Everything about you is fucking mine so don’t push me into marking my territory in front of everyone.”
“Aiden!” I search the car park in a frenzy.
It’s empty — thankfully, but anyone could come through the door. Anyone could walk in and see Aiden gripping me by my throat and my pussy.
“We’re in public,” I murmur.
“Hmm. A good place to mark my territory.”
He starts to lift my skirt.
Oh, God.
I want to think he’s only threatening, but there’s no doubt he’d do it.
He’d take me right here right now, and it’d get us into huge trouble with the school.
And knowing Aiden, he couldn’t care less about anyone when he’s in this possessive zone.
Judging from the twitch in his eyes, he’s royally pissed off, too.
I have one chance to stop him and cool him down.
Only one.
And I need to act fast.
Searching around us, I inch to the side so I’m hidden by the car opposite us.
I wrap my hand around his.
“Don’t even think about it,” he grits out. “I warned you against provoking me.”
“Let me.”
He narrows his eyes. “Let you what?”
I coax him into releasing my throat.
Before he can make his next move, I drop to my knees in front of him.
30
Elsa
I’m on my knees in the car park in front of Aiden.
Before I start analysing the situation, I unbuckle his belt with trembling fingers.
I wish it’s only due to the fear of getting caught, but it’s also due to the sick kind of desire shooting down my spine.
This is the first time I’ve initiated anything sexual with Aiden. He’s usually the one who’s hunting me down and manipulating his way into my body.
Maybe he’s made me crave him. Maybe I can’t get enough of him.
Or maybe, just maybe, I’m as attuned to this type of sexual gratification as he is.
“What are you doing, sweetheart?” His voice is rougher than usual.
I bask in the feeling that I have this effect on him.
That feeling becomes tenfold deeper when I free his cock. It’s rock hard and pointing in my direction.
I glance up at him as I fist his dick with both hands.
His eyes are droopy as he groans deep in his throat, but he’s watching me with furrowed brows as if he can’t figure out my angle.
In the beginning, all I wanted was to stop him from fucking me in public.
I thought it’d work if I turn all the attention to him. He’s a bit easier to handle when I snatch some of the control.
I thought wrong.
Right now, as I take him in my hand, slowly stroking the skin, all I want to do is keep going.
There’s this need to engrave myself inside him deeper.
Stronger.
Harder.
So if, one day, he wants to get rid of me, he wouldn’t be able to.
Just like I’m unable to erase him from my mind, heart, and soul.
“Are you going to open that mouth for me, sweetheart?” he asks with a spark in his eyes.
I nod once.
“You’re going to take me deep in your throat like never before?”
I swallow and nod again.
“You’ll make me come, hmm?”
His dirty talk draws tingles at the base of my stomach. It’s about him, but it doesn’t make much difference.
Instead of answering him with words, I open my mouth.
Still clutching the base with my hands, I take him as far as I can and suck hard like he always told me to.
Aiden likes everything hard and rough, even a blowjob.
His fingers thread into my hair and he pulls the band free, letting the blonde strands cascade on my shoulders.
A groan rips from his throat, the masculine sound echoing all around us.
My heartbeat escalates at the thought that someone will hear or see us.
I fasten my pace, my movements frantic and somewhat all over the place.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” He grunts. “That mouth of yours is mine. Only mine.”
I nod, licking and sucking him in. My jaw hurts and so do my knees from kneeling on the hard asphalt, but I don’t stop.
I can’t even if I wanted to.
Aiden is letting me control the rhythm for the first time in... ever.
He rocks his hips and clutches me by the hair, but he’s not thrusting to the back of my throat or fucking my mouth.
He’s letting me please him as I see best.
“You’re getting good at that, sweetheart.” He grunts with an appreciative sound.
I continue with fast strokes.
He’s close.
I can feel it in the hard way he fists my hair.
In the stiffness of his muscles.
He thrusts in my mouth a few times, but they’re not brutalising. It’s more like