Page 120 of Ramshackle
It’s all the response I need.
We don’t do well with words between us. But this kiss.
It’s everything.
I lean into it, my hands running over his chest. He flips us over, his body covering mine so he can deepen the kiss and free his hand to outline my body.
Our kiss ends, but he doesn’t give much room for oxygen between us as his lips brush over mine. “Does that answer your question?”
I give him a small smile. “I don’t think I heard it well enough.”
His mouth crashes back onto mine. There’s nothing sweet about his kiss. It’s filled with hot demand for me to give him everything and more. Like he can’t get enough, but he’s determined to try anyway.
Aiden slips his hand between my legs, and he withdraws to look at me. “Was this from before I woke up or now?”
“What?” Oh. I’d hardly touched myself before I realized he was in the bed with me, and I stopped. But I won’t lie that my thirsty cunt woke up preheated. “Both.” He frowns, and I switch my answer. “Now. It doesn’t matter as long as we can fuck right now.”
He removes his boxers and then guides my leg up against his shoulder, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance.
Immediately, I attempt to wiggle down the bed to encourage him inside, but he collars my throat and pins me. I gasp, foolishly expelling air in my surprise.
Aiden grabs the base of his dick and teases along my folds, spreading my arousal over himself while driving me crazy when I can’t rub against him. Then he holds himself at my core, pushing just enough that my desire skyrockets.
I release a whimper, pinned as I am, while he holds me at the precipice of something I’ve been primed for since last night.
He, on the other hand, is in complete control as he watches me from above. Or so it appears at first glance. But when I look into his eyes, they’re simmering with heat.
“There’s no need for you to touch yourself like that anymore. This pussy? It’s mine. You wanted me; this is what it means to have me. If I find out you’ve gotten yourself off or even played with my pretty little cunt, I’ll punish you.”
Before I can react, he slowly…graduallypushes himself inside. It’s so deliberate, so controlled, that I swear I can feel every ridge, every inch of his hard cock.
The moan he draws out of me is obscene.
“Good girl. You’re going to take every inch of me, aren’t you?”
I don’t have much freedom of movement in the position he has me in, but I shift my hips as much as I’m able to encourage himdeeper, even though I’m pretty sure my cunt’s running out of room.
He hilts himself, and I breathe a sigh of relief. And tell myself that it’s deeper at this angle.
“Your body fits me so well. So perfect,” he praises. And coming fromhim, I feel lighter than air.
Aiden begins to move, but he’s not rushed. He takes his time to draw himself to his tip before sinking back into me. Like he’s just as obsessed with feeling every bit of me as I am with him.
He palms my breast with his other hand, then licks his fingers and teases the nipple. He strums and circles it, and when he pinches and tugs on it, I gasp at the current of need that ripples through me.
His pace intensifies, and all I can do is hold on when he drives into me again and again. He fucks me at a furious speed. All the leisurely sex is out the window as if something in him has snapped. I cling to the bedding. To his arm. But through his intention or because of the increased haste, his hand has closed tighter over my neck, and all my oxygen has been cut off.
Aiden barely touches my clit, and it’s over.
My pussy clamps down on him over and over, and my back bows as pleasure rips through me. He slams inside one last time, his body shuddering above me before he releases my neck, and air fills my lungs. My orgasm leaves me with a warm buzz under my skin. I drop my hands to the bed and stare at him with a contented smile.
He helps my leg back to the bed, keeping himself sheathed when he leans down to kiss me one more time. “I don’t know if I have it in me to share you,” he murmurs, leaving me speechless as I realize what he’s saying.
Is he just talking about me masturbating, or the others? Kellan. Jackson. Maybe even Dane.
Aiden eases back and leaves, giving me another few seconds to go over what the fuck I’m supposed to say to that before he returns with a warm washcloth. He wipes me down first and then moves on to himself.
I know he’s not wrong. I shouldn’t ask them to share. That’s not fair of me.
