The Sextet - Entanglements [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (10 page)

She’d never done that before—had only heard about it—but she knew what she would find. Curling her finger upward, she stroked the upper wall until she discovered his prostate—smooth, firm, and rounded. Her touch sent more of his delightful wetness cascading down the stiff rod in her grasp. Soon, his breath was coming in gulping pants, and he was alternately pushing against her lips and sitting down hard on her hand.

She knew he was close. So very, very close… Releasing his balls, she went down on him again, savoring the unique, salty flavor of his cock. Tracing the surface of his prostate with a fingertip, she pressed harder with each sensuous rotation. Within moments, Aidan let out a yell as his penis fired off a round, flooding her mouth with his sweet warmth. Trish swallowed, pulling his cock ever deeper as the pressure on his gland sent spurt after spurt pouring down her throat.

Backing off to watch, Trish kept up the steady massage of his prostate, delighting in the way his cock pulsed with each sweep of her finger, small beads of semen still welling up through his slit. She shuddered with awe. “God, that’s beautiful.”

Aidan could barely lift his head. “Gladyouthinkso.”

“I do. Thanks for letting me see it. I feel…privileged somehow.”

“That makes two of us. Jeez, Trish. I had no idea. Seriously.” With a quick shake of his head, he opened his eyes.

Trish gave him one final sweep of her finger and slowly withdrew. His long, satisfied sigh made her feel strong and empowered, as though she had just saved a life.

His eyes were soft, dreamy. “You realize you’ve spoiled me now. No one else could top that. Ever.”

“I doubt it,” she said, attempting to laugh it off. “I’m sure there are plenty of women with better technique than mine.”

“Maybe,” he conceded. “But they wouldn’t be you.”

Chapter 4

Aidan could see tears gathering in her eyes. “I mean it, Trish. You never knew how I felt, did you? I think the other girls I’ve dated must’ve known there was something holding me back. My extra hair just gave them an out.”

She pressed her lips together and looked away, her body shaking with silent sobs.

“I’ve been in love with you all my life, but I never thought I stood a chance, so I didn’t bother to try. But yesterday I saw something in your eyes I’d never seen before. It scared me a little, until last night when I finally realized what it was. You were as turned on as I was, but you were trying to hide it because I’m younger, weren’t you? If you’re worried about that, don’t. I don’t care. I love you.

“Do you remember my graduation party? I hadn’t seen you in years, but I still felt the same way. I wanted to scream it at you then, but you were with some other guy…the same as always, and I was still just a kid. But I’m not a kid anymore. Six years is nothing, Trish. Don’t let it stop you. No one could ever love you more than I do. It simply isn’t possible.”

Trish was crying openly now. Pulling against the restraints in frustration, Aidan couldn’t stand not holding her in his arms for another second. “Kiss me or turn me loose. Either way, you’re not getting away from me again. Not if I have to tie you to the bed myself.”

“You won’t have to do that.”

Then heaven came down on him in the form of Trish. Her arms twined around his neck and back, her lips warm and tender on his own. He felt her tears on his cheeks as she kissed him the way he’d always dreamed of being kissed. Not with lust or passion, but with a love so profound it took his breath away.

“
Please
untie me.” Aidan didn’t care if he sounded like a beggar, and his cock didn’t care that it had just come harder than ever before. If he couldn’t make love with her now, he was just going to up and die.

Trish moved with astonishing speed. Free at last, he pulled her into his arms, running his hands all over the one woman he’d ever truly loved. His cock was consumed with fire, just as his mind was consumed with love. Though he knew she would be a feast for the eyes, he pulled off her clothes without even looking, needing only to feel her, warm and naked in his arms. The love of his life was lying with him, but she was so much better than his dreams. So soft, so warm…His fingers traced the line of her hip, the swell of her breasts, the fullness of her bottom. His mouth devoured hers, trailing kisses down the length of her body, from her cheek to her succulent core, pausing to tease her nipples into hard pebbles. The sounds she made drove him on, each new inch of her more delectable than the one before, every sigh adding fuel to the fire inside him.

Her flavor was like nothing he’d ever tasted, but her scent and silky wetness made his cock throb with restless anticipation. Reveling in the sounds she made when he licked her, he circled her clit with his tongue, just as her finger had done when she’d probed his ass. Aidan still couldn’t believe she’d done that to him, having no qualms when it came to giving him the most intense ecstasy of his life. He would do nothing less for her.

Feeling the same power she had undoubtedly felt when she sucked him, he teased her to climax, delighting in her response. When at last, she cried out his name and her body shook with the throes of her orgasm, Aidan felt a renewed surge of desire in his groin. With one last, lingering lick, he crawled up over her.

Her eyes were closed, her body still gripped with contractions, her softly parted lips begging for another kiss. He was actually touching Trish, combing her fiery hair back from her face—the face he saw in his dreams and on every woman he’d ever tried to love. She was the one. She had
always
been the one.

He kissed her gently. “I’ve got a condom. Do I need it?”

When she shook her head, Aidan let out a sigh. He’d been carrying the damn thing around for so long it would probably break when he put it on, aside from the fact that he didn’t want anything to come between them, for whatever reason. Never having done it before, he wasn’t sure how fast he should move, so he took it slowly—pushing, withdrawing, going deeper until he felt his balls resting against her skin. She fit him like a silk glove, taking every inch of him inside her as he filled her completely.

Aidan held himself up on his knees and elbows, his forearms beneath her back, his hands gripping her shoulders. Her lips formed a soft “O” as he began to move. Slowly at first, and then with increasing power and speed, he drove into her body, giving pleasure as well as receiving it. Trish’s legs were wrapped around his waist, her heels resting on his buns. Locked together, Aidan marveled at how perfectly they fit one another. The play of emotions on her face lured him onward, her intoxicating warmth assuring him that this was the right thing to do, the most wonderful thing he’d ever done.

Rocking back on his heels, he lifted her up with him, still holding her, kissing her face, nuzzling her lovely neck.

“Oh, Aidan,” she whispered. “You feel so right.” Her arms encircled his neck as he reached down to fill his hands with her luscious ass. Using only his hands, he slid her up and down on his cock. The sights and sensations were indescribable—her head thrown back, her rosy-nippled breasts right there in front of his face, her tight heat engulfing his dick, that fabulous ass in his hands… Her butt bouncing on his nuts nearly sent him over the edge.

Then Trish took control, pushing him over onto his back. His eyes were now filled with the image of Trish—
his
Trish—riding him like a horse. All of her naked loveliness stretched up above him, her bewitching eyes gazing down at him the way he’d always dreamed.

But this wasn’t a dream. It was real. He didn’t have to imagine anymore. He could hear her sighs as she swiveled her hips on him, enjoying him, giving him pleasure. Aidan drank in the sight of her, from the gleam of her hair to the fullness of her breasts, to the red curls where their bodies met and joined. As he watched, her movements became more erratic, more urgent, and he felt her inner muscles gripping his cock. Her body arched, and her head dropped back, her hair cascading over her shoulders as she climaxed, calling out his name.

Aidan couldn’t hold out any longer. With her every movement, she took him to new heights of ecstasy. When he came at last, he felt the thrill all the way to his toes.

Trish sighed as she fell forward onto his chest. “Oh, Aidan.” She lifted her head, her eyes round with wonder. “I never
dreamed
it could be like this.”

Aidan had had a lot of dreams involving Trish, most of them ending in a similar manner, but reality had those dreams beat by a mile. “I did—sort of—but this was
so
much better.”

He held her in his embrace until his erection subsided and he slipped from her body.
Until the next time…

He could have stayed right where he was, for hours on end. That is, if his stomach hadn’t broken the silence with a loud, persistent growl. “Guess we’d better go get a pizza, huh?”

Trish sat up, laughing as she grabbed a pillow and swatted him with it. “How unromantic!”

Capturing her in his arms, he pulled her down for a poignant kiss. How could he have ever imagined he could live without her or could find love in anyone’s arms but hers? “I think it’s
very
romantic. We’ve made love for the first time. Now we’ll go on our first date.”

Her smile was wistful. “You’re right. When I think of the years I spent falling in and out of love with guys who were so wrong for me.” She stopped there, shaking her head. “Maybe I had to go through all of that to be able to see that the best man I would ever meet was right next door.”

“I wasn’t there
all
the time,” he said. “I had some growing up to do.”

“True, but I wish I’d known. I feel like we’ve wasted so much time. Time we could’ve spent together.”

He gazed up at her, brushing a lock of her hair back with his fingertips, scarcely able to believe his luck. He was actually in bed with Trish. And she belonged to him now.
Amazing…
“No. This way was better.”

“How so?”

“I had to get through school first. And I had to prove to myself that you really were the only one for me by being with other girls who weren’t. I wouldn’t have had the nerve to go through with any of this otherwise.” He grinned wickedly “And I never would have known how much I liked being tied up and plucked.”

Trish giggled. “I’ll pluck you once a week.”

“Promises, promises.”

“I do promise—but you’re probably right. Maybe we both had to learn the hard way.” Cradling his face in her hands, she kissed him softly. “I love you, Aidan. I think I always have, and
know
I always will.”

* * * *

Getting dressed took longer than it would have if Trish had dressed herself, but since Aidan insisted on helping, it was another hour before they finally headed out the door. His hands on her body drove her wild, culminating in fiery kisses that seemed to have no end.

“Hang on,” Aidan said. “I need to tell Mom not to expect me for dinner.”

“You’re such a good son.”
And you’ll be a good father, too.

“Yeah, I am,” he said with a grin. “This’ll just take a second.” Aidan sprinted across the yard but then stopped short and ran back to her. “You’d better come with me,” he said, taking her hand.

Trish rolled her eyes. “Your mom is gonna
kill
me.”
And I wouldn’t blame her if she did.

He gave her hand a squeeze. “No she won’t.”

Trish wasn’t quite so sure. If she’d had a son Aidan’s age, she didn’t think she’d be too excited about the idea of her son marrying his former babysitter. It sounded sort of…kinky. “Promise?”

“Absolutely. I’ll be there to protect you from her wrath.”

Trish stifled a laugh. “That makes me feel
so
much better…”

“Trust me.”

A thrill passed through her body as she realized that, unlike so many men she’d known, she
did
trust him. “I do.”
Completely.
Still, she wasn’t convinced that Brenda would trust her with her son’s heart.

“Hey, Mom,” Aidan called as he opened the front door. “Trish and I are going out for pizza.”

“You and
Trish
?” Brenda called back, her tone just short of incredulous.

“Yeah, me and Trish.” Aidan grinned. “You know, the nice lady who lives next door?”

“Of course I know who you mean,” Brenda said, coming out of the kitchen. Even with Aidan there to back her up, Trish faced his mother with trepidation. She was a wonderful person with a terrific sense of humor, but still…
Just wish I didn’t feel like I was stealing her son.