek.
“Good job, Maggie. I’m so proud of you.”
I beam at the praise and rise up on my knees. “Thank you.”
His fingers run through my hair and gently guide me to his cock. My mouth opens, taking just the head first. Salty pre-cum coats my tongue, and I lick it up greedily. I’ve given exactly six blow jobs in my life, all when I was in my early twenties, but I’ve listened to enough of Lacey’s Tinder hookup stories to remember the mechanics.
“Don’t rush,” Aiden says. His grip tightens, pulling on my scalp. “I’m not in a hurry. I want this to feel good for you, too.”
I nod and hollow out my cheeks, bringing him deeper in my mouth. My tongue runs up the vein on the side of his length, and the groan I’m awarded tells me I’ve done the right thing. My right hand falls to the base of his shaft, joining the bob of my head to work in tandem.
I’m sloppy at first, trying to find a rhythm without hitting myself in the chin. After a few minutes it becomes easier, more familiar. I adjust my angle to see how far I can get him down my throat.
“There you go. Fucking perfect, Maggie. Are you wet right now?”
I pull off him with apop,drool hanging in the corner of my mouth. Aiden reaches forward and wipes it away with his thumb, a proud glint in his eye. “I’m drenched.”
“Sucking me off turns you on?”
I nod, torn on if I want to bring my fingers to my clit or to wrap them around his cock again. “I like seeing you…”
“Tell me,” he says hoarsely. “Please.”
“Powerless. Like I’m in control.”
“Youarein control. Whatever you say, goes. I’m fucking gone for you, and the only thing on my mind is making sure you enjoy tonight. We’ve got to be honest with each other, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I agree. “We do.”
“So touch yourself like I know you want to, and get your mouth back on me. I want you to take every inch of my cock.”
I spring into action, my right hand slipping between my legs, my left making a fist and stroking him again. He encourages me with his soft moans. The whispers of,yes, Maggie. So fucking good. His palm at the nape of my neck, fingers close to curling around my windpipe. I undo him slowly, the way he undid me on the counter, bringing him close as I chase my own high.
“Aiden,” I say, licking his shaft from the base to the tip. I cup his balls and he bucks his hips forward. “I want you to finish in my mouth.”
“Are you close?” he grunts out. “I can’t last much longer. Not when you’re swirling your tongue like a menacing goddess.”
