Page 23 of Aidan (The Doherty Mafia)
He put down his glass and came closer to me.
“I definitely want to start something too,” he said, grabbing my glass and putting it away too.
A wave of desire passed through me when he pulled me up, cradling me in his arms to kiss me again.
I wrapped myself around his neck, waiting for more. I wanted him to do everything he wanted.
He pushed me to the wall, stretching my arms out and pinning me with his big muscular body.
I pulled his shirt off so I could feel the sharp edges of his muscles. He kissed me fiercely, taking my mouth, biting and sucking on my bottom lip. I thrust my hips into him, moving against his cock. I could feel it throbbing—big and strong against me.
“Is this what you want?” he groaned into my ear, nibbling my earlobe.
I moaned in response.
Even though I had meant something else when I said I wanted to start afresh—this would do for now.
He grabbed my hips, lifting me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His cock thrust into me in one smooth motion.
I cried out with a gasp at the sensation of having him inside me. He didn’t take it slow, or inch by inch. He was completely in me. I stared at him in surprise.
“Isn’t this why you wanted to see me again? Because you wanted to be fucked like this?” he growled.
I moaned again. He started moving. His thrusts became harder and stronger, in and out of me—bang bang bang. Our bodies banged together. My back pressed into the wall. He had me pinned. I couldn’t move, but it wasn’t like I wanted to either.
This felt good.
This was exactly what I needed. To forget everything else other than Aidan and his big rock hard cock.
I bounced up and down while clinging to him. I couldn’t take my eyes off him while he sank into me—deep. Then pulled out, then thrust in again. He was so big, and even though we had fucked so many times before, it felt new. Like somehow I’d forgotten how big he was, or how completely he filled me.
From past experience I knew I wouldn’t be walking straight the next day. I was going to pay for the pleasure I felt now.
“Please, Aidan, let me come,” I begged him.
He had his jaws clenched—in anger? Pleasure? Both?
He wasn’t as pleased by this fuck as he should have been. Maybe like me, he knew we were complicating things.
This was a bad idea.
But neither of us could stop.
He wedged his hand down between our bodies and stroked my clit gently with his thumb.
It was like he switched on the fuse on a detonator and a tiny bomb exploded inside me.
His cock plowed into me, hard and fast while I started coming again.
He groaned, looking at me deeper with his dark blue eyes and then he came too.
My dream came true. We came together.
I closed my eyes and tried to hold on to this moment, but I knew I would never forget it.
Having Aidan Doherty inside me was the most beautiful experience I have ever had.
Those were the only moments in the past five years when I didn’t completely hate myself.
Thirteen
Aidan
I thought fucking Leah once would be the end of all my desire for her. That once I had her, I wouldn’t want her again.
I’d forgotten how addictive she really was.
She had grabbed my shirt lying on the floor before I could get to it. When she put it on, it nearly reached her knees. It was huge on her, falling off her delicate shoulders. I was never getting the smell of her off that shirt.
Damn it.
She walked over to the couch and sat down. I put on my pants and went to the bar for another drink. That was good. An even better lay than I remembered her to be.
I brought her a beer and she took it from me. I had never pegged her for a heavy drinker. She was either drinking this much to drown her life’s sorrows, or something bothered her tonight and she needed the liquid courage.
Either way, I had decided to try my best to make sense of her tonight. I needed to clear this conflict in my head. Was Leah telling me the truth? The whole truth?
Was she going to tell me what she was doing with the Barons? Did she even know who they were? Had they tricked her somehow?
“So tell me again what you did when you left town like a good obedient girl.”
Leah curled her legs underneath her and rolled her eyes.
“Why can’t we talk about something else?” she asked.
“Because there’s nothing else to talk about.”
“There is a lot to talk about. You haven’t told me anything about you,” she insisted.
I didn’t feel like sitting down, so I paced around the room.
