"I know what you need," he says in a tight voice, his thrusts nonstop and punishing. "I know exactly what your body begs me for every time we're together. Do you really think I won't give it to you?" His hands slide up my sides until they're cupping my breasts, alternating between squeezing appreciatively and giving my nipples a hard pinch.
My moans become louder the more he plays with me. By the time he moves on from my chest, my nipples are so sensitive that the first scratch against the coarse fabric of the pool table makes me gasp and contract around Aiden's cock.
"Fuckyes, that's what I was waiting for," he hisses, his thrusts increasing in intensity. "See, baby? I know what you need."
My orgasm is already rising like a tidal wave by the time his hands shift to another grip. They move up to my shoulders, where he can both hold me down on the table and use the grip as leverage to fuck me harder. Which he does. And which immediately catapults me into an explosion.
"There it is," he groans, enjoying the vice grip of my pussy clenching around him. "God, you feel amazing."
I barely hear him over the roaring in my ears, over the pleasure completely taking over my body. All I can do is let the sensations roll through me.
When he feels me go limp on the table, his hips slow slightly. He massages my shoulders for a brief moment before gently caressing along my back. He even drops a kiss to the skin below my ear that he knows makes me shiver. And when it does, and when my breath catches once again, I know he did it intentionally.
“We're not done yet, Dani."
I let out a whimper at the words, but even still my pulse starts to race as he gathers my hair in his hands. When he tugs my head back and lifts me onto my forearms, once again starting to fuck brutally into me, I know it's not going to take him long to make me come again.
"I want one more," he growls. "Give me one more, Dani." Then his other hand slides over my hip and down to my clit, and the pleasure ratchets again.
His fingers brush across me, faster and faster, both his touch and his thrusts beginning to feel desperate. Like he needs me to get therenow. And that thought is confirmed when he pulls my hair hard enough to lift me higher up, onto my hands.
The new angle now has him hitting my G-spot with every snap of his hips.
"Oh God,oh God,that's gonna make me come so hard, oh myGod…" I babble. Between his fingers stroking me outside and his dick hitting me inside, I am very rapidly being driven toward an orgasm even bigger than the last one.
"Yes, that's what I wanted to hear," he hisses excitedly. "Give it to me, Dani. Show me who fucks you."
If my last orgasm was an explosion, this one is an atom bomb. Pleasure explodes into every inch, every cell of my body. I'm lost to the world, lost to everything that isn'tthis blisstaking over me. And I can't do anything but let it happen.
When it finally abates an eternity later, I'm slumped on the pool table with Aiden breathing heavily against my back. He must have come because he's not moving anymore, he's just limp and trying to catch his breath.
"You're going to ruin me for other women," he groans in my ear.
And it must be the pleasure-coma that makes me say it, because after our sensitive conversation earlier, the last thing I should be doing is encouraging him. And yet, I can't stop myself from responding with a breathless, "Ditto."
I feel his smile against my shoulder but he must sense I don't want any affection from him because he pulls away without another word. He doesn't kiss me, doesn't touch me, he just straightens and begins to right his clothes.
I lift up and do the same.
"Do you need help closing up?" he asks as he zips up his jeans.
I wince when I pull my own jeans back on. Maybe no underwear was a bad idea."No, that's okay. You can head out, I only have a few things to finish before I lock up."
He scoffs at that. "I'm not leaving you here alone. I'll just wait until you're done." He cuts down my outraged glare with a hard stare of his own. "Sorry, sweetheart, independent woman or not, I'm not leavinganyoneto lock up a Philly bar on their own at midnight. Deal with it."
I glare at him for a moment longer before turning away with a sigh. "Fine. Wait if you want to. But if you're staying in the hopes of getting a goodnight kiss at the end of this, then you weren't listening earlier."
He shrugs but takes a seat again at the bar, settling in to watch me as I finish the final closing tasks.
It only takes me a few minutes. Especially when Aiden helps to throw the barstools up and lets me get started on the sweeping. Less than ten minutes after our conversation, I'm hustling him out the door and locking up behind me.
Thankfully, there's a taxi coming down the street right as we turn around. I lift my hand to wave it down, and when it flashes its lights in acknowledgement, I turn to Aiden to say goodbye.
"Alright, pretty boy, thanks for the ride. Call me if—"
I'm cut off when he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me tight to his body. His lips are on mine before I can even react.
I stiffen in surprise but he patiently continues the kiss as he waits for me to return the affection. When I do, when I eventually melt against his embrace, he lets out a pleased sigh and sinks his other hand into my hair so he can pry my lips open with his tongue and deepen the kiss.