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Story: Hold Me
“I didn’t remember you hung the blue painting in the bedroom,” I say, peeking into the living room again.
“I recently put it there.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t want anyone else to see it but me. It’s too beautiful.”
How can he say these things and not be embarrassed? “Does that mean that every time I stay over, I have to look at myself when you fuck me?”
Aden snorts. He puts his notebook aside and rests his chin against his hand. His gaze pierces me now. “Who knows? Maybe it’s going to entertain me on nights you aren’t here.”
This fucking guy! “Are you never embarrassed?” I blurt out.
“You were the one who started it. I am just matching your energy.”
“Are you?” I raise my brows, hoping for a challenging gaze. “How far are you willing to go to match my energy?”
“Far,” he says.
I take a few steps backwards, happy when Aden rises from his place and follows me. The look in his eyes is dark, so much that it sends tingles down my spine. I decide to put on a show for him. On my way upstairs, I strategically get rid of my clothes until I have reached his bedroom and am only clad in my underpants.
Aden closes the door behind him, leaning against it. “Take it off,” he commands.
Fuck, the tone of his voice goes right to my cock. For a man so neat and appropriate and polite, he sure knows how to make a guy all hot and bothered. But if there is one thing that doesn’t embarrass me, it’s being naked. May as well give him a show. I make sure to turn my back to Aden, while hooking my thumbs into the elastic of the underpants, slowly pulling them down inch by inch.
Too slow for Aden’s liking, it seems.
He is suddenly behind me, one arm around my middle to press me against his chest, the other moving into my pants. “Fuck, Aden!”
“You were taking too long,” he mutters against my neck while his hand clasps around my dick. His other hand moves up my chest, tweaking one of my nipples between his fingers while the grip around my dick tightens.
This guy makes me breathless just by touching me. It’s almost like I am a teen again. I should feel embarrassed, but his thumb rubbing over the tip of my cock makes me forget any reservation. “You are nothing like one would expect in bed.”
Aden moves us along towards his bed, until my legs knock against it and I am forced to crawl onto it. His hand prevents me from turning around, while I can hear him shuffling with his clothes. He is fast, soon pressing his naked upper body against my back again. “Is that good or bad?”
His slick fingers run down my back, squeezing my ass before disappearing between my butt cheeks. His first finger pushes into me easily. He halts for a moment, pressing his lips against my shoulder. I can almost feel his smirk. “You stretched yourself. And you are calling me a freak, huh?”
“I just wanted to be prepared,” I say. “Be thankful!”
“I am not complaining. Actually, that’s hot.”
Aden pushes a second finger inside me, making me moan. He takes his time until he has three fingers buried inside me, thoroughly stretching me. A shiver goes down my spine, sweat pooling on my forehead. I just want more, more, more, but Aden’s fingers move almost excruciatingly slow. My body is screaming for him, wanting his cock inside me, fucking me fast and relentless, but it seems Aden has his own plans in mind. By the way he looks at me, it’s obvious he is doing it with intent.
“You are being such an asshole tonight!” I groan.
“Is that really what you want to say to me right now?” Aden grins. “When you are at my mercy? How about you be patient for once?”
He curls his fingers, hitting my soft spot that way. “Aden,” I moan. I need more of this. The desperation makes me rest my forehead against the pillow while pushing back against Aden’s fingers. “Please.”
“Fuck,” Aden groans. His fingers are suddenly gone, but before I can mourn the emptiness, his cock plunges into me in one go. After being teased for so long, the relief of having him fill me makes me shiver.
One of Aden’s arms wraps around me from behind, pushing me back against him, while he snaps his hips forward. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with my moans. My own cock is painfully hard, but when I go to touch myself for relief, Aden pushes my hand away. “Not yet,” he says.
“You are going to make me burst,” I groan.
Instead of an answer, Aden’s movements slow, almost making me sob. That’s when I feel one of his fingers against my rim, moving up to my entrance. Aden keeps the slow pace of his thrusts, while his finger probes me slightly.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice husky and low.
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