Bad Boy Ink (Get Ink'd #5) - Ali Lyda Page 0,62

out, voice thin. “Obviously.”

Fuck, I loved that snarky asshole.

The thought gave me a moment’s pause, causing me to freeze in my ministrations. Love? No. I couldn’t be. And yet...it felt true. But I wasn’t going to say anything. Aiden was allowing me so close and I couldn’t bear to scare him away.

“Keep going,” he groaned. Then added an endearing, “please.”

I pushed another finger into him, loving the feel of his initial clench and the way his gasp tickled in my ear.

We kissed and tasted, and I stroked and stretched until our bodies were slick with sweat and so hot, it felt as if we’d burn if we didn’t come.

Only then did I roll Aiden onto his back and push his knees up, exposing his tight hole. It was slick and ready, the ring of pink flesh a perfect invitation. Aiden’s blue eyes were dark, pupils totally blown as the tip of his tongue peeked out to lick his lips.

I positioned myself at his entrance, staring at how beautiful the tip of my cock looked pressing into his hole. Slowly I pushed in, stomach quaking at the sight of his body taking me inside. We both moaned as I slid in, inch by inch.

“You’re so tight,” I said. His body held a vice grip on my cock and nothing had ever felt so fucking good.

“More,” Aiden demanded. His hands were in his hair, his face twisted in pleasure. Triumph roared in me knowing I was the one doing that to him. I was the one making him wild and desperate for more.

With care, I sank in deep, both of us sighing when I was buried to the hilt. We fit together perfectly.

Slowly, I began to rock into him, pulling out only a little and then pushing in as deeply as I could. I wanted his body to have more time to adjust to my girth before I lost control and railed him.

“So good,” Aiden whispered, his fingers beginning to claw at my shoulders. The sparks of pain as he scored my skin dissolved any control I had left.

I pulled most of the way out and slammed back in with a grunt. Aiden cried out, his eyes flying wide as he stared at me. My heart turned cold and I worried I’d gone too far, that he hadn’t been prepared for rough.

But the bastard sent me the sauciest wink and smirk and I laughed. Balls deep in his ass, I lost it and laughed.

Then I began to fuck him. It was hard. It was deep. I fucked him so hard, he began to scream, encouraging me. He raked his nails down my back, pulling me into him.

“I’m going to come,” I ground out, the slapping of my hips on his body competing for loudness.

Aiden reached between us and began to jerk himself hard and fast. His mouth was open in a perfect “O”.

My climax rushed up on me. My balls tightened and my cock twitched, and it felt like every cell was clenching in release as I pumped cum into Aiden.

We rocked together until it was too sensitive, too painful. I collapsed on him, panting into his neck as he held me.

“Are we...canoodling?” he whispered into my sweat-damp hair. “I mean, I’m not surprised. You strike me as a canoodler.”

“Have you been waiting this whole time to say that?” I asked. “Was this all an elaborate plot to use the word ‘canoodle’ in a sentence?”

Aiden shook under me with laughter. “You know me so well.”

My cock softened and slipped out of him. I reached between us to pinch the condom and pull it out with me. “Let me grab a towel and clean us up, jerk.”

He kissed my cheek before I was all the way off of him. “Thanks,” he said, and it sounded as if he meant for more than the towel. My insides glowed.

After tying off and trashing the condom and cleaning us both up, I stretched out beside him, drawing designs with my finger on his skin.

“So we’re actually doing this,” he said, followed by a contented sigh like a kitten.

“Doing what?” I asked. “Being boyfriends?”

“Yeah.” Aiden rolled onto his back and I splayed my fingers across his abs, feeling the heat and strength of him. “I don’t think I’ve ever actually had a boyfriend,” he admitted. “I mean, I’ve been with guys, but never, you know…”

“I do,” I murmured before nuzzling his ear. “I’ve had a few, but they never knew me. Not like you do. This feels