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Story: Remember Me (Covey U #7)
Aiden
Her fingers threaded into my hair, her nails grazing my scalp as my tongue lapped at her pussy. I licked slowly at first, savoring the way her legs shook as she twitched beneath my tongue.
I loved watching her like this.
So desperate. So needy. So mine.
“A-A-A—”
Her grip in my hair tightened, the pain making my dick impossibly hard. I knew exactly what I was doing as I languidly played with her clit. I was edging her to the point of being unable to think straight.
“F-fast—”
She couldn’t get the full word out. Good. The only thing she needed to focus on was my tongue. I wanted her completely wrecked, spread open, and shaking just for me when I was finally inside her again.
Tightening my grip on her thighs, I pinned her down. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, Alyssa. You come when I say so.”
I narrowed my eyes and let my breath skate across her wet, sensitive skin.
She whimpered when I flicked my tongue out just enough, so she’d feel it. Then I paused, giving her time to come down so I could build her back up. I continued this pace for a while before I pointed my tongue so I could draw lazy circles over her clit.
She was panting now. Her chest heaving, her hips bucking as she silently begged me for more.
It was such a pretty sight, what with her dress pushed up around her waist with her thighs wide open in the back seat of my car. I didn’t want it to end.
Alyssa bit down on her bottom lip as she squirmed to get any kind of relief from me. So needy, but I always liked to savor this moment and watch her on the edge. Why not? She was the best thing I’d ever tasted, and my father always told me to enjoy my food.
Flick. Flick. Flick.
Her body was vibrating against me now and it was only when I worked my tongue faster than Alyssa’s head fell back, knocking onto the window button as her fingers desperately tried to grip the vegan leather seats. The window opening didn’t deter her. In fact, I wasn’t sure she’d noticed it. I’d lost count a long time ago over how many times I’d seen her like this, but it would never get old. Alyssa was a goddess, and I’d spend the rest of my life worshipping her, getting my fix.
“Aiden.”
Another cry. God, I loved having her on the edge like this and keeping her there until I decided it was time.
“I, I, I,”
she husked out, her hands now clasping at the door as she tried to stay upright. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as my tongue flicked against her clit in an almost punishing pace. She was getting so wet, I was having to slurp up her juices. Just the way I liked it, but I was sure she wouldn’t appreciate the potential wet patch on the back of her dress because of it.
Curling my fingers, I knew exactly where to hit to make her scream out in pleasure. I didn’t care that we were still in my father’s driveway, and if he looked on his security camera, he’d probably be able to see blonde hair spilling out of the back window. Alyssa was just too delectable to wait for. Besides, she deserved this for being such a good girl in there, and it was yet another ‘fuck you’ to my father.
“Aiden.”
My name. The softest of whispers from the most incredible woman I’d ever met.
Holding her in place, my tongue worked at an unrelenting pace. Faster and faster, I watched her knuckles going whiter and whiter. All I was waiting for now was for her body to vibrate underneath me. Then I knew she was ready to fall into an orgasmic bliss. I skated my teeth across her clit, earning a cry from Alyssa and then tickled the spot inside her that I knew got her off.
“Aiden.”
It was her final cry as she bucked against my hand and face, covering me in her scent. I loved it more than I should admit. I loved her more than she’d ever realized. I might’ve worn her scent like it was my cologne most days and told her I loved her every chance I had, but I didn’t think she got it or believed me, for that matter.
Her head was leaning against the door window ledge, her body slumped across the seats. With her eyes closed I wondered if I’d hand-fucked her unconscious.
When her lips tipped into a smile, I crawled over her and kissed her hard, pushing my tongue into her mouth and letting her taste herself. Her eyes opened in surprise as her hands gripped at my arms.
Yeah, you taste that baby? You’re delicious.
I pulled away from her, committing her puffy, red lips to memory before falling back into the middle seat and unbuckling my belt. Her gaze fell to my pants and when I freed my cock, Alyssa stared at it, dazed. I hauled her over and slid her straight onto me, hissing as I entered her.
She was slick and tight, and perfect for me. The only pussy I’d ever need to get off with.
Alyssa rested her head on my shoulder, sighing in pleasure as I held on to her and did all the work. I knew I’d gone too hard with her when I ate her out, but she was my pillow princess and I was happy to do all the work.
She was just so. Thrust. Damn. Thrust. Tempting. Thrust.
Although tired, she languidly moved her hips, so uncoordinated with the movements that I knew I’d have to take charge. Pushing the fabric of her dress out of the way, I grasped her hips and moved her at my preferred pace.
She had a subtle smile on her face as I bounced her on top of me. When I’d worked her into a better rhythm, I moved my hands to her ass and dug my fingers in. No doubt I’d left marks, but that was okay. Alyssa liked it and even asked for them regularly. Apparently, it wasn’t just me who liked everyone to know she was mine.
“Aiden.”
Her voice was a soft whisper as her hands clawed at my chest and her pussy started to clench. She was just about ready to come again, so I dipped one hand between us and coated my fingers in her juices before lifting them to her mouth.
She didn’t question it, she just opened her mouth and sucked on my fingers as she fell apart on me.
The visual feast in front of me, combined with the way her pussy clenched around me, dragged me straight into my own release.
Sweaty and spent, she fell forward, collapsing all of her weight on top of me. As she breathed heavily, I stroked her back, loving the wet feeling between us.
I pulled out a few tissues from the pack we’d stored back here for times like this. Alyssa was as insatiable as I was horny, so we were always thinking about when was the next time we’d be able to get off. The car wasn’t new for us, but the location outside of my father’s house with the window half-way open was.
“What was that for?”
she huffed out, looking at me a little tired and spaced out. Even with her matted hair and smeared make up, she looked better than perfect. She was a freaking goddess and knowing she looked like that because of me covered me in pride.
“That was for putting up with my father and his fiancée through that god awful lunch and still agreeing to go to a football game with me tonight.”
I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that my father thought it was appropriate to marry my alleged ex-fiancée and then invite us to dinner to gloat about it. It was creepy and I didn’t want anything to do with it. The only silver lining was he’d finally stopped hassling me about Alyssa, which meant marrying her was fully on the cards in my deck. Now I just needed to make sure it was in Alyssa’s too.
Still, the idea that Natalia ever thought she might end up as my stepmother was enough to make my skin crawl. If she was banking on getting her hands on my father’s money, she was in for a rude awakening. That man had his wealth buried in so many trusts and shell accounts, she’d need a damn treasure map to even sniff them out.
Alyssa wrapped her arms around me as she moved up and down on my cock. Was she trying for another round? Because as far as I was concerned, I’d need a couple minutes before I was ready. I didn’t stop her trying, though. “A football game. Is that what you’re calling the most watched sporting event in the world?”
I lifted my hips, thrusting deeper into her, and we both groaned. Scratch that. Apparently, I didn’t need time at all. Round two was already happening. Only this time, we were wet and well lubricated.
“I do believe the World Cup might have more viewers,”
I challenged, gripping the back of her neck, guiding her eyes back to mine. “But none of them get this view.”
She was riding me slow and deep, her body working mine like she knew exactly how to ruin me, and this time, I let her. I didn’t move. I just laid back and watched the woman I was completely obsessed with take control.
And fuck, she looked unreal doing it.
“Either way, we’re going to the Super Bowl tonight, and you’re acting like it’s just some night out with the boys.”
“They are my old roommates, not my boys, and if we want to get to Atlanta in time, we’re going to need to get to the private jet soon.”
She rolled her eyes defiantly. It was hot as hell and I couldn’t help but laugh. I leaned in before sucking on her neck, nipping it softly, but just hard enough to leave a mark.
“Do you have to call it your private jet?”
Her voice was husky and sex fueled.
“Would you rather I call it using my daddy’s money wisely?”
I teased, licking across my newly made mark.
“That’s even worse.”
She wasn’t moving away from me, so I couldn’t be all that bad.
“Maybe. You know, we haven’t tried fucking in it for a while.”
“Is that all you think about? Sex?”
I lifted my gaze and raised my brow, trying to hide my smirk. “This coming from the woman who is literally riding my cock right now. Tell me, babe, how’s my piercing working out for you? If you let me add a ring to your finger, maybe I’ll add another one to my cock. Would you like that?”
I emphasized the question with the thrust of my hips, knowing I’d hit the right spot at this angle.
She closed her eyes, scrunching her nose and she bit her bottom lip. If she was trying to hide how good this felt, then she was doing a terrible job at it. I already knew this was her favorite position because it was when she could feel it the most.
“Aiden, I think I’m—”
Her fingers dug into my shoulder, and then it hit. Her body tensed, a sharp gasp breaking from her lips as she came again with my cock still buried deep inside her.
I watched it happen. My eyes were locked on her as she unraveled, her back arching, her mouth falling open in a silent cry. My gaze dropped, zeroing in on the place where our bodies met and I watched the way her pussy clenched around me, milking every inch with a rhythm that sent a bolt of heat straight through me.
That was it. That view and feeling her tight, slick pussy pulsing around me shoved me right over the edge. I groaned low in my throat, thrusting once, twice more, then came deep inside her, spilling what little I had left, since I’d already emptied myself into her earlier.
We didn’t move for a beat, both of us catching our breath, our bodies still humming with aftershocks.
Then, Alyssa leaned forward, reaching for the tissues so she could start to clear up the mess.
She was efficient and focused and if I wasn’t used to the routine, I might’ve taken it personally. As she carefully eased off of me, I pulled a few more tissues out and helped her clean up.
When I say helped, I really meant I was savoring every last second of touching her.
“I know what you’re doing,”
she said dryly.
And yeah, I wasn’t even sorry, so I shrugged. “Just making sure you’re all clean down there.”
I dropped my gaze to my hand and said, “Actually... you know what? I might need a closer inspection.”
She laughed, pushing my shoulders back onto the seat as she sat in her own. “You are going nowhere near me. We have to get off your father’s driveway before you give the entire security team a live show.”
She rolled the window back up, pointedly.
“You’re right,”
I said, reaching for a few tissues and giving myself a half-assed wipe. Just enough not to look like I’d been balls-deep inside my girl five minutes ago. “So now that we’ve got that out of our system, are you ready to catch our flight?”
“You act like I initiated this after-lunch session,”
she quipped, side-eying me while fixing her hair in the mirror.
“You’re acting like you didn’t love every fucking second of it.”
She huffed, grabbing another tissue. “I need a shower. I can’t meet your friends like this, and you can’t meet your friends with that.”
She waved her hand over my now ruined pants. It was just another pair I’d have to throw out because of our sexcapades.
“We’ll take a shower on the plane. We have plenty of time to make you look a little less like you’ve been fucked on our way there.”
“We’re going to see Jackson and Thea before that.”
“So? Those two are always messy. They can handle a little of our messiness.”
I kissed her lips as she rolled her eyes. “I’ll drive.”
I climbed out of the car and as I adjusted my belt and pants and then opened the door for Alyssa. Once I helped her in the front seat, I looked directly at the security camera and winked, leaving my father with just enough hints to know exactly what we’d been doing, but not enough for him to see how good Alyssa looked when she came all over me.
That view was mine alone.
Alyssa was attempting to press out the wrinkles of her dress when I scooted into the front seat beside her. If it weren’t for that and her smeared lipstick, she’d look like she was ready for a formal dinner.
“So, do you think they’ll play Tanner as QB1 tonight?”
Alyssa asked as I pulled out of my father’s drive and headed for the highway, ready to pick up Tanner’s sister and her boyfriend.
“I have no idea what they’ll do with the low-rent, redneck version of Thor.”
Was I being an ass? Of course. Tanner was an excellent player, and I had no doubts the Crossbills would used him to their advantage tonight. Was I willing to praise him for that fact? No.
Alyssa laughed. “You still holding a grudge over the fact he took your spot at Covey U?”
I kept my eyes trained on the road as I slid my hand up her thigh. When my thumb grazed the hem of her pink skirt, she swatted me away.
“Careful, Alyssa. Remember, I have the ability to withhold orgasms if you aren’t careful.”
“Pfft. Please. I know for a fact you’re already thinking about when we’re going to do it the next time.”
She had a point. There wasn’t a moment in life when I wasn’t thinking about when I could next sink into the woman who was my wife in every way but name.
“I mean, honestly, poor Benny has had to listen to your grunts on too many occasions.”
“Oh, please.”
I rolled my eyes at Alyssa who had a soft spot for our head contractor, Benny. He was way too handsome to be on the team. An ex-athlete, no less, which judging by her current taste in guys, made him exactly Alyssa’s type. Honestly, I should’ve fired him the second I saw how well they worked together, but good contractors who could restore properties to a high standard were hard to come by in California, and Benny was a solid guy. So he stayed. Which meant I had to stay sharp too and make sure he knew exactly who Alyssa belonged to. “At this point, I’m almost certain he scouts us out because he knows I give him a huge bonus every time he hears us.”
“Either way, we are not subjecting our friends to the same kind of treatment. That means no sex on the jet.”
“Not even a little fingering?”
“No, and no sneaking off during the game to find a room.”
I pouted out my bottom lip. “You’re no fun.”
That was a lie if I’d ever heard one before. Alyssa was lots of fun. Whether we were working together and fighting about paint colors during the day or making up at night, I had more fun with this woman than any other person in the world.
“We’re there to support your friends, not find a new place to fuck.”
“That’s what you think,”
I muttered, noting the time on the map. “Wait, are we driving for another twenty minutes? If I had known how far they lived, I would’ve told them to hitchhike to the airport.”
“Aiden,”
Alyssa warned. “They’re apartment is on the way. Would’ve been stupid to drive past them.”
“Really? I think it would’ve been fun to wave. Maybe taunt them a little bit.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“And yet you chose me.”
I rested my hand on her thigh, palm up in offering. She looked down at it for a second and then clasped her hand in mine.
“I did, and I always will.”
She squeezed my hand as if I needed reassurance that she’d always pick me. We were inevitable. Soul mates even after death. She was stuck with me in whatever life she lived and if she thought she could do anything to stop that, she was sorely mistaken.
“Oh, there they are,”
Alyssa said, waving through the glass to our alleged friends standing on the side of the road. If it weren’t for the sleek, modern condo building with the ridiculous ocean view behind them, they’d look like hitchhikers.
Wait a minute…
“Is this where they live?”
Alyssa nodded, a smug smile of satisfaction on her face. “Told you it was nice.”
I pulled to a stop, admiring the contemporary architecture. It wasn’t as insane as the kind of places I was used to building with my father, but it was clean, stylish, and in a clearly expensive and sought-after neighborhood. Admittedly, it was probably one of the best places you could live without being obscenely rich, not that I’d tell them that.
“I thought they were just influencers?”
“Just influencers?”
Alyssa snorted. “Thea has one of the most listened to podcasts in the country. They aren’t just influencers. They’re a powerhouse and perfect for each other.”
“Kind of like you and me.”
I glanced over at her as I eased the car to the side of the street beside our friends.
She turned to me with a soft and certain smile, and that face. I wanted to propose to her again, but I held back. Mainly because I did it at least once a month just in case she changed her mind.
Alyssa seemed to be under the impression that she didn’t need a ring or a change in last name to be mine. Unfortunately, I was selfish and wanted every last piece of her.
Knock. Knock.
“Hey guys!”
Jackson said, tapping the car window, interrupting me. I guessed I’d just have to wait another day before popping the question again.
“Watch the damn glass!”
I yelled, glaring at my heavy-handed friend from behind the wheel. He didn’t care. He was too busy smiling like a fool with his girlfriend beside him. Jackson was an idiot before he started dating Thea, but apparently after had made him worse.
I was already regretting my decision to pick them up based on how excitedly they were looking at the car. Correction: I hadn’t decided to pick them up... Alyssa had.
She thought it would be nice to catch up, play the friendly couple, and do the whole nostalgic reunion thing. I, on the other hand, wanted to drag her into the backseat and fuck her until the rest of the world forgot we existed.
I pressed the button to pop the trunk open to make space for their luggage.
“Where are your suitcases?”
Jackson asked through the car, and I rolled my eyes.
“They’ve already been dropped off at the airport.”
“Oooh, fancy pants,”
Thea cooed as Jackson pushed the trunk down forcefully making me cringe. He wasn’t supposed to do that, it’s fucking automatic, but if I yell at Jackson then Alyssa might not let me finger her on the flight and I sure as hell wanted to finger her.
Thea got in the back seat first, closely followed by Jackson, and I snorted. They looked ridiculous back there since Jackson was as wide as a door, but that wasn’t my problem. They were getting a free flight on a private jet. They had no reason to complain about anything.
“Hey guys!”
Thea said, bringing her arms forward to hug Alyssa from the front seat. Meanwhile, all I was offered was a side-eye. Not surprising. Pretty sure Thea still thought I was the devil for treating her brother like shit when I thought he was going to take my spot in college. It’d been seven years since then, so I felt like she was being a little dramatic. Tanner and I were friends now. Okay, that was probably too generous. We tolerated each other, so there was no need to hate me anymore. Besides, the guy was playing in the fucking Super Bowl. It wasn’t like he was waiting for me to repent my sins, or anything.
“Sorry we’re a little late. We got stuck in traffic,”
Alyssa says.
She smacked me in the chest when I snorted.
“Traffic? You sure that’s not code word for sex?”
Jackson asked, and I could’ve sworn I heard Alyssa visibly gulp.
“It is,”
I answered, unashamed.
“Aiden!”
Alyssa hissed as I pulled back onto the street.
“Would you look at this,”
Jackson mused, his arm stretched over Thea as he tested the quality of my seats. If he thought he was doing me a favor, he wasn’t. I’d tested the quality plenty of times. Although, now seeing how squashed he looked, I was impressed with my agility and fitness in getting Alyssa off every single time I fucked her back there.
“Aiden Matthews personally picking us up. Driving us to his private jet so we can watch the Super Bowl live. Man, I feel like an actual celebrity.”
I glanced at him in the rearview mirror. “According to Alyssa, you are a celebrity.”
Jackson snorted. “Nah, she’s the famous one.”
He jerked his thumb toward Thea. “I just produce the show.”
Thea groaned, shaking her head. “Stop it. It’s not like I have any real talents. I just talk to people.”
“And make them feel all the things. They open up,”
Alyssa added.
From the rearview mirror, I could see Thea giving Jackson a coy smile and I rolled my eyes, completely uninterested in all this fake self-congratulatory flattery. Seriously, when did people get so self-involved? Who wanted to sit around listening to other people pontificate on their lives?
“I’ve noticed you’ve got less athletes on the show and more pop culture. Is that where the podcast is going?”
Alyssa asked.
“That’s where Chally Sports Network want me to take it. They are trying to push into the entertainment space, and they think I’d be a good fit to help them with that.”
“Oh really? Then why do they want you interviewing the players at the Super Bowl.”
“They want her to do the Post-Game Hot Takes segment she’s known for.”
“Ooh, are these takes on your brother?”
Alyssa asked.
“Yeah. If he doesn’t do what he’s supposed to, then I’ll definitely have a few things to say. Tanner is too good to lose, and I’ll tell him that.”
“Thea thrives on controversy,”
Jackson added, smirking. “And I think there will be a big upset if the Crossbills don’t win tonight.”
“That’s awesome,”
Alyssa said, and I held it back. The sarcastic comments about how ‘awesome’ it really was. If I wanted to watch two siblings fight, I could just wait until Benny and his brother Ford cussed each other out on my sites.
“They’ve also arranged for me to interview Bailey Hill after the halftime show.”
Alyssa grabbed the back of my headrest so she could turn her entire body to look at Thea with her jaw dropped. I’d tell her that was a safety risk, but honestly, I enjoyed catching glimpses of her with her dress riding high since it gave me a good view of her pink lacy panties from here. The ones which were no doubt still soaked from everything we did earlier.
Fuck me. I was getting hard again.
“I’m sorry. Did you just say Bailey Hill? The Bailey Hill. The girl whose world tour sold out in two minutes?”
“Yeah. Her.”
“That’s huge! Why the hell didn’t you start with that?!”
“I don’t know. I didn’t want to sound like I was gloating.”
“Sorry to say, you still sound like you’re gloating,”
I said. Not even a second later, Alyssa karate chopped me in the stomach, and thankfully my assisted drive was on, which meant we didn’t swerve.
Alyssa then drew her attention back to the backseat. “Thea, that’s amazing. Your channel is going to blow up when that gets out.”
“I hope so.”
Jackson grinned beside her. “It will. It’s all in the plan. Liam, my friend from the UK, is helping push it over there too. Soon Thea’s Thoughts is going to be an international most listened to podcast, and my girl is going to get all the praise she deserves.”
Alyssa blew out a breath as she relaxed back into the seat, shaking her head in disbelief. She was impressed, and honestly, I might’ve talked a lot of crap about bragging, but I was kind of impressed too. I thought they were too busy fucking while playing video games to do anything useful with their time.
Still, I wasn’t about to give them a compliment.
I sighed, watching the road. “Alright, we’re five minutes out from the airport so we should cut the influencer talk until we’re on the plane. Don’t want to be late.”
“Um, Matthews, don’t you own the jet?”
Jackson asked.
“Yeah.”
“Surely, they’d wait for you then?”
“I don’t want to fuck around and find out we’ve missed the Super Bowl, do you?”
“No. Good point.”