Chapter 24: The Winner's Reward
The bedroom door clicked shut, muffling the last traces of laughter from the departing students. Aidan’s room felt like a separate universe, heavy and still, the air saturated with the musk of sweat and arousal from the living room competition. Tiana was a slight weight in his arms, her body humming with a quiet, triumphant energy.
He laid her on the bed, the sheets cool against her heated skin. Her large eyes watched him, no longer nervous, but gleaming with a focused hunger. “You were incredible,” he said, his voice rough from groaning. “A fucking natural.”
“I’ve… practiced,” she admitted, a shy smile touching her lips.“On a dildo. I wanted to be ready for something real.”
“Well, you fucking were.” He undressed her slowly, not with frantic passion, but with a deliberate reverence. Each button of her blouse, each hook of her bra, was a ceremony. His knuckles brushed the warm brown skin of her stomach, felt the rapid flutter of her pulse at her throat. When she was naked, she was a beautiful contrast of soft curves and tight muscle, her small breasts peaked with excitement.
He kissed his way down her body—the hollow of her throat, the slope of a breast, the ridge of her hipbone. She arched into his mouth, a low sigh escaping her.When he reached her mound, he didn’t dive in. He nuzzled the neat thatch of curls, inhaled her unique scent, a mix of soap and sharp, sexual promise.
“Tell me what you want, Tiana.”
“You,” she breathed. “However you want me.I won.”
He smiled against her inner thigh. “That you did.” He spread her legs, hooking her knees over his shoulders. Her pussy was already glistening, pink and exposed. He leaned in and traced her slit with the flat of his tongue, a slow, broad stroke that made her jolt.He took his time. He lapped at her, teasing her clit with gentle flicks before sucking it into his mouth, applying a firm, rhythmic pressure. He slid two fingers inside her, curling them, finding the rough patch that made her cry out. He worked her with his mouth and hand in unison, the wet, sucking sounds loud in the quiet room. Her hips began to piston, fucking his face, her hands tangling in his hair. “Oh God… oh fuck, Aidan…”
She came suddenly, a cascade of tremors, her channel clamping hard around his fingers.She sobbed into the crook of her arm. He didn’t stop. He gentled his tongue, soothing her through the aftershocks, drinking the flood of her release.
When she was soft and boneless, he moved up her body, kissing her stomach, her breasts, her lips.She could taste herself on his mouth. His cock, still thick and heavy from his earlier orgasm, nudged insistently against her thigh.
“There’s a prize,” he whispered.“For the winner.Anything. Name it.”
She looked at him, her gaze drifting down to where he was pressed against her.She swallowed. “I’ve never… I’ve wanted to try… my ass.But I was scared. Too big.”
A current of pure, dark electricity shot through him.His fantasy, voiced by this shy, throat-fucking champion. “We can go slow,” he said, his voice thick. “We’ll stop anytime you say.”
She nodded, biting her lip.
He reached for the bottle of lube on his nightstand, the familiar ritual now charged with new potential. He coated his fingers first, slick and cool, and traced the tight furl of her anus. She gasped, her body stiffening, then deliberately relaxing.He pressed one finger inward, past the initial ring of muscle. It was hot, impossibly tight.“Breathe, goddess. Just breathe for me.” He worked the finger gently, feeling her body accept him.He added a second, scissoring them carefully, stretching her. She whined, a high, desperate sound, but pushed back against his hand. “More… please, I want it.”
“I know you do. Such a good girl, taking my fingers in your pretty little arse.” The filthy praise made her moan. He added a third finger, stretching her wider, preparing her for the monumental girth of his cock. She was panting now, her back arched, her hands fisting the sheets.
When he judged her ready, he slicked himself with a lavish amount of lube, his own cock glistening. He positioned himself at her entrance, the blunt, wide head against that taut, forbidden opening. “Look at me,” he commanded.She did.Her eyes were glazed, full of trust and fear and want.
“Push out against me, Tiana.Like you’re taking a shit. It’ll help.”
She obeyed, and he pressed forward.The invasion was profound. A slow, burning stretch that made her cry out, a real tear tracking through her temple. He held still, letting her body scream and adjust around the intrusion of just the head. It was tighter than any pussy, a hot, silken vise.
“Fuck… Aidan… it’s so…”
“I know, baby.I know.You’re taking me so well. Your arse is fucking divine.” He pushed another inch, a torturous, glorious gain. She sobbed, her nails digging into his forearms.He leaned down and kissed her, swallowing her sounds. He retreated slightly, then pushed back in, gaining another half-inch.
It was a battle of millimeters, a conquest of excruciating pleasure.Her body fought him, then yielded, then fought again. Sweat slicked both their bodies. Finally, with a guttural groan from them both, he was fully sheathed, his balls pressed tight against her damp skin. She felt stuffed, impossibly full, her body shuddering around the foreign, wonderful thickness.“Oh my God,” she whispered. “You’re all… I can feel you… everywhere.”
He began to move. Short, shallow strokes at first, just letting her get used to the feel of him sliding in that clenching channel. The friction was intense, a hot, rough drag that threatened to undo him instantly. He built a rhythm, slow and deep, each withdrawal making her whimper, each thrust earning a choked gasp.
“Come on this cock, Tiana. Come on my dick in your tight little arse,” he growled, the crude words spilling out.It spurred her on. Her fear melted into a frantic, overwhelming need.She met his thrusts, her body bucking, her ass gripping him like a fist.
“I’m… I’m gonna…”
“Do it.Come for me. Dirty girl, coming on a cock in her ass.” The words tipped her over. Her orgasm ripped through her, a violent, clamping series of spasms that milked his shaft relentlessly. The convulsions of her rectum were too much. With a roar, he drove deep and held, flooding her bowels with jet after hot jet of his cum. He pulsed inside her, each burst wringing another twitch from her spent body.
He collapsed on her, careful not to crush her, still lodged inside her as they both struggled for air. He could feel his own release leaking out around where they were joined.After a long moment, he softened and slipped out. She winced, then sighed, a deep, satiated sound.
He cleaned them both with a warm cloth, then pulled her into the curve of his body. She was asleep in minutes, a small, contented smile on her face.Aidan stared at the ceiling.The physical release was total, a bone-deep satisfaction. But his mind wouldn’t quiet. It replayed the look on Catriona’s face in the living room—that stark, lonely ache. His own unvoiced fantasy, the one about her massive, curvy arse, rose up, not as a generic desire, but as a specific, urgent need.For her.Only her.He heard a faint sound from the living room. The clink of a bottle being picked up.The soft shuffle of feet.
Gently, he extricated himself from Tiana’s sleeping form, pulled on his jeans, and padded barefoot out of the room.The living room was a war zone of discarded towels and empty glasses. Catriona sat in the throne-like armchair, her legs tucked under her, cradling a bottle of whiskey. She stared into the middle distance, the lamplight casting her face in sharp relief.She hadn’t heard him.He watched her for a long moment. Saw her take a long, defiant pull from the bottle.Saw the tremor in her hand.
He stepped on a creaking floorboard.She jumped, her head snapping towards him.Her eyes were red-rimmed. “Shouldn’t you be buried in the prize?”
“She’s asleep.”
Catriona nodded, looking away again.“Good.She earned it.” Her tone was flat, hollow.
Aidan moved into the room, righting a fallen wine glass. The silence stretched, thick and uncomfortable, broken only by the hum of the refrigerator.
“It was a hell of a thing to watch,” Catriona finally said, not looking at him.“You, like a king. Them, all so eager to please.” She took another swig. “Must be nice.”
“Cat.”
“Don’t.” She held up a hand.“Just don’t, Aidan. I’m fine.I’m happy for you.Really.”
He knew she wasn’t. This was the fracture line, the thing their unspoken pact had always avoided. He walked over and knelt in front of her chair, the same spot where, hours before, a dozen girls had knelt for a different purpose.He took the bottle from her hand and set it on the floor.
She glared at him, her green eyes blazing with unshed tears and a defiant anger. “What?”
“You’re not fine.”
“Of course I’m not fine!” she exploded, the sound violent in the quiet room. “I just watched my best friend, the person I… the person I trust most, get worshipped by a fucking harem while I played hostess! And I’m sitting here, still throbbing from a breakup because I had the audacity to ask for what I actually want, which is nothing compared to the shit you do every other night!” She was crying now, angry, hot tears. “So forgive me if I’m not popping fucking champagne.”
He didn’t flinch.He took her hands in his.They were cold. “What do you want, Catriona?”
She let out a wet, broken laugh.“What does it matter? You’re living a porn dream. I’m just the messy redhead who cleans up the cups.”
“Tell me.”
She looked down at their joined hands, her voice dropping to a raw whisper. “I want to not be afraid of my own desires. I want to not feel embarrassed for wanting a cock in my ass.I want to be… worshipped. Like you worship them.” She finally met his eyes, her gaze vulnerable and fierce.“I want it to be you.”
There it was. The truth, hanging in the rancid air between them.
Aidan’s heart hammered against his ribs.He lifted a hand and brushed a tear from her cheek with his thumb. “Then you’ll have it.”
She shook her head, disbelief warring with hope. “Aidan… your size… I’ve seen it. It’s terrifying.”
“And you’ve seen me use it,” he said, his voice low and steady.“You know I’m patient. You know I’ll take care of you. That I’ll make it good for you.” He leaned closer, his forehead almost touching hers.“Your fantasy is my fantasy, Cat. Has been for years.That gorgeous, massive arse. I’ve dreamed about stretching that tight little hole for so long I can fucking taste it.”
A shudder ran through her. Her pupils dilated, swallowing the green.The anger bled away, replaced by a desperate, hungry want. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He stood, pulling her up with him. Her body was soft and warm against his.He cupped her face.“But not tonight.Not when you’re drunk and sad. When you’re sober.When you’re sure. When you’re begging for it.”
He kissed her then, not a deep kiss, but a promise.A seal on the pact. It was tender and fierce, and she melted into it, her hands clutching his shoulders.
When he pulled back, she was staring at him, breathless, a new fire in her eyes. “Okay.”
He nodded.“Go to bed.Your bed. Sleep.”
She went, walking past his bedroom door without a glance, into her own room. The click of her lock was the loudest sound he’d heard all night.
Aidan stood alone in the debris of the competition, the taste of whiskey and Catriona’s tears on his lips, the phantom feel of her plump arse already haunting his hands.The game had changed entirely. The next move was hers, and he already knew, with a certainty that shook him, exactly how it would play out.