CLIO
His mouth worked its way to my breasts, and my fingers clutched the edge of the piano as he yanked the cups, forcing my flesh to spill free. To my satisfaction, he nearly hissed when he laid eyes on my chest, and his mouth wasted no time in showing the same kind of love and attention he paid to my neck and lips.
I was resisting the urge to move my hips when his tongue started licking at my nipples, but when he closed his mouth around one and started gently sucking, I could feel myself clench.
I let out an anguished moan. I was enjoying every bit of this foreplay, but I needed some relief fast. I hadn’t even realized that I’d started grinding my hips against him until I heard his husky chuckle against my breast, the vibration of his laugh only making my need that much sharper.
“Aidan, please,” I whimpered.
“Patience, love, you know I’m going to take care of you,” he assured with a sexy grin before sucking my other breast into his mouth and letting his hand trail down until he was cupping my sex through my panties.
I couldn’t help myself; I was going off pure physical need, so I started to grind against his hand. “So hot and needy, Clio. Tell me, will I find you wet and ready for me when I touch you here?” he asked as slid the crotch of my panties to the side, then slid his finger through the cleft. We both groaned at his touch.
I was soaking, and I could tell this excited him. “Fuck, Clio,” he cursed. “Is that all for me?” he asked as he placed hot, wet kisses down my quivering stomach.
“Yes, you know it is,” I moaned, my hips growing restless.
He moved away slightly then, far enough to slide my panties down my legs, his eyes drinking me in the whole time. I shuddered beneath his gaze. “You know how badly I’ve wanted to taste you since that morning on the beach? It’s damn near all I could think about next to what it would feel like to be inside you,” he confessed huskily.
I moaned shakily as he dipped his head, flicking his tongue against the engorged bud nestled at the crux of my thighs. I cried out then, “Aidan.”
“Lay back and relax, Clio. Let me feast on your sweetness,” he said, his breath hot against my core. I cried out again when he slid a finger inside me, feeling my walls spasming as he worked in and out.
When he started sucking gently on my bud, I thought my head was going to explode. His mouth and fingers worked in tandem with him taking small breaks to coo loving and filthy things to me, things that made me clench tight around his fingers and long for more. I wanted it all, and I wanted it now.
“Aidan!” I cried. “I think I’m going to come.” My words came out as an anguished moan. My back was bowing off of the piano, and I could feel my orgasm racing towards me.
“That’s it, baby, that’s it. Come for me like a good girl,” he said in a low voice. His voice undid me, and my orgasm consumed me.
I screamed out, I couldn’t help it, and he was right there murmuring how beautiful I was and how much he couldn’t wait to take me. It was almost enough to make me come again.
I looked into his eyes. I could see the need there, but I could also see the immense satisfaction he clearly took from pleasuring me.
I reached for him then, kissing his swollen lips and tasting myself on them, the knowledge of what we’d just done-what he’d just done for me- making me all the hotter. “Fuck, that was amazing. I can only imagine how it will be after we-” That’s when I heard it, footfalls on the porch steps.
I could feel my eyes nearly bug out of my head as I bolted upright as the sounds of steps grew closer.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I muttered. Aidan heard it, too, helping me back into my shorts and getting me snapped back up just before the front door swung open and Lila’s voice rang out across the living room. “Honeys I’m home.”
By the time she rounded the corner, I was sitting back at the piano bench with Aidan casually (as possible anyway) leaning over the back of it. My heart pounded so damn hard that I was sure everyone in the room could hear.
“Oh, no fair!” Lila exclaimed when she saw us. “You managed to get her to play again? You have to tell me your secret-she’s usually Ms. Shrinking Violet when it comes to the piano.”
I hope to God my blush wasn’t too obvious as Aidan shot me a wink, then said, “Actually, she was working out a welcome home song, weren’t you, Clio?” he said, giving me that easy, infectious smile.
“Yes, right,” I said, then launched into a rendition of Aretha Franklin’s R-E-S-P-E-C-T. A song I knew to be one of Lila’s go-to songs to get her pumped up.
“Ooooh, yes, this is my jam,” she announced, breaking out into a silly, little dance. I laughed at her moves, knowing she was making them intentionally goofy.
During one of her turns, a scrap of pink fabric caught my eye beneath the piano. I managed to catch Aidan’s eye while Lila was still turned. Luckily, he saw what I saw and swept the panties back behind with his foot. Pasting a smile back on his face, he tried to appear normal as Lila spun around.
Aidan clapped for both of us as I finished the song and Lila did a lop-sided pirouette as her finishing move. I felt a pang of guilt for having this light-hearted moment after doing something that I was sure would, at the very least, piss off my best friend.
I shoved that thought away, though. Nobody would have to get hurt as long as this stayed between me and Aidan, and I clung to that thought as Lila slipped off her heels. “Man, oh man, what a day. I have so much to tell you all.”
“I was thinking you could tell us all about it over dinner?” Aidan offered. “You feel up to going out, or do you want me to pick something up for all of us?”
“Oh my god, Chinese takeout sounds amazing right now. Is that ok with you, Clio? I just don’t feel like going out tonight,” Lila said.
“Yeah, that’s fine with me,” I agreed.
“Great, that’ll give me time to take a quick shower before dinner. I can’t wait to get out of these stuffy ass clothes,” Lila said, slipping out of her rumpled blazer.
“That works, and if you’re going to be in the shower, why doesn’t Clio ride along with me?” Aidan suggested, grabbing his keys off the counter.
I froze slightly, not quite sure what the hell he thought he was doing, but I quickly agreed to go to keep Lila from getting suspicious. Lucky for both Aidan and I, Lila seemed too tired to notice any hesitation on my part.
“Okay.” Lila yawned as she headed toward the hallway, calling over her shoulder, “And I wouldn’t be mad if you wanted to pick up dessert, too.”
“Right. Dessert,” Aidan said, looking at me the whole time with a knowing look.
Shit, what had I gotten myself into?