Page 22 of Aidan (The Doherty Mafia)
I just wanted to feel good for a change.
I just wanted to forget about every crap thing that had happened to me.
Aidan was the only one who could make me forget and I gave myself completely to him.
He held my legs apart with both his hands as he brought his mouth closer and closer to my swollen wet pussy.
He had seen me like this so many times before, but somehow, this felt like the first time again.
When his mouth pressed on my throbbing clit and I could feel his rough beard stroking my skin—it felt like I had never experienced this before.
I grabbed my own breasts and squeezed my nipples to heighten the sensation. Every part of my body I touched seemed to explode with joy.
His tongue slipped into my pussy. He stroked and stroked, gently at first. Then he moved one hand to my clit, rubbing it intensely while he sucked on my folds.
I arched my back, thrusting my hips upwards in an attempt to reach the sky. That was how I felt—like I was floating.
His tongue thrusts became quicker and stronger, and he rubbed my clit harder. Over and over again, pushing me to the edge. I was going to jump. I couldn’t hold back anymore. This wasn’t even a trick. I wasn’t trying to deceive him. I couldn’t pretend how much I enjoyed this.
It was actually happening. I bursted in his mouth as he started to make me come.
My juices flooded his mouth while I rolled and moved. My toes curled and I cried out his name in pleasure.
I wished this never had to end. I wished I could always feel like this. But slowly, my orgasm started to fade. It was almost over. I was afraid of what I would find on the other side.
Aidan’s mouth remained on me until he was sure I was done.
I couldn’t even catch my breath. The whole room spun. He didn’t have to use force to keep me down because I was sure I wouldn’t be able to move.
Slowly, he stood up. His pants were off, but I wanted all his clothes off.
Aidan extended his hand to help me stand up. I shook all over—still reeling from the force of that orgasm.
When I stood up, he let me go.
“Want another drink?” he asked.
I nodded my head vigorously.
I was grateful for anything that would help me stop shaking. Help stop the room from moving.
What was the plan? What was I doing here?
I couldn’t recall anything.
I sat up on the floor, watching as Aidan made me another whiskey on the rocks. He looked so damn sexy with his pants off and shirt open. I could see his chiseled torso, his flat stomach. Those six pack abs that looked like he was carved out of marble.
My cheeks flushed hot and red when he turned, catching me looking.
I knew it wasn’t over. Aidan wasn’t satisfied yet. It was just the start of the night.
I tried focusing on the task at hand. I’d suggested coming to his apartment for a specific reason. I wanted to root around in his things if I got the chance—which meant, I would have to try and stay here for as long as I could. Long enough that I might have a shot at being alone for a bit. Or until he fell asleep.
It would be a risk. If he caught me, that would be the end of everything. But I was desperate. Every time I closed my eyes, I was reminded of the look on the guy’s face. The one who barged into my apartment and threatened me. He wasn’t kidding around.
Aidan handed me the glass and I sipped the drink. He stood over me, sipping whiskey too. It was almost impossible to not stare up at his drool worthy body on full display in front of me.
Maybe he knew exactly how irresistible he was.
I knew I made it difficult for myself. I walked towards the point of no return. Nothing could save me now.
I had spent the past five years fantasizing about this man, and what it would be like to have another night with him.
Now I had it, but I couldn’t stop worrying. I wasn’t strong enough to resist falling for him again.
“What are you thinking?” Aidan asked.
I held up the glass, looking at the light in the room through the sparkling amber liquid.
“I’m trying not to think. I’m trying to empty my mind,” I replied.
“You’re not thinking about the past?”
I shook my head.
“I want to move on. I want to start afresh.”
We locked eyes and I sensed Aidan trying to figure me out. What did I mean by that? Start what afresh? He questioned if I was serious about wanting to be a part of his life.
Was I?
Would that be wise?
But if I was going to get any substantial information for the Barons, I would have to get involved. Aidan wouldn’t trust me otherwise.
