Free Fighting for My Best Friend (Fated #4) by Hazel Kelly

pulled by invisible strings.
    His hand dropped from my head and he dropped his lips to my
neck, kissing me with such focus I had to close my eyes so my senses wouldn’t
be overloaded.
    I inhaled sharply when he moved his lips to my collarbone, my
breath catching in my throat as he pinned me against the pillows with his
perfect mouth.
    Then I felt his large hand flatten against my thigh and slide up
under the short skirt of my dress until he was holding my hip in his hand. At
that moment, I knew my body was his to do what he wanted with, that nothing
could stop me from giving in to him.
    He moved his upper body back, looking at me like prey and laid
his other hand on my thigh. Then he looked down at the hem of my dress as it
rose up my leg with his wrist.
    And from the hunger in his eyes, I could tell what was coming.
     
     

Chapter 14:
Aiden
     
     
    I was hard just from her kiss, and her smooth legs were doing
all sorts of things to me, too. I especially liked the fact that her dress was
almost short enough that I could reach her thong without having to lift it, but
once I started sliding the yellow fabric up her legs, I couldn’t stop.
    I had to keep going. I was as eager to feast on her with my eyes
as I was to devour her with my tongue. As my second hand reached the opposite
curve of her hip, she uncrossed her ankles and I smiled.
    She was readying herself for me, willing me to go on and have my
way with her. It was a challenge I was all too willing to accept. The whole day
I’d been lost as I tended to other people’s agendas, but now I wanted to get
lost in mine.
    If Lucy was half as sweet today as she was the first time I
licked her sweet snatch, she would put the wedding cake to shame. What’s more,
she deserved to relax as much as I did.
    And I couldn’t wait to drink her tension away so she would have something
to smile about for the rest of the night. I knew that if I could make her lips
blush now, her cheeks would blush for me the rest of the evening on command. It
would be our little secret.
    I curled my fingers around the thin string of her underwear and
pulled it down over the curve of her ass to her knees. “Breathe,” I said,
noticing from the stillness of her chest that she had stopped. “Breathe now
while you can,” I said, pulling her underwear down past her ankles and over her
painted toes.
    I crawled up next to her and propped myself up on my side so I
could watch her face as I moved my hand between her legs. Before I’d even
touched her, she’d sunk her fingers into the comforter on both sides of her
body, bracing herself in the hope that the bedding might help distribute the
pressure that was already building between her legs.
    I held two fingers in front of her lips, knowing every moment I
wasn’t touching her was making her gag for it. “Open your mouth,” I said. “And
wet my finger’s like your pussy’s gonna wet my dick.”
    I sank my fingers halfway into her mouth and she closed her eyes,
swirling her tongue around them until I could feel my heart beating in my cock.
Then I slipped them out of her mouth, pressed them against her pussy, and slid
them along her clit.
    I swallowed when I realized how wet she already was.
    At first I started slowly, warming her up with gentle circles
until her eyebrows began to furrow. As soon as she looked completely
defenseless, I wedged my fingers into her tightness and watched her chest fall
as her breath escaped from between her lips.
    Then her cell phone rang.
    Her eyes shot open, but she made no move to answer it so I
churned my fingers up inside her until her hands were clenching the comforter as
hard as her pussy was clenching my wet knuckles.
    When her hips bucked against her will. I pulled my fingers out
of her, fighting against the tangible will of her snatch. As soon as they were
out, she gasped hungrily for breath and looked at me.
    “Get on your knees,” I said.
    “What?”
    “You heard me,” I said.
    She pulled herself upright