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“It’s not my fault you’re wearing leggings.”
“Take them off,” I beg.
He sits back, smirking at me. “If you take your shirt off, I’ll take care of these.” He wraps his fingers around my waistband.
Lifting up, I maneuver out of my shirt and throw it to the other side of the bed. Slowly, he lowers my leggings, discarding them somewhere on the floor, leaving me in just my bra and panties. Exposed to him.
“You’re wet,” he purrs, staring between my legs.
My core flexes. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
“From me?”
My eyelids flutter closed. It wasn’t a coincidence that Aidan’s name came out when I told my parents I had a boyfriend. He’s the only person I’ve ever crushed on like that. The forbidden brother’s best friend. “Would you be mad if I say yes?”
“Are you kidding? I’d be fucking honored.” He waits a beat before saying, “But now I know you might do anything to get it.”
I rush in a breath. “Like what?”
“Take off your bra.”
I stare at him. This is intimate. This isn’t just two people getting off for pleasure. We could do that with clothes on. Or as many clothes as needed on.
He lowers my panties, circling my clit with his thumb. “Please?”
“Aidan,” I moan. Everything he does feels amazing.
“Take it off, and I’ll give you whatever you want.”
I want much more than he’s willing to give, but I’ll play his game. I unclasp my bra from the front, fanning it open. His gaze zeroes in on my erect nipples.
With his free hand, he reaches out to tweak one. “When I first saw these, I needed them in my mouth.”
His thumb hasn’t stopped working me, and I can barely concentrate on anything he says. “Aidan, I don’t think I’m going to last long. If you’re going to do this—”
His hard stare brings me up short. He slips his thumb down, coating the pad of his finger in my juices, and then moves back up again to circle my tight nub. With his other hand, his fingers tease and play with my nipple.
I’m lost in pleasure. “I want your mouth on me, Aidan,” I warn again. My orgasm is building. I’m going to miss out. “Please lick me. Please. I’m begging.”
“Here?” He leans over, his tongue finding my nipple.
I cry out, my body jumping up to meet his. His thumb swirls quicker, tightening his movements. My jaw unhinges as my orgasm barrels forward. I give a silent scream as I come, my hips moving against him until I stutter, shivering to a stop.
I smile, in a haze. “You said—”
I’m interrupted by his tongue circling my clit.
“Aidan!”
I’m so sensitive. Too sensitive. He moans into me, and my eyes fly open to watch. I’ve never seen anything so erotic.
He peers up, flattening his tongue while he pins me with his salacious stare. I take a mental picture. “Oh shit.”
He smirks, his lids closing again before returning to his work. I don’t have anything to compare it to, but I don’t need another experience to know that Aidan is good at this. He takes his time, quickening and slowing his movements when I get too close to the edge.
“You were too turned on,” he explains between strokes. “If I’d tasted you then, you’d have come apart in no time. I want this to be an experience.” He flicks his tongue over my clit, and for a moment, I forget to listen to him. All I catch is: “Like mine.”
I work my fingers through his hair, and he lifts his head before gripping my hips and returning to my clit. He licks the length of me, moaning.