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Aiden

G od, it was so damn good. There was still that little voice in the back of my head that was scared of telling Joe what I’d been craving, but the way he’d just leaned into it and gone for gold? Fuck, yes. I was there for every second of it.

His fingers stretched me open, and I didn’t want to wait. When I’d texted him earlier, I’d been serious about it having been a while. I’d been craving the feeling of him inside of me. It was so strange to have gone my whole life never craving any of it, to being completely hooked.

“Joe,” I whined, my hips thrusting as if they had a mind of their own, forcing his fingers to sink deeper inside.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re killing me.”

I wanted to laugh, a small chuckle still fighting its way free. “I’m killing you? What about me?”

The low rumble of Joe’s hum set me at ease as he worked a third finger past the tight ring of muscle of my hole. I loved the feeling of being stuffed so full, but it would be better when it was his cock instead of his hand.

My mind raced, filling with all sorts of dirty ideas. How far could I take things? Joe didn’t have a problem with the idea of getting me pregnant, even if it was impossible, but maybe that’s what made it so fucking hot. What were his opinions on that, anyway? Not that it was something I needed to be thinking about when he was sliding his slick digits from my ass and lining his dick up to impale me.

That first initial push had me tensing up so damn tight. As much as I wanted it, I’d forgotten the burn and the stretch. My hands scrambled to grasp at the comforter below me and Joe stilled.

“Sweetheart? Are you okay?”

A smile spread across my face. “I’m good. More than good. I’ll get used to it.”

That seemed to be enough of an answer as Joe gently started pressing forward again. His movements were slow and measured, a clear attempt to not hurt me. My hands slowly loosened in the blanket and drifted to Joe’s sides.

When hips met ass, I took a deep and steadying breath. This was fucking amazing. I could live with Joe’s cock buried inside of me. Maybe it was a weird thought, but I didn’t only want his load. I wanted him. All of him.

We’d gotten so very close, so very fast, but I couldn’t stop it. This felt like fate. Like we were two runners in a race, trying to win the gold medal. We sped toward each other until we collided and remained intertwined .

With the first thrust of Joe’s hips, my eyes rolled back into my head. His cock rubbed my prostate at just the perfect angle and fuck, did it feel fucking amazing. “Yes,” I hissed, pushing back into him again and again.

The more we built up momentum, the more excited I got. Joe was going to come inside of me, dump his load, and pretend like he was trying to knock me up. My toes curled as we continued to rock against each other. My fingers wrapped around my erection, stroking in time with Joe’s thrusts until we were both sloppy and moving as if we were possessed. The room filled with the sounds of our skin slapping together and the moans that fell from our lips.

I was the first to come, my jizz painting my chest as it shot from my cock. With how Joe kept pummeling my prostate, shot after shot kept firing from me, leaving streaks of cum clear up to my chin.

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart. Look at you. So fucking pretty, all covered in your mess.”

There was no rhythm for how Joe continued to fuck into me. His hips moved at an uneven pace as sweat rolled down his handsome face, his teeth catching onto the piercing in his bottom lip. I wanted to latch onto that little metal loop as well. To feel it bite into my skin.

And then that flood of warmth hit, spreading through my ass as Joe let out a deep and guttural groan. His hands landed on the pillow on either side of my head as his body slowed to a stop. Every once in a while, his hips would shift, pushing his load deeper into me until his cock grew too soft and slid out of me.

The sensation of his cum seeping out of my hole triggered something in my chest. My heart squeezed as panic set in. I wanted it to stay. As if reading my mind, Joe’s fingers found his mess and pushed it back inside before reaching back for his bedside table and opening the drawer.

He produced a silicone plug and pushed it into my ass, effectively trapping his release inside. Calm washed over me in an instant.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. You want to keep me inside, you can keep me inside.”

I hummed in appreciation as Joe sunk into the mattress next to me. Having a plug in my ass again didn’t feel as weird as it probably should have. There was a strange rightness to it. Joe knew exactly what I needed and when I nuzzled deeper into his side, his arms wrapping around me to make me feel even more safe, I knew... I couldn’t lose him. It would break me.

T he smell of something sweet wafted down from upstairs. My eyes opened and Joe sat on the edge of the bed, holding a t-shirt, but not moving to put it on. As if sensing that I’d woken up, he turned to face me, a small smile painting his face .

“Morning, sweetheart.”

“Hi.” Warmth spread through my chest as he leaned in close to place a quick but chaste kiss against my lips. I’d missed those little moments since we’d gotten back from Mexico.

Joe said nothing as he sat back up, pulling the shirt over his head and then making his way over to his dresser to grab a pair of boxer briefs. I hated seeing him so covered up, but when I shifted in bed, the plug jolted my senses. I’d almost forgotten that he’d put it there the night before. Was it weird to want to keep it there? Was it okay?

“Joe?” I sounded so damn unsure, which was so fucking stupid. I’d asked the guy to put a baby in me and I couldn’t ask him about proper etiquette with wearing a plug long term.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He turned to face me and as much as my face was on fire, I spread my legs so that he could see where the flared base rested against my hole.

His face turned pink, but he made his way back to the bed before sitting next to me. “Are you feeling okay?” he asked, genuine concern painting his features?

“It’s... different. Is it okay that it’s still in there?”

Joe shook his head. “We should really take it out. I probably shouldn’t have left it in you all night. As hot as an idea it is, it’s not practical, and I could have hurt you.”

My heart melted because, as much as my brother seemed to worry about Joe and his reputation, this was so sweet. He cared and had done nothing but take care of me since the beginning. “Nothing hurts, if that’s what you’re wondering. I’m actually a little sad that we need to take it out.”

Joe chuckled. “What the fuck am I going to do with you?”

He grasped the base of the plug and pulled it from my body oh so very gently. The feeling of emptiness was sudden and unwelcome. My ass clenched as if searching for what was suddenly missing. Joe’s eyes remained glued to where the muscles flexed as I tried to get used to being so empty.

“Does everything look okay?”

Those piercing blue eyes snapped up to meet mine. “Yeah. Thankfully. We need to be more careful in the future, okay?”

The future? Yeah... I liked the sound of that.

“Joe? Aiden?”

We both froze, having missed the sound of the door opening, or anyone knocking.

“Shit, sorry. I’m not really supposed to have anyone stay over.”

Joe’s eyes were wide as he stood from the bed, grabbing my underwear and tossing it at me. I pulled them up my legs but chuckled. “She obviously knows I’m here, and she doesn’t sound mad.”

He deflated, looking at the stairs and then back at me. “It’s so fucking weird. She’s had this strict-ass rule for so long and if she’s not mad...”

“If it helps, when I got here yesterday, she said something about you needing me. ”

Joe closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, something had shifted. He seemed more at peace with something, and a smile spread across his face. “Why don’t you get dressed? It smells like Teresa made waffles for breakfast.”