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eighteen

*NOEL*

A den and I make a brief detour to my place so that I can fetch some clothes and necessities.

The most tumultuous evening of my life is coming to an end. It was an up and down of emotions, or rather, a down and up, starting with me sulking in Sterling’s loft, then Aden hunting me down and us talking, ending with us meeting our friends for that crazy get-together.

Aden unlocks the door to his house, letting me in. A repeat of two nights ago, just that this time my mind is much calmer.

“Aden, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“How did Lynn actually end up with your brother?” I ask. “She seems to be nice and fun.”

“I guess Oliver can be like that, too,” he explains. “Just because my relationship to him is strained, doesn’t mean he isn’t an outgoing guy. From what I know, he was very similar to Lynn herself. That’s how they connected.”

“And how did it end?”

“She dumped him once she saw how strained our relationship was.”

My mouth drops open. “What?”

“Lynn and Oliver started dating in high school and then continued in college. Don’t forget that Oliver is my oldest brother.

I am a lot younger than he is. At that time, I was very much still an outsider in the family.

Lynn didn’t like that at all. You saw her today.

She was the same years ago, and she was very vocal about how terrible she found our home situation.

It was not so much about Oliver himself, but about the others.

Oliver himself was already trying to mend our relationship, but Lynn didn’t like that he wouldn’t stand up to our other brothers and just let them bully me.

I guess her dumping Oliver was the wake-up call he needed. ”

“Crazy!” I exclaim. “I have a whole new respect for her! I hope Mateo takes his chance and doesn’t fuck it up.”

“I hope so, too.”

“You are not mad that he is hooking up with her, are you?” I ask carefully.

“No, Lynn is very confident and knows what she wants. I don’t meddle in her relationships.”

I let out a sigh of relief. The last thing I want is for Mateo and Sterling to face any difficulties in their work, and I don’t want Aden to be mad at them. They are all too important to me. “Can I take a shower first?” I ask, mainly to diffuse my own thoughts.

“Of course. I will take one after you. There are fresh towels there. You know the way, don’t you?”

I wince slightly. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Noel.” Aden touches my shoulder. “If your anxiety overwhelms you again, promise me to give me a sign. If you need space, I will give it to you. If you need to be alone, then I will make sure you can have your privacy. If you need a hug, I will give it to you, too.”

“What if you are mad at me and I need a hug?” I ask.

“I will never deny you comfort,” he says. “Even when I might be upset or angry. So, please, promise me you won’t run from me again.”

I let out a shaky breath. “Okay.”

With that, I finally manage to leave for the bathroom, almost scared I will spiral again just from remembering what happened last time.

To my surprise, however, it’s completely different this time.

Instead of my body and mind remembering my last anxiety attack, I feel rather comfortable and relaxed in the bathroom, finally able to enjoy the intricate design of the place and the huge floor-level shower. I have always wanted one of those!

With newfound energy and motivation, I make sure to clean myself properly and even take my time to prepare and stretch myself a little. Fingers crossed for some action later.

Unlike during that fateful night, where I bolted, I take my time now, and once out of the shower and bathroom, look through Aden’s place properly.

Meanwhile, Aden takes a shower himself, and once I am done looking at everything, I find him sitting in the living room, skimming through a notebook with a pencil in his hand. Is he writing or drawing something?

“I like how you live,” I say when I finally join him in the living room. “It’s elegant and suits you, but it’s also surprisingly cozy.”

“I am happy you like it. I wanted to have a place I could make my own, somewhere I could always retreat to.”

“Say, Aden, do you mind if I look around?”

He blinks. “Didn’t you do that just now?”

“Yeah, but more in detail.”

Aden’s lips tug in amusement. “You are the type of person to look into each of my drawers, aren’t you?”

My cheeks heat up. “Only if you allow me to!”

He grins. “Just go ahead. It’s fine.”

He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I dash off, this time snooping around a little.

There are a lot of books and paintings, obviously.

I have no idea if he drew them himself or if he bought them from somewhere.

I do recognize Sterling’s drawings, though.

The one with me on the beach has a very prominent place in the living room, and the other one is in his bedroom.

“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.

“Yes! Fuck, do it!”

When Aden inserts his fingers, I feel fuller than ever before. The stretch burns, but instead of being painful, it turns into something hot in my stomach.

“Please,” I beg.

He stills once more, the sly bastard. “What do you want? Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me,” I beg. “Make me come. Please, Aden, let me come!”

Aden removes his finger, and without pulling his cock out of me, he turns me over until I land on my back, then plunges into me with full force. I instantly wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his middle, while his hips snap forward.

He easily finds my spot again, hitting it relentlessly with his cock.

“Fuck, Aden, you are so good!”

There is a glint in his eyes I haven’t seen before. It turns me on more than I expected. He stills his hips, moving down to my ear. “Tell me no one else has fucked you like I do.”

"Nobody has.”

“Good.” Aden’s hand wraps around my dick, and while he thrusts inside me again, it only takes two strokes with his hand until I am pushed over the edge. I don’t know what I am saying or moaning, I am a blubbering mess, when my release finally washes over me.

It takes a while for me to come down from my orgasm. I only remotely realize that Aden keeps me in his arms while he fucks me for a bit longer until his body goes slack too. He gives us time to calm down before carefully pulling out of me and getting rid of his condom.

“You are fucking amazing in bed,” I blurt out.

Aden snorts before pulling me into his arms. “I hope this isn’t the only thing you like about me.”

“It’s not. You can be assured. But I swear, I have never been fucked like that before.”

Aden smiles while he turns his head to look at me. “You know how to stroke a guy’s ego,” he chuckles. “Just for the record, you are pretty amazing too.”

“I need us to get tested,” I mutter. “I want you to come inside me next time, without a condom.”

“You won’t need to ask me twice. I will make an appointment the first thing tomorrow morning,” he promises.