Page 24 of Tied and Tangled

“Please? I want to. I’ve wanted to.”

“Tied up?” he asked brusquely, and I nodded. I watched on pins and needles as he decided. “Okay,” he sounded slowly, his breathing picking up with every second. “If it’s too much, kick out your legs. Okay?”

“Okay,” I quickly agreed.

“Promise me, Aria.”

“I promise, Aiden,” I assured him, and he leaned in and pressed a kiss on my lips.

He hurried and moved over my body. Straddling my chest. I opened my mouth. I trusted he wouldn’t take it too far too hard. He wouldn’t hurt me. Aiden would never hurt me. Not purposely at least.

My mouth watered at his scent. Musky masculinity wafted into my nose as I parted my wet lips. My heart rate picked up as I watched him stroke himself. It was erotic. Sexy. Those big capable hands handling that very capable tool he carried around.

“Have you done this before Ari?” he asked. I shook my head. His nose flared at the knowledge of all the firsts I was giving him, and he jerked his head forward. “Okay, baby girl, we’re going to start easy. Just open your mouth, kiss the tip. Lick it a little.”

I did as he suggested, and I wished I hadn’t suggested he tie me up. I wanted to touch him, stroke him. Cup his balls with my hands as I took him a little deeper. But I couldn’t.

So, I licked him. My eyes widened at the soft velvety feel of him. I had touched him with my hands last night between rounds, but he had made it a point of making me the center of his attention. Now I was feeling him against my tongue. He was so much softer than I had expected. Steel wrapped up in satin.

I bushed my lips on the tip as I parted my mouth, taking in his thick crown. He made a deep animalistic sound, and I was about to pull away to ask if I had done something wrong when his hips started to move.

Slowly. His hands moved to the side of my hair as he looked down at me with so much adoration it made my eyes water. Emotion filled me, as did the surge of power at knowing I was making him feel good.

He gently fed me more and more of his dick. Little by little. Carefully. Like I knew he would.

Sweet and dirty words slipped past his mouth, only fueling my need to make him come. I wanted to taste his release, swallow it up. I could sense him losing his self-control. He told me to relax my throat and, happy as a clam, I did. He gave me more of his length, and even when I gagged and my eyes watered, I kept at it, keeping my legs calm. I didn’t want him to stop.

His hooded gaze was locked on mine as he pumped his hips, a little more erratic with every thrust. His jaw clenched, his muscles strained. He was so beautiful over me.

“Face or mouth?” he asked, and I didn’t have to say anything. He knew my answer as I sucked harder, hollowing in my cheeks.

“Fuck! Goddamn! Perfect. So fucking perfect, Aria baby. Shit! I’m going to come,” he warned through gritted teeth, but I didn’t stop. I wanted his taste.

“Aria!” he roared.

Loud and fierce. The sound of my name echoed against the walls as his cum went down my throat and I swallowed him up.

He was breathing hard as he pulled himself out of my mouth and rested on his haunches as he leaned over me.

“Holy fuck. Jesus. That was…” He swallowed hard as he tried to catch his breath. I smiled, and he was looking at me like he wasn’t sure I was real. Before I could tease him or say a word, Aiden kissed me.

Hard.

The taste of his release was still in my mouth, but he didn’t seem to mind. He undid my hands and rolled me over him. I was about to ask what he was doing, sure that he would be soft now that he had just came, but I felt his dick between my legs. Still hard. Wetness from my mouth and his release coated him. He shifted us into a sitting position and reached for the lights. I laughed.

We both did.

Giddy energy swirled around us as we wrapped ourselves in the lights, and by the time I was done riding him, the living room was dark. The only light was that tangled around us and the moonlight streaming in.

Getting lit up had never been more fun!

8

AIDEN

Waking up on the morning of my birthday, our birthday, with Aria in my arms felt like the best present ever.

“Morning,” she whispered with giddy energy that was infectious despite having just woken up.

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