16. Aiden

CHAPTER 16

Aiden

Levi’s hands framed my jaw, firm but so tender they made me feel like I might shatter. How had I managed to resist this long? His face was so close, his eyes steady and soft, but there was something deeper there too—something that hit me in a place I didn’t even know existed. Something that hurt and healed all at once.

I was breaking every rule I’d set for myself. Smashing them like glass. And I didn’t care.

“Aiden,” Levi said, his voice low, almost reverent. My name had never sounded like that before—like something sacred.

I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned in and kissed him, half-expecting him to pull away, to laugh at me, to remind me why this was such a bad idea. But he didn’t. His lips met mine, hesitant at first, then hungrier, like he’d been waiting just as long as I had.

God, he was warm. The kind of warmth that seeped into your bones, chased away every chill. My hands fisted in his shirt, my knees threatening to buckle as I melted into him. Every shift of his lips, every subtle move of his body, sent a shiver racing down my spine. It felt like freefalling—terrifying, exhilarating, inevitable.

Then he stopped.

“Wait,” he murmured, resting his forehead against mine. His breath came unevenly, his hands stayed on me, but the kiss was over.

The rejection burned more than I wanted to admit. “Why?” I asked, hating the rawness in my voice.

Levi’s thumb brushed my cheek, slow and soothing. “You said that living and working together are already complicated enough without adding this to the mix. What’s changed?”

I dropped my gaze to his collarbone, to the steady rise and fall of his chest under my trembling fingers. “Does it matter?” I whispered. “I want this. Isn’t that enough?”

His silence was worse than a thousand arguments. My heart pounded, and I knew he could feel it, pressed so close. For a moment, I thought he might pull away entirely.

“It’s not that simple,” he said finally.

“It could be.” My voice cracked as I leaned in again, desperate, clutching at the edge of his sleeve. “It doesn’t have to mean anything. Just—just help me forget. Please.”

The word hung between us, small and broken and so unlike me. But it worked.

Levi exhaled sharply, like I’d punched him. “Aiden…” His voice wavered, and then his lips were on mine again. This time rougher, needier, like he’d given up trying to hold back.

Everything blurred after that. His hands, confident and warm, explored my still clothed body like he couldn’t touch me enough. Each touch made my skin tingle. It happened so quickly—my knees met the cool ground before I fully realized what was happening. My fingers fumbled a bit as I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock from the confines of his boxers. My lips, my tongue, my entire mouth yearned to worship every inch of him.

“Beautiful,” he murmured in a voice like velvet over gravel, rich and textured, while his fingers tangled in my hair, guiding without force. His body shivered slightly under my attention—a soft quiver that encouraged me more than any words could convey. He kept petting me, his hands never stopping, his voice low and steady as he whispered words that made my heart flutter in my chest and my blood roar in my ears.

Every sensation intensified: the faint rustle of fabric shifting against skin, the warmth enveloping us in our own private cocoon where nothing mattered but this connection. When he came, it felt like time slowed; every tremor passed between us like an electric current. Once I'd swallowed every drop of his release—the taste both salty and oddly sweet—I rose to my feet.

He pulled me close, his breath mingling with mine in shallow pants as if we'd run miles together—and maybe we had in some sense. His hands framed my face gently. He traced his thumb across my lips to catch some of his cum that lingered there—an offering I sucked willingly.

God, my dick was throbbing, begging for release.

But we weren’t done.

Levi’s hands glided over the front of my jeans, his touch firm and purposeful. He lingered just enough for me to feel the heat of his palm and the way it sent a jolt through me. He looked up, his gaze locking with mine. “May I?” he asked, his voice steady, but his eyes burned with something raw.

I knew exactly what he meant. He was asking permission to give me what could possibly be the single most passionate experience of my life. My throat felt tight, and my heart pounded, but I nodded, my voice breaking as I said, “God, yes. Yes, please. Take it off.”

He unbuckled my jeans with precision, tugging them down and off, taking his time like he was unwrapping something precious. His fingers brushed over my skin as he hooked the waistband of my boxer briefs and pulled them down my legs, leaving me bare. Heat rushed to my cheeks, but the way he looked at me chased away any hesitation.

Levi sat back on the couch, his hands firm on my waist as he pulled me into his lap like I weighed nothing, cradling me there with a strength that made me shiver. His hands moved over my thighs, my back, my waist, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I clung to him, my arms tight around his shoulders, panting into the crook of his neck.

“You’re incredible,” he said, his voice thick with awe.

I didn’t feel incredible. I felt like I was breaking apart and holding onto him was the only thing keeping me together. His hand wrapped around me, sure and steady, and every stroke sent me spiraling higher, making it harder to breathe.

And then it slipped out. “Daddy.”

I froze as soon as the word left my mouth, my body stiffening against his. Not everyone was into the Daddy kink like I was, and for a second, panic clawed at my chest. I didn’t dare move, didn’t dare look at him. What if this ruined everything?

Levi froze too, his hands stilling on my body. The moment stretched endlessly, the air thick with tension. And then he spoke, his voice low and rough. “Say it again.”

I tried. I wanted to, the unbridled passion in his voice sparking something primal inside me. My lips parted, the word trembling on the edge, but it got stuck in my throat, tangled with the shuddering breaths I couldn’t control. Instead, a soft sound escaped me, somewhere between a gasp and a whimper, as my body trembled against his.

And then I came. Ribbons of cum spiraled from the tip of my dick, bathing Levi's hand in my release. His fingers, still wrapped around my pulsating shaft, milked every last drop out of me.

When I was finally spent, Levi wrapped his strong arms around me. For a moment, nothing else existed. Just Levi, keeping me safe, keeping me whole.

Was it worth being with Levi like this, in this moment? Oh yes, it was. Every broken rule. Every risk.