He ate me through my orgasm, quickly bringing me right back up again. “No, don’t stop,” I cried when he backed away and kissed my inner thigh.
“Got you nice and ready for me, firecracker. Can’t wait another second to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock.” Aiden rose to his knees and wrapped my legs around his waist, the tip of his dick notched against my entrance.
I needed him inside me too much to worry about what was about to happen. Locking my ankles behind his back, I tried not to tighten up when he started to press forward. He only made it about an inch before pulling his hips back and driving into me with one powerful thrust.
“Holy shit, little firecracker,” he growled as his body stilled. “Are you a virgin?”
I wiggled my hips, startled by how full I felt with him inside me but surprised that there wasn’t a lot of pain. “Not anymore.”
“You should've warned me.” He softened his rebuke by giving me a soft kiss. “I would have been more careful with you.”
I twined my arms around his neck, pulling his head down so I could give him a kiss. “I didn’t need careful. I just wanted you to take me.”
“I hope you get what this means.” He bit down on my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. “You gave yourself to me, and there’s no going back.” He smirked. “Not that I was gonna let you go before.”
I hoped he still felt the same when he found out who I was, but I didn’t have the chance to worry about that for too long because he pulled out of me and slammed right back in. There was no soft and slow. He kept the same furious pace while giving me two more orgasms. Only then was he ready to focus on his own pleasure.
“Give me another one, firecracker. Wanna come with you,” he grunted as he lifted one of my legs and brought it over his shoulder so he could go even deeper. The new position felt amazing.
“So close again already,” I panted.
He kept his eyes locked on mine as he pumped in and out of me. Over and over again until I couldn’t take it anymore. My body tightened as pleasure exploded in my veins, and my pussy clamped down hard around his dick, taking him with me. There were a million things we should talk about—including the fact that he hadn’t used a condom and I wasn’t on birth control—but a long day followed by my unexpected shift at work plus the orgasms were too much for me. With his body wrapped around me and the sound of his heart pounding in my ear, I drifted off to sleep.
4
Rider
I woke up with empty arms—I’d expected a warm, soft body to be pressed against me—and frowned when I opened my eyes. Wendy wasn’t in bed, and a quick swipe of my hand revealed that the sheets were cold.
The shower wasn’t running, but I climbed out of bed and padded over to the bathroom to see if she was in there. Nope. Exiting the room, I glanced at the clock on the bedside table.
Fuck. I didn’t have time to chase her ass down. I was a groomsman in Breaker’s wedding, and if I didn’t show up for shit on time, he’d kick my ass just because I might have put Ireland’s perfect wedding at risk. I wanted to mock him...but now that I’d found Wendy, I knew I’d do anything to make her happy.
I just had to fucking find her first.
My temper flared, and I grunted in irritation as I snatched up my jeans and pulled them on. Then I stalked to the nightstand to grab my cell phone. That was when I saw the note propped against the lamp.
Aiden,
Last night was incredible. I’m sorry you’re waking up alone—morning sex seemed like an awesome idea. ;) I didn’t want to wake you when you looked so peaceful, but I had an early appointment.
Let’s do this again.
Wendy
We would definitely be doing this again. As far as I was concerned, we wouldn’t be spending another night apart. If we were forced to sleep alone because I couldn’t find her, then I was going to spank her for each one of those nights. Maybe I’d find some other reason to redden her perfect ass.
Between that thought and her mention of morning sex, my cock—which had already been hard from the morning—swelled painfully.
Cold shower. Need a cold shower.
After a very fast, very frigid shower, I dressed and hunted down a pen to write a note on the back side of Wendy’s.
Count on it, little firecracker.
I left my message on the kitchen counter, then grabbed my helmet, wallet, and keys before heading out the door. I stopped at the clubhouse to change, grab my wedding clothes, and hop in my restored 1970 Datsun. By the time I’d driven out to the center of town, I was a couple of minutes early to my destination.