Riding Curves Page 4

  On my way to bed, my mom hooked my arm and pulled me into the bathroom. She opened her mouth, ready to issue what I presumed was another warning to tread lightly with Aiden's heart.

  As if! He had changed his mind. That fact was coming through loud and clear. I didn't need to spend graduate school specializing in communications to catch that message. I told her as much as an infuriating smile curved her lips.

  "Glad at least someone's happy about it, Mom."

  "You haven't seen him look at you tonight when your back is turned, baby." Opening the little cupboard under the sink, she pulled out a small dust-covered box.

  "Co--" I stopped before I yelled the word. "Mom, really. Condoms? We're not...he -- he doesn't..."

  I finished with an emphatic shake of my head, my arms folded across my chest. "And, might I add, gross! Are those from before I was born?"

  Another one of her laughs, that one sounding like a lusty bar maid. "Not quite, dear."

  Reaching up, she gripped the point of my chin so I couldn't look away. "Just take one with you to bed. I'm too young to be a granny. And, whatever you decide, I want it to be because you have a choice."

  She turned, her hand resting lightly on the door. "I'll make sure your father stays in bed. You and Aiden at least need to talk, young lady."

  I closed my eyes, refusing to talk about it any further with her. Aiden didn't have anything he want to discuss -- or do -- with me. No matter what she thought she saw when he looked at me, she was wrong. Clearly, she wasn't as infallible as I had once thought. Aiden had made his mind up back in the woods. He might have genuinely wanted me, was maybe even turned on by the curves that made other men's stomach roll in disgust, but he didn't want a virgin.

  The irony of that Catch-22 wasn't lost on me, only it hurt too much to laugh.

  "Honey, have you...before, you know?"

  Her voice sounded as pink as my cheeks! Groaning, I presented her my back, not even realizing she could read every last wrinkle of my horrified expression in the mirror.

  "Kevin didn't exactly like girls, did he?"

  My eyes flew open. I saw her reflection, her eyes brimming with tender concern.

  "His mother might have been blind, but not me." Her gaze dipped and I could tell she was remembering just how awful Kevin's mom was. "You were a good friend to him, Cece."

  I nodded, my throat too tight to say anything. Maybe she was all seeing after all.

  "I really am, dear." She threw a wink at me in the mirror and then disappeared into the hall, her laughter light and drifting behind her.

  I retreated to the second bedroom and stripped down to my tee and panties. I waited in bed, restless as the hours ticked by. Mom turned in around eleven, dragging Dad with her. I was half certain Aiden had decided to spend the night on the couch when midnight passed and I was still alone.

  Close to nodding off, I heard the door open softly around twelve-thirty. My eyes had adjusted to the dark and I watched him toe off his boots and socks and slide from his jeans. He folded the jeans over the bottom edge of the bed and then pulled his t-shirt off and placed it alongside them. He kept his back to me the entire time.

  Unwilling to let him off the hook by pretending to sleep, I pushed up on one elbow and whispered his name.

  "Aiden…"

  In the low light, I saw him run a hand over his chest and then he raised it to brush a lock of his short hair behind his ear.

  "Damn it, Aiden. You could at least talk to me about this." I managed to keep my strangled voice low. I wanted to yell and throw my pillow at him. He had been more than ready to fuck me earlier that dad. Why should he freak out and do a one-eighty because it would be my first time?

  Surprising me, he turned and crossed over to my bed. Sitting center edge of the mattress, he brushed his fingertips along my cheek. He bent over me and kissed the other cheek, his hand cupping the side of my face.

  When a mournful sigh left him, I punched his shoulder. "Don't you dare back out."

  Grabbing my wrist, he folded my arm across my chest and leaned closer. "Little girl, there's nothing to talk about. When I touched you earlier, I wanted your complete surrender. I lost control, did something I never would have if I'd known you were a virgin."

  A part of me thrilled at his confession. He had sought to dominate me, to mark me as his own by doing something those novice college boys would never have the balls to do. That didn't mean I was going to let him off the hook!

  "So you'd rather I found some boy at school to fuck first?" It wasn't so much a question as an accusation.

  He growled against my ear, but finished with a softly voiced, "Maybe."

  I threaded my fingers through his short hair and tugged. "Not gonna happen."

  It was more than my having lusted after him so many years. Other men might have taken me merely because they could. A cherry to brag about, a warm, moist hole on a lonely night. But Aiden wanted me as much as I wanted him. He was turned on by my curves and the shelter of soft flesh against his hard muscled planes. I trusted that he wasn't thoughtless and would never hurt me intentionally. I couldn't say that about any other potential lover.

  I gave another tug, my voice threatening to break into tears. "Aiden, it matters to me that you're my first."

  He brushed his cheek against mine, the stubble sending a delicious shiver all the way down to my toes. "Baby girl, I was aiming to be your last."

  My last.

  My forever lover.

  My fairytale.

  Mom was right. I could hear it in Aiden's voice. It was a hard thing to imagine -- a girl like me able to break the heart of a man like him.

  When I didn't say anything, he started to pull back. Hearing a shaky breath escape him, I tightened my grip. My own breathing had altered, shaped by his words into something slow and deep. I lifted my head, pressed my lips to his.

  I had memorized that kiss out in the woods and I repeated it. Only this time, I was in charge.

  "Baby girl, you don't know what this means to me."

  But I did. I knew and I welcomed it. Hadn't "forever" always been the other half of my Aiden fantasies -- nestled between all the imagined hard kisses and warm, liquid press of flesh.

  I rolled, pushing him onto his back on the narrow bed.

  "Don't worry," I promised. "I'll drive slowly."

  My panties still on, I straddled him and removed my shirt. I leaned forward, letting my bare breasts rub against his chest.

  A soft moan escaped him, but he otherwise held himself rigid.

  I curled my arms around his head, holding him motionless while I pressed a soft kiss against his forehead, along his brow. He bit at his lower lip, his stomach clenching as he tried to sink into the mattress.

  I kissed the side of his jaw and then the little dip just below the center of his mouth, my palms trailing from his shoulders to cover his nipples.

  Aiden drew in a rough breath, his hands finally leaving the mattress to grip my waist. He held them there and I wasn't sure whether he was working up the will power to ease me off him. No way in hell was I going to give him a chance to retreat to his bed.

  I shifted, putting my weight on my knees and sliding them down the mattress until my torso molded against him, my mound aligning along the rigid line of his cock.

  His hands slid down to my hips and squeezed.

  A good sign -- a really good sign.

  Suppressing a smile, I traced the seam of his lips with my tongue before I drew the bottom lip in and sucked on it. His thumbs pressed against the hollow of my hips, his grip tightening as his hips flexed beneath me. I felt the swell of his cock through the thin fabric of my underwear, the pressure crowding my clit until I jerked against him, my moan filling his mouth.

  Another mewling whisper of need escaped me as he tugged me closer. I was getting wet, soaking my panties. I wiggled my hips, the little noises leaving me more insistent as my arousal burned hotter.

  That last little whimper was all it took. He flipped me with
an ease that belied my size. I found myself with my back pressed into the mattress, his big body covering mine. He shoved one hand between my legs, the other knotted in my hair.

  He shushed me.

  "No moans, baby."

  I nodded but another hot whine escaped me.

  "None of those sexy little whimpers, either." He gave me one slow kiss before he moved down my body, stopping to suckle at my breasts. He pressed them together, buried his face between them for a second before grazing his teeth over to one nipple and drawing it into his mouth.

  I pressed my fist to my lips, already wanting to groan at how good it felt to have his mouth on me like that, the sucking tender and deliberate, his muscled abdomen grinding at my mound. Flexing my ass cheeks, I pumped against his hard stomach.

  "Patience, baby. I'm going to suck down there, too."

  Oh, God! Did he seriously expect me not to whimper when he talked like that? Just the thought of what he was going to do made my pussy throb, a fresh flood of need drenching my skin.

  And when he actually started doing it? When he stripped my panties away and his tongue touched my clit for the first time?

  I pressed the pillow to my face to keep from screaming then arched hard against his mouth. He slid his arms up under my ass and wrapped his hands around my hips to pull me back down. He took his time teasing the hood, his tongue dipping into the narrow opening to prod and push at the small pearl inside before he sucked hard on it. He followed with gentle strokes up and down.

  I squeezed and thrust, riding his mouth like a pin ball machine, hips pushing left then right. His tongue penetrated me, sending a tidal wave rolling through me, my nipples spiking, another moan ruthlessly whipped from me.

  His arms stretched up to grip my tits and squeeze. Pinching the nipples, he ground them then tugged them high, the hard pulls matching the strokes of his tongue on and in me. A few more tugs and licks and my first climax ripped through me, leaving me a quivering, wet mess.

  Aiden surfed back up the bed and kissed me deeply. He lifted his lower body up for a few seconds, pushing and kicking his briefs off. Kissing me again, he slid his cock over my mound. Thick and long, it had me biting at my lip, the anticipation of what it would feel like inside me almost overwhelming.

  "Aiden..." I butted against the steely shaft. "Aiden, please."

  He ignored my soft cries, kissing my collarbone, the curve of his smile detectible against my flesh. Bringing his hand between us, he pressed three fingers flat against the entrance to my cunt. He massaged it, rubbing hard and wide. "You're sopping wet, baby."

  "Because I'm ready for you to be inside me," I whispered. "Stop teasing and take me -- make me yours."

  He pushed two fingers just inside the rim of my pussy, stretched them far apart and slid them back out. Again, a little deeper on the dip in, wider on the retreat. The third time, he curled the tips and slowly stroked at the fat knot of flesh just inside the gate. "Wet and so very swollen, Cece."

  "Aiden, hell!" I was ready to scream, or to come screaming. I had never dared put anything inside me and just those two thick inches of push and rub were blowing my mind.

  He pressed harder against the knot, hard enough I could feel the pressure against my clit. His mouth descended once more. I grabbed my full tits, squeezed hard at them as I searched for some counterpoint to the pleasure cresting inside me. I wanted Aiden in me before I came again.

  He had other plans.

  His mouth covered my clit, suckling the hood while his lips moved up and down the shaft. Shallow but firm probes inside me, pressing and squeezing. Before I knew it was going to happen, a stream of fluid squirted from me. He moaned against my cunt and stroked a hard line as his mouth formed a seal against my flesh. I squirted again, my ass lifting off the mattress. He stayed with me, letting me ride his mouth, swallowing my stream until I slowly sank back down onto the bed.

  Aiden stood, half staggered over to the dresser where he had stored the saddle bag from his bike. He reached in then I heard the crinkle of a foil wrapper and saw his hand pass over his dick, the pale latex making it more visible in the light.

  He climbed back on the bed, our bodies barely touching as he rested his weight on his elbows. He dipped his hips the slightest bit, just enough that his cock lightly rubbed against my mound. He pressed his face alongside mine.

  "Does that happen often?" His breath was hot against my ear, his stubble wonderfully rough along my cheek.

  "Never," I answered. I didn't know whether I should be embarrassed by what my body had done.

  "Baby, I want to make you do that every time," he groaned, pivoting his hips to position the head of his cock against my pussy. He extended his arms until his upper torso hovered above me, just our legs and the naughty bits making any contact.

  I curled my hands around his biceps and lifted my hips just a fraction in anticipation.

  "It's a good thing you're all shadows," he murmured. "I couldn't control myself seeing all these lush curves, your skin flushed and shining."

  He wedged the tip against the opening of my sheath and gave the barest push. "I wouldn't be able to take it slow."

  I brought my knees up to press against his hips, urging him on. He sank a little deeper, the widest diameter of his cock stretching the tight rim of muscle. Another push and he breached the entrance. My pussy snapped shut around the head.

  We moaned in unison and then he pulled back, breached me again to penetrate a fraction deeper. I pressed my palms flat against the hard plates of his chest. My fingers curled in need, my nails digging into his flesh as I raised my hips and swiveled. I dipped, ready to thrust up and impale myself, but he pushed first, spearing me hard and fast. My ass hit the mattress and then I slammed my hips up to meet his.

  He pushed me down, his weight fully on me as he took up a slow grind broken intermittently by a hard, deep stroke. Every push all the way in felt like a hot brand searing my flesh, marking me as his for all time.

  My pussy squeezed at his shaft. I wrapped my legs around his hips, locked my ankles and gripped his lower body to me. Slipping his forearm beneath my ass, he cinched me tightly to him as the bed started to protest our thrusts and heavy grinds.

  "You're so tight, Cece. So fucking tight." He kissed me hard on the mouth, his tongue invading me. "I can feel you flutter around my cock."

  Squeezing my thighs, I drew myself tighter to Aiden's body. He filled me, stretching my pussy. I could feel the press of his flat stomach against my clit, the motion of our bodies making it slide between my labia, teasing me inside and out. I couldn't breathe properly. I just kept sucking in air, my eyes growing wider with each intake. It left me all at once in a long shuddering moan that I couldn't hold in. My sheath clenched wildly around him, my muscles rolling up and down his shaft as my climax pulsed throughout my pussy, from the tight rim of muscle at its beginning to deep up inside my lower gut.

  He panted, no longer slow fucking me but pumping hard in and out, his pace furious as I clenched tighter and tighter and started to groan. His mouth came down on mine, muting but not silencing the sounds of the intense pleasure running through me. And then he froze, his entire body immobile except for the rhythmic twitch of his cock inside me as he came. I squeezed, roll my hips, milking his shaft as he started to tremble against me.

  His strokes resumed until they gently ground to a halt and he broke the kiss.

  He rested his forehead against my shoulder, our breathing slowly returning to normal as we listened -- hearts thundering against one another -- to the sounds of the house.

  My dad's snore rumbled through the living room, its valleys filled by the soft whistles of my mom. Softly laughing, Aiden kissed my throat. We both knew there would be time enough to face my parents as a couple, but at that moment we were relieved to have gone undiscovered.

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  Come Sunday morning, forever started to feel like the fairytale it was. Shortly before dawn, Aiden kissed me chastely on the forehead, grabbed hi
s clothes and headed for the bathroom. The early departure wasn't unusual. Even my trusting, good-natured father would have been highly suspicious if Aiden wasn't ready to take the boat out fishing at the butt crack of dawn.

  The kiss, on other hand, deflated my expectations. Waking next to Aiden in the narrow bed several times through the night to find myself cradled in his loose embrace, I had anticipated a more lingering good-bye kiss full of tongue and licks and gentle nibbles before he joined my father on the boat.

  Initially, I reminded myself how much a creature of habit Aiden was -- steadfast and predictable. His routine at the lake had never before involved teasing me with a kiss that promised another long night of our bodies entwined, his tongue invading my mouth as a prelude to his cock fucking slow and sure in and out of me.

  By the time lunched rolled around, the predictable creature of habit that was Aiden Perry morphed into a specter for Monday's kiss-off that I couldn't shove down. I mentally catalogued every female who had flitted into and quickly out of our lives because of her temporary, intense relationship with him. I had often thought he was caught in a cycle of rejecting women before they could reject him. It was a totally stupid cycle, but I knew his history.

  I knew his mother. Even after my parents took Aiden under their wing, she had danced in and out of his life, arriving when she needed a sympathetic shoulder and departing as soon as she thought she had found a permanent solution to her loneliness.

  But even Winona Perry's flings lasted longer than Aiden's.

  As we rolled into Auburn in the rental on Monday, I realized I was about to become his shortest known fling to date. The entire drive, his attention remained riveted on the road. We made no stops except for gas and lunch, his body and its language remote across the restaurant table. Each time I reached across the car's center console to make brief contact, he tensed.

  I stopped trying once we reached the city line and remained quiet until we parked in front of my dorm. He turned the engine off, but didn't say anything.

  "Why?" I asked. Something was going on inside his head, I knew it. It was not something my dad had said on the lake or anything like that. It had happened overnight on Saturday between that last kiss ripe with post-coital bliss and the pre-dawn wakening.