Page 32 of Unmasking Love (D.C. Renegades #1)

Harper

Thankful for FaceTime

“I don’t know if I can,” I admit to Aiden as I throw an arm over my face.

That orgasm took everything out of me. And how is he not exhausted?

It’s getting late and he played a professional hockey game and was up early this morning.

Tomorrow is Monday and I have to go to work.

I assumed we’d hang a little bit, maybe have sex, but then I’d be headed home so he could start his week.

But, I’m realizing that Aiden Youngren is unlike any man I’ve been with before.

Aiden pulls my hand away from my eyes and pins it over my head after rolling me onto my back. I'm still soaked for him. Seeing him play was unbelievably sexy and now he’s giving my body pleasure that is surpassing every expectation of sex I ever had.

Aiden leans on his elbow but keeps his grip on my wrist tight. His other hand trails lazily down my side and I sink even deeper into his mattress. They skim over my belly and I inhale sharply so I don't giggle.

"Ticklish?" he asks as his eyes travel down to my chest as he follows the movement of his fingers. He slowly circles my areolas in a figure eight, from one breast to the other and back. My nipples tighten to points and they tingle with arousal. "I want to fuck these perfect tits."

"Okay," I’ve never done that before but I would with Aiden.

"Not tonight." He says as he continues the motion across my chest. "Tonight I need to be in that sweet pussy of yours, so deep I make it mine. "

Oh heavens. My hips roll involuntarily and Aiden smiles. His free hand leaves my chest and trails down my leg. He works his boxer briefs down his legs with one hand while he holds himself up in a side plank.

I’m starting to understand where the muscles come from.

Aiden centers himself between my legs and nudges my thighs open wider with his knees. I feel my labia peel open wider and my insides clench around nothing as more of my arousal pools in my core. He slides his cock along my folds and when he grinds against my throbbing clit a sob escapes my lips.

"It's okay baby, I'll take care of you." He whispers before repeating the motion so slowly I'm afraid he's about to stop.

"Yes Aiden, right there," I exhale and he responds with a quiet grunt. I'm close to orgasming again and he doesn't seem to be in any rush.

"Fuck Harper, your soaking my cock. Can you feel how drenched you are for me?

" I bite my lip and nod my head. I can. And I want more.

Instead of entering me, Aiden slides along my labia over and over again while he presses one knee open and holds my arms overhead.

The pressure is building inside of me and my breathing comes in short, tight bursts.

"Aiden, I'm close," I whine and he picks up his pace.

Thrusting on top of me and rolling his hips into mine.

He keeps me pinned in place and he absorbs the movement when my leg begins to tremble and still he doesn't penetrate my entrance.

He pushes my knee up higher and my ass rolls up and the slightly new angle of his cock against my pussy sends me over the edge.

My eyes fly open and I find him staring down at me. Without a word he slides back and thrusts inside of me so hard I see stars.

"Oh FUCK!" I yell out.

"Shit! You're so tight." Aiden grits out through his teeth.

He stays deep inside me for a moment. I watch as his face softens, he becomes less focused, more relaxed.

He leans down and captures my mouth in a searing kiss, his to ngue invading my mouth in a way that isn't unwelcome.

When he finishes by pulling my bottom lip into his mouth with his teeth he pulls out and crashes back into me.

I throw my head back and gasp. And I don't get a chance to catch my breath again.

Aiden pounds into me at a relentless pace and impossibly I feel my muscles tighten as another orgasm builds.

His grip on my knee is punishing, my other leg wrapped around his. I watch as his lean muscles flex and throb as he holds me down and holds himself up over me.

The ink on his chest undulates with each thrust and I pull my hand out to touch it. My palm lands in the middle of his chest, right along the shaft of the goalie stick inked there and Aiden sucks in a breath. His heart beats wildly a fraction of an inch below my hand.

"No.” He grumbles. “Hands back up over your head Harper," he commands as he continues to drive himself into me. I lift my arm and my palm feels cool after having touched his heated skin.

"I'm going to come so fucking deep inside you Harper," he promises and his words bring me back to the way he is making my body feel.

I roll my hips slightly, he presses my knee up into my chest and I feel his testicles slap along my ass with each thrust. I know he's a professional athlete but this sex is athletic.

It's sweaty and active and I'm sure my makeup is smudged down my face.

I don't care. All I want is to feel Aiden finish inside me. To hold him in my arms afterwards. To have him hold me.

The images of intimacy notch my orgasm up higher and my body clenches down on Aiden. He immediately puts his thumb on my clit and a white hot sensation travels the length of my body. With each strum I inch closer. With each thrust, so does he .

Everything tightens to a point and my vision starts to darken around the edges. I close my eyes and let myself just feel our connection. Skin on skin in a delicious tangle of limbs.

When he comes, Aiden presses into my clit, hard, and I see stars against my closed eyelids. My pussy rolls with his slowed rhythm. He releases my wrists but doesn't pull out of me.

Instead he sits back on his heels, pulls my hips up with him, and stays inside me as he kisses my wrists and gently rubs the marks his grip left. He places featherlight kisses to each and then pulls me up onto his lap.

With my arms around his neck I lean in and kiss him. His strong, wide hands at my ribcage hold me upright as my ass settles against his thick thighs. I don't want to separate. If I could walk around with him inside me I think I would.

There is something between us, a connection that demands attention. I know we just agreed to be boyfriend and girlfriend but I already feel like we're so much more.

We eventually untangle ourselves. I'm wrapped under his arm with my hand on his chest. His other hand blanketed over mine, holding me to him, as our hearts match their beats to each other.

“So when do I get to see you again?” Aiden asks as his fingers trail up and down my arms.

“I dunno, you’re leaving on a road trip, right?”

“Yeah, we’re on the road tomorrow night through next Tuesday. Three games on the west coast and a stop in Chicago on the way back.”

“I leave for The Keys next Monday and don’t get back until Sunday night.”

“So we have two full weeks apart?” He asks, sounding as resigned to it as I feel.

Should I cancel with Mom? She’d probably understand if I told her it was for a guy. But then again I don’t want to expose Aiden to Mom. She has a way of getting nosey and I will work to protect this relationship from her.

With other guys I’ve reported every detail to Mom. She’s given me advice on securing dates and moving the relationship along. But with Aiden it’s been different. He pushed us to name things, he’s the one inviting me places. He was the one who just asked when he’ll see me again.

The number of times I’ve gotten a clear answer to that question from a date can be counted on one hand.

“Do you have plants you need taken care of while you're gone or anything?” Aiden asks and I giggle. Seriously? Who is this man?

“No, I’m not a plant person. I haven’t forgotten about you wanting a kitchen garden at your home though.” I tease and I feel him stiffen.

Did I say something wrong?

Before I get the chance to ask he tips my chin up and presses a kiss to my lips.

“We’ll talk every day and then when I see you again we won’t have to catch up, we’ll be able to get into bed immediately.”

I giggle and he reaches down to give my ass a little tap.

Wrapped up in him, in each other, is how we spend the night and the following morning. Aiden walks me to my car. I head back to my house to shower and get ready for work. With a kiss he closes the door and waves as I drive away.

***

“Happy Thanksgiving!” My mom hollers as she shimmies to me in a bikini. She said she was "pregaming" by scheduling this trip before Gerald’s family get together.

“ Hey Mom,” I say as she wraps me in a hug. I must have gotten my height from my father, whoever he is, because Mom can only clock 5’3” if she’s in three inch heels. Which she is. At a beach resort.

“I thought we’d do a spa day together.” She says as she loops her arm into mine. “It’s been ages since we got pampered.”

“Yeah,” I agree halfheartedly, because it was only six months ago we went to Cancun for Mother’s Day and, you guessed it, pampered ourselves.

She leads me to a pair of lounge chairs and I set down my things.

The concierge kept my bag and said he’d have it delivered to my room so all I have is my carry-on bag from the flight.

I packed my latest book and the stack of design magazines I picked up at the newsstand at Dulles.

Mom chatters away about the spa menu and I let a yawn slip out.

“Oh sweetie, are you tired?”

“Yeah, a little I guess, it was kind of a late night.”

Understatement of the year.

The first week of Aiden’s road trip was fine. We texted, we chatted, but last night I came home to a delivery on my doorstep. I opened it and found a vibrator. When Aiden called that night after his game he gave me very specific instructions to use it while he watched on FaceTime.