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Before I can so much as utter a word, Aden is suddenly kneeling between my legs, pushing them apart. I lunge upwards to hug him, wanting to feel every part of his naked skin. He responds immediately. One of his arms is wrapped around me, pulling me down onto my back before his lips start to trail down my neck and to my nipples. He takes his time, sucking, twisting and grazing them with his teeth until they are sensitive and swollen.

His knees push my legs apart further. I can feel my cock stir again. Something about the demanding way Aden manhandles me, just turns me on so much. Aden draws back slightly, and before I can complain about the lack of contact, I can feel a slick finger pressed against my opening, pushing past the muscle inside me.

I gasp.

“Too fast?”

“No, not at all!”

Aden adds a second finger, stretching me more. I have had sex partners before, but it never felt like this. Maybe because I am crushing hard on this guy. I have never fallen in love with someone before, and somehow, the knowledge that I am falling for Aden makes me both anxious and excited.

Three fingers deep in me, Aden pushes them as far inside as he can, until a sizzling feeling runs through me, my cock stirring at the sensation. “Here,” I moan. “Fuck that’s good.”

“You are so beautiful, Noel,” Aden says, his voice hoarse and his eyes dazed. “If only you could see yourself like that.”

“Now imagine how I’d look with your cock inside me.”

Aden doesn’t answer, instead he removes his fingers, and—

Oh fuckaluck! He plunges into me in one go, his cock so deep inside me, it takes my breath away and feels amazing. With every snap of his hips, a moan leaves my mouth. I am sure I sound obscene, but Aden doesn’t seem to mind. It actually seems like my moans spur him on further. One of his hands is on the back of my head suddenly, before he pulls me upwards into a heated kiss.

Finally, his hair doesn’t look as neat as before, and it makes him look so hot, as does the heated look in his eyes. I know he is a perfectionist and a very serious man, so seeing him so open makes my stomach do backflips. I cling to his neck, relishing in the feeling of his cock being thrust into me over and over again, so deep inside. Aden’s fingers wrap around my hard cock. It’s like I can feel him all around me now.

Aden’s lips move to my ear. “Don’t hold back, babe.”

He fucking called me an endearment. No one has ever done that! I feel my walls around Aden’s cock tightening, my cock pulsating in his hands while I chase my second orgasm of the night. Aden thrusts into me a couple of more times before I can feel his body tense up.

Aden doesn’t pull out of me immediately, and it feels so good to be filled up by him. “Thank you,” he says. “That was amazing.”

I rub my eyes, contentedly exhausted. “I should be the one to thank you.”

Aden carefully pulls out of me and gets rid of his condom. I can hear him shuffling around a little before I am suddenly in hisarms again. I am sweaty and gross, yet he doesn’t seem to mind. “You are nothing like I expected,” I mutter against his chest.

His fingers brush through my hair and stop for a moment. “Is that good or bad?”

“It’s great!”

fourteen

*NOEL*

Iam not sure how long I slept, but it’s still dark when I wake up. Aden has his arm draped around me, his eyes still closed, and his chest heaving slightly. He is still asleep, and even in his sleep, he looks so handsome. Something about waking up next to him makes my head spin. I have never done that before, or rather, no guy ever wanted it with me.

It’s so intimate. Maybe more so than having him fuck me. With the realization comes the usual sinking feeling in my stomach. I am getting used to this. Too soon, too fast. It’s not even a week since I started dating Aden, though even calling itdatingmight be too much, and I am alreadywaytoo attached to this guy.

This wasn’t supposed to happen! I am not supposed to fall head over heels for someone I barely know. It’s just going to get my heart broken.

Aden stirs slightly. “You are awake,” he mumbles while sitting up and gazing at his watch. “It’s 3 a.m.”

I wonder if I should tell him that I just feel too anxious to sleep, but that would make everything more awkward. “I feel sticky,” I lie.

Aden touches my arm softly. “Feel free to use the bathroom. It’s the door on the right at the end of the corridor.”

At least this gives me the option to remove myself from this intimate situation and my own vulnerability, and get my thoughts straight. A shower will warm me up and distract me a little. Aden looks at me for a while, his gaze thoughtful. He is pretty much like his usual self. The composed man who looks in control of every situation. He isn’t exactly stoic, but very level-headed, very much in control of his emotions, and so fucking hard to read.

It seems like he wants to say something, but then just smiles at me. “You can find the towels in the cupboard in the bathroom. And there is a set of sweatpants and a sweater there, too. Take whatever you need.”

I wonder what he truly wanted to say.