Obsessed(36)

Panicked, I licked my lips and whispered contritely, “Aston –”

“Shut up,” he interrupted harshly.

I did. I searched for words to apologize when I felt a hand wrap around my ankle. With a gasp, I was yanked down the mattress. In under a second, he was over me, trapping my body beneath him. I felt his large hands on my legs, felt him spreading them wide apart. He settled himself between them, and dipped his head to me, nose touching nose.

“You want me like this?” he asked, an edge in his voice.

Like what? I wanted to ask. Until he gently rocked against that part between my legs that sent jolts of untapped pleasure throughout my body. I gasped in shock-+++

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“Yes,” I answered thoughtlessly, my voice tinged with desire.

He kissed my mouth and slid his tongue along the crease of my trembling lips. “And like this?”

I sucked in a mouthful of air. “Yes.”

Settling his forearms on either side of my head, he kissed me again, deeper this time, and pressed between my legs once more. I shook under him, flushed and panting. Fearing he might disappear any second, my hands balled into his shirt. He didn’t move away. He pressed his lips to mine, tasting them, exploring them. I was breathless and hot, kissing him back without restraint. It felt so good. His mouth was heaven, and I was floating.

“Like this?” he continued to ask.

“Yes,” I continued to pant. “Oh, God, yes.”

He continued rocking into me, fully clothed, that barrier slowly driving me mad. I wanted us flesh on flesh, wanted his hands to roam my body. Instead, he stayed that way, hips between my legs, mouth on mouth. He moved slowly, grinding into me with the perfect rhythm, triggering that special spot each time.

He licked my lips. “You think about doing this with me, Elise?”

“Yes,” I quivered.

“How long have you been thinking it?”

“Forever.”

He let out a breath as I felt him harden between my legs. “Good.”

He rocked into me over and over again, until my mind fled into the darkness. I wasn’t anyone in that moment. I was a vessel of feeling, focusing solely on his powerful movements. I took what he gave me, until the jolts of pleasure stretched longer, grew fiercer. I cried out his name in his mouth as it exploded inside of me, a current so strong, I shook beneath him, gripping his shirt so tight it hurt.

He stopped moving after that. He listened to my quiet moans, his body rigid. My hands loosened and he was quick to pull away. He sat down on the edge of the bed where he’d been before and neither of us spoke. I watched him run his hand through his hair and sigh. I wanted to know what he was thinking, but I didn’t want to risk hearing his guilt.

I was still catching my breath. My limbs were loose, my body…tender. He had selflessly grinded me into orgasm. It was incredible. More than incredible, it was everything and more.

“What are you thinking?” I finally whispered in the tiniest voice.

He turned his head to me. “Giving you that means you’re not going on your date, right?”

My jaw dropped. “You…did that so I wouldn’t see Patrick?”

“I did that because I wanted to, but I want to hear it from your mouth you’re not picking him over me. So say it.”

I felt unnerved by the demand in his voice. Another layer of Aston had just been peeled for me to see.

“I’m not picking him over you,” I told him.

“And?”

“And…I’m not going on that date.”

“Good. Don’t make me jealous again.”

“I wasn’t trying to.”

“No? You think I didn’t see you pressing up against him the second I went inside that store? Every fucking time I was around, you did it, waiting for me to react. I didn’t think you were like that, El.”

I pursed my lips. Yeah, he was right. Whatever. Call me desperate, but when you’re living with a wall you’re in love with, sometimes you just want to watch it crack.

Before I could say anything else, a knock sounded out.

“Aston, honey,” I heard Mom call.

My heart jumped to my throat. Did she hear us? Would she see me? A bolt of excuses tore through me, but Aston got up swiftly, grabbed the covers and threw them over me. I didn’t move, didn’t breathe, didn’t see anything. My heart went off like a jackhammer as I panicked under two inch layers of fabric. What if she caught me hiding? Then it would be obvious, and hell would break loose. Or would it?

With bated breath, I heard him go to the door and open it. “Yeah,” he said.

“Your father’s waiting in the shed, says he wanted to show you that mine storm thing.”

“Mindstorm,” he corrected her.