O Come, All Ye Kellys (Love & Luck #7) - Isla Olsen Page 0,37

slow grin forms across my face as I catch sight of the red mark spread over one of his cheeks and I’m hit with an onslaught of memories from last night.

Rather than waiting for Aidan to return to the bed, I get up and stalk over to the ensuite.

“Why are you up?” he asks, shaking off his dick and flushing the toilet. “I was just about to come back.”

I offer a teasing smile. “I had a better idea.” I reach into the shower and turn it on, waiting a few moments for the water to heat up before stepping under the spray.

Getting with the plan quickly, Aidan joins me in the shower, linking his arms around my neck and dragging my head down to claim my lips as the water sluices around us.

“Mmm…” I groan against his lips, my hands finding his ass and pulling him closer to me. “Fucking love the ass,” I tell him, giving it a squeeze.

He chuckles. “So you’ve said. Many times.”

“Well, it needs to be said.”

I kiss him again, delving my tongue farther into his mouth and eliciting a harsh groan from deep in his throat. Christ, I love kissing this man. And holding him in my arms. And feeling his beautiful body against mine.

I manage to tear my lips away and reach for the mint-scented body scrub that Aidan likes because he thinks it makes his skin feel “fresh,” and that I love because it makes him smell amazing. He still has some cum on his stomach from last night, so I lather up my hands and move them over his body, cleaning him up.

Once I’m sure his stomach is cum-free, I turn him around and focus my attention on his ass, which is also still a little messy; clearly we need to be doing better with our post-sex clean-up.

Soft noises of appreciation drop from his lips as I massage his ass, the sounds making me rock hard and absolutely desperate for some more intimate contact. Once the soap’s all washed away, I step a little closer behind Aidan, bending my head to trail hot kisses over his neck as I push two wet fingers inside him.

“Ah, shit…” Aidan’s low murmurs of pleasure turn into outright groans as I start finger-fucking him, my other arm coming up to wrap around his chest, holding him in place against me. “Jesus, Ben…fuck…”

I let out a soft groan as he pushes his ass back against my hand, the movement lining my cock up against his hip. He tilts his head back and I slam my lips against his, swallowing his needy groans as I continue to finger him, making sure to hit that perfect spot that makes him buck and tremble in my arms.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Ben….” Aidan gasps, and I feel his body seizing up, his ass clamping tight around my fingers as he climaxes, painting the shower screen with his cum.

I pull my hand away and hold him tight in both arms, giving him a moment to recover; but then he pries my grip loose and turns around, dropping to his knees in front of me. Before I can comment, he has his hot, wet mouth wrapped around my throbbing dick. I reach out and grab at his wet hair, holding him in place as I thrust my hips forward, fucking his throat.

He groans around my cock, his gorgeous eyes lit with heat and desire. He lifts one hand to gently tug my balls and that’s all it takes for the orgasm to rip through me. “Fuck, coming!” I growl, pulling back a little so that Aidan doesn’t choke on my cum. Not that he’s entirely averse to that kind of play, but it’s not how I want to start the morning.

Once he’s swallowed every drop, Aidan gets back to his feet and I pull him into my arms, sealing my mouth to his. “You know what I just realized?” I murmur against his lips.

“What?”

“We’re getting married this year.”

Aidan grins, drawing his arms up to link around my neck. “Hell yeah. Can’t fucking wait to marry you.”

We stay under the shower spray for a while longer, just holding each other, and making out, and using some more of that soap to clean each other up. But then we eventually turn the water off and towel ourselves dry.

Leaving the bathroom, I disappear into our walk-in closet, tugging on some sweatpants and a hoodie and grabbing some clothes for Aidan, who’s still out in the bedroom.

“Oh