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THIRTY

AIDEN

My mouth waters at the thought of eating her for hours. Lennox doesn’t have the first clue what she’s in for. She wants a fuck buddy. Entertainment. I’ll show her that fucking her is my ultimate hobby. Eating her, a delicacy.

But I like my food prepared a certain way. I want to watch her arms tremble as I steal orgasm after orgasm from her body. By the time she finally gets to feel the head of my cock inside her, when she gets to experience what it’s like to ride the barbells there for her enjoyment, she’s going to be so overstimulated she’ll see stars.

With a final kiss to her lips, I step back and motion toward her bedroom door. Her movements are slow, dazed, as she passes me. Jaw tight, I smack her ass, leaving a bright red mark on her pale skin. She yelps, but she picks up her pace, headed straight for the bed. Fuck, I can’t wait to finally taste her.

As soon as she walks into the room she pauses, her attention on the floral arrangement beside her bed. “Are those peonies?”

“Um what?”

“ Aiden. ” Even naked and ready to be devoured by me the woman manages to make my balls curl up into my body with that tone.

The we aren’t supposed to be doing sweet things tone. The you’re not my real fiancé tone.

I shrug like it’s no big deal, because honestly, it’s flowers, not a diamond ring. “They’re your good-night flowers. Do you not like them anymore?”

Her lips fold over as she tries unsuccessfully to hide her smile, and then she shakes her head. “I love them.”

I smirk. “Good. Now get on the bed so I can have my good-night snack.”

She stares at me for one more second before shaking whatever hesitations she has from her mind. Then she obeys. Impossibly hard and ready for what comes next, I look away from her and focus on our surroundings, rather than allowing my heart to take over.

Predictably, her room is all whites and pinks. I give it a quick scan, smiling, as I wait for her to get into position on the bed. On all fours, she peeks back at me, her pink hair falling over her shoulder.

I hand her a pillow. “Make sure you’re comfortable. You’ll be in this position for a while.”

Her lips form a surprised O, but she does what I ask without argument.

Inhaling deeply, I study every inch of her, then settle on her face. “Can I take a picture?”

A laugh bubbles out of her. She’s surprised again. I love that I keep surprising her. “Why?”

“Because you’re perfect. Because I don’t want to forget the moment you gave over all control to me. It’ll help me to behave out there,” I tease, nodding toward the bedroom door.

With her teeth pressed into her lip, she dips her chin. “Okay.”

I work quickly, making sure to get her blue eyes focused on me, her hair falling around her, the sultry pout she wears without even trying. I snap one quick picture. From the angle and the pose, it’s impossible to tell she’s naked. This isn’t a picture I’ll share with anyone, but this isn’t about sex. It’s about this moment, where she’s soft and sweet and giving in to me. Now that I’ve documented it, knowing I can return to it when I’m away from her and need this reminder that this moment was real, when my thoughts get the best of me and insecurities run wild, I can return my focus to pleasing her.

“Never have I ever wanted a woman in the way I want you, Lex.”

Pressing her forehead to the mattress, she whimpers.

I kneel on the bed behind her, settling my hands against her round ass, squeezing and kneading her curves, relishing her softness. I pull her cheeks apart and take in how beautifully pink and wet she is for me. “Perfect.” Hovering closer, I flatten my tongue against her sex.

She sighs and whimpers, pushing her hips back, seeking more.

“Don’t you worry, Princess. I plan to eat this pretty pussy until you’re crying for me to stop.”

And then that’s what I do. I take her to the edge over and over again with my tongue and with my fingers, and I send her hurtling over it. She thrashes and pulls at the sheets and squeezes her thighs to try to stop me. I lick and suck and finger her until her arms and legs are shaking. Until she’s pulsing around me, sucking my fingers into her body. Pulling moans and pleas and whimpers from her until she’s coated in a sheen of sweat and tears run down her face.

I soak up her orgasms, loving the taste of her pleasure, until my cock is so hard it pulses.

“Please, Aiden, I need you to fuck me,” she babbles.

Quickly, I haul myself back and get to my feet. “Not yet.”

The alarm in her eyes as she looks back at me is almost comical. “Please don’t leave me like this.”

I slide my shorts down and finally let her see what she’s been begging for. Gripping myself firmly, I stroke, then roll my thumb over my head, giving myself just enough pressure to ease the ache.

“Holy shit,” she murmurs, locking her arms and angling her head so she can get a better look.

“Stay how you are. Stick out your tongue.”

Her blue eyes blaze with heat. “Yes, sir.”

A hot zap of desire shoots up my spine at her response. Fuck . I stroke myself again. “Good girl.”

I settle on the bed, once again on my knees, though this time I’m in front of her, and then I feed her my cock. “I want you to count each barbell as you feel it hit your tongue, Princess. Imagine how good it’s going to feel when I finally let you take me for a ride.”

She moans around me, her blue eyes blazing with need. I take that as permission and push in, barbell by barbell. She grunts each time one slips between her lips. Counting unintelligibly.

When she gets to four, I push in all the way, making her gag. “Fuck, you sound so good with my cock in your mouth.” I cup her cheek, stroking her with my thumb. “But you feel even better.”

She licks the underside of my shaft, her warm, wet heat more incredible than anything I’ve ever experienced. Eyes locked on mine, she teases each barbell with her tongue, pushing them back and forth.

Head thrown back, I shudder. The piercing was worth every ounce of pain, if just for this moment. “Fuck, Lex, I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.”

She grins around my cock without stopping, the expression sending tingles through my extremities.

With a hand buried in her hair, I pull her back. “There’s no fucking way I’m coming in your mouth the first time. Slow down, Princess. I want to enjoy every second of this.”

Eyes dancing, she licks her lips. “Fine. Fuck me from behind. I want to feel each one of those barbells.”

Tipping closer, I kiss her mouth. Then I settle beside her on the bed. “No way am I taking you from behind right now. Climb on top of me.”

She lowers her gaze and shakes her head. “You should be on top.”

Frowning, I cup her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Why?” Why the fuck is she still over there? Why am I not already inside her?

“Aiden, I love my shape, but I’m a big girl.”

All the air leaves me. I’ve never known Lennox to be insecure. Though I hate that she’s even thinking like this, I can’t help but appreciate that she’s not hiding herself from me. I want all of her. The fearless Lennox and the insecure girl hiding inside.

More than all of that, I’m turned on by her shape. And I want her to know that.

“You think I can’t handle you? Think the idea of you moving above me, tits bouncing, doesn’t turn me on?” I rough a hand down my face and suck in a breath. “For more than a decade, every time I’ve fucked someone, I’ve thought about you. When I got this piercing, it was with you in mind. Fantasizing about your reaction to it. And I’ve dreamed about these curves.” I pull her closer and cup her ass. “So if you think for one second that I won’t have you above me, looking down at me while you ride my cock, then you’ve lost your damn mind.”

“ Aiden ,” she chides, her tone soft, full of emotion.

“In this room, I’m in control. You agreed to that, right?”

Lips twisted into a smile, she exhales a long breath.

I pat my thighs. “Your throne awaits, my queen.”

Her pupils dilate in response to that term.

“That’s right, Lex. Out there, you’re a princess, but in here, you’re my queen.”

What I don’t tell her is that when I say in here , I don’t mean in the bedroom.

I mean in my heart.