Jail Break

1. One

One

I threw my controller on the bed and scowled at my door.

That fucker had been crashing on our couch since they released him from jail last week. And it wasn't just that Aiden had been taking up all the space in our apartment, but he was watching me. I felt him tracking me, especially when my dad was home. I'd spin around and find him staring straight at me whenever my dad wasn't looking.

Just because he'd been my dad's best friend since they were kids and Aiden helped him out when my mum died, didn't mean I was going to cut him any slack.

As a soon-to-be NFL star, I was meant to be getting laid every night for the good of my health. Coach’s orders.

Aiden had freaked out the cheerleader I'd been hooking up with for the past month so much that Candice and I hadn't fucked for a whole week. Most of the girls who came over regularly knew where the spare key was. And it wouldn't be the first time Candice had snuck in.

And if Aiden was going to spend all night on the couch, there was no way I was going to get my dick wet.

I'd been revving up for three nights of hardcore fucking when I found out last month that my dad had picked up a weekend bouncer gig out of town. But Aiden wouldn't leave the apartment. I told him I was having friends over and he just laughed.

Which made it even worse when I jerked off last night and got hit with the image of Aiden's hairy arms forcing me down, moaning as he sucked me off.

There was seriously something wrong with me.

A shudder passed through me and my dick twitched expectedly, like it was fucking normal to get hard over a guy who looked like he lived under a bridge.

I glared at my crotch as if that would make it calm the fuck down.

Traitor.

Now I was stuck in my room playing Fallout because Aiden had taken over the living room. I wasn't just pissed over my chronic blue balls and how all the other cheerleaders were avoiding me after that. It was because Aiden had been blaring the TV for hours, and I was pretty sure he was watching porn.

Moans came from the living room, and every now and then there'd be a shout. But it had been going for hours. Like, hours . I didn't know people even watched porn that way, as if it was a TV show rather than something to jerk off to.

My dad said Aiden was only going to crash for a few nights, but it looked like he didn't plan on leaving anytime soon.

We had a big game tomorrow and I needed to be there for the team.

It was nearly midnight. I had to be on top form so I could impress the scouts. Which meant getting some fucking sleep.

College football was no joke. Though I was so good the offers would be raining down, anyway.

I had ‘Stewarts 1’ on the back of all the shirts I owned. Anywhere I went, people knew I was the captain, but it wasn't right if I turned up to practice tired.

Though tired from fucking cheerleaders didn't count.

I'd even told Aiden how important tomorrow was, but he didn't give a shit.

I gritted my teeth, my hands tightening around the controller as another moan echoed in the corridor.

My dad told Aiden to take care of me, and making sure I slept was way up on that list. He'd probably fallen asleep and was snoring away without giving a shit about anyone else.

And I wasn’t going to spend the rest of the night listening to porn I hadn’t even chosen.

Another fucking moan reached my ears, and I had enough.

I leaped up, ripping open the door, I stormed down the hallway.

I was in one of my longer shirts, basically enough to cover my dick. I was just going to tell the fucker to switch off the porn before I came back to bed.

Judging by the flashing lights, it seemed the TV was the only thing lighting the room. If I was watching porn in the middle of the night, I wouldn’t want the lights on either.

I stepped into the living room, ready to bite his head off, and stopped dead at the sight in front of me.

The TV was on the wall to my left, facing the large couch pushed against the far wall. I was only a couple of yards away from him, but the room suddenly shrunk as I laser-focused on him and his rock-hard fucking cock grasped between two beefy hands.

I couldn't believe it. He was in my apartment, fucking naked, jerking off like he owned the place.

Though Aiden had a shaved head, everywhere else on his heavyset body was thick with hair, including his pubes. They spread out from his broad cock, getting caught in his fist, wet and matted as he jerked his hips upwards and moaned.

Heat went straight to my dick at how raw and primal he looked grunting away at the TV.

He was covered with piercings running up his ears, two through his nose and each eyebrow, two on his nipples, but that wasn’t what I was looking at.

What really grabbed me was the piercing at the top of his cock, surrounded by precum oozing out of his slit as he fucked himself.

Straight away, my unfaithful cock reacted as Aiden stroked from his base to tip. Palming his cockhead, he gave a low groan as he circled it.

The anger that was already pumping through me flared as he thrust into his hands. The whole couch shook as his ass thumped back down on the cushion. I swear the picture frames rattled on the wall behind him with how hard he went.

I couldn’t move. I was totally stuck, just mesmerized by how he fucked his own hand.

He hadn't noticed me, or maybe he didn't care. Each time he swiped his cockhead, more precum beaded around the piercing. The squelch every time his fist hit the base was sending sparks of desire bouncing around my crotch.

The more I gaped, the dryer my throat grew, until I choked, fucking shocked at myself.

Because I suddenly wanted to know what he tasted like.

“Hey, Connor. You like the look of my cock?” I jumped as his deep voice vibrated through me, those tingles morphing into full-on heat. My eyes shot up to meet his hard gaze, and I instantly felt like I was in trouble. As if I'd done something wrong even though he was the one jerking off out in the open.

I wasn’t going to tell him how hot he looked spread out like that.

Even in the flashing light of the TV, I could see the thick veins of his cock, and the hard ridge of the underside as he carried on pumping himself. Except this time, he fixed his gaze on me and not the TV.

I folded my arms, scowling at him. “I’ve done stuff with guys before, and I’ve seen better.”

It was only a kiss at a frat party and it was basically a dare.

“Yeah?” he chuckled, just as the guy on the TV shouted he was coming. “But I bet you’ve never fucked a cock like this one before?”

Aiden grinned as he gave himself a slow stroke from base to tip, using his thumb to massage the piercing.

And that's when I realized there weren't any girls’ voices coming from the TV. I quickly glanced at it, my mouth dropping open even farther at the guy bent over a gym bench while another pulled his dripping cock out of his ass.

I blinked twice to make sure it was two guys and not a hefty girl. But no, right in front of my eyes on the giant TV we used to watch movies and football, the guy was stroking himself, coming over the other one's back. His leaking cock looked like Aiden's, with a piercing and everything.

My eyes went from the TV and back to him, and he just carried right on smirking and jerking off like a prick, as if he knew what I was going to do next.

“Are you just going to stand there?” he asked, lifting a brow.

“What do you mean?” I glared at him, determined not to glance at his cock again. He'd already caught me staring, and I could at least pretend not to be bothered.

Aiden let go of his cock briefly to pause the TV before his attention swung back to me as his grin deepened. “Well, this is gonna be way more fun if I’ve got your cock in my mouth.”

I let out a strangled choke, slapping my hand to my mouth to hide the sound.

My cheeks fired up in embarrassment at Aiden's throaty laugh.

Aiden thought he was so fucking great just because I was hard. It was just a natural reaction. It wasn't like it was hard for him

“Oh? You liked that, did you?” he said with a strained tone as he gave himself another hard stroke. “You like the idea of shoving your cock down my throat?”

My mouth flapped as I tried to find something to say. I was Connor Stewarts, the top dog on campus. There was nothing I couldn't do. Everyone respected me, everyone recognized me as a leader, and he was making fun of me for getting a boner.

I scowled at him again, annoyed at how much I wanted it. My cock twitched and I was pretty sure I was leaking, too.

Aiden's lips were broad, cracked, and red, as if his mouth had been through some serious stuff. I didn't know if that stuff included sucking dick, but he was staring at the outline of my cock like it did. It was like I could already feel how good it would be for him to ruin me.

I wanted to fuck his face to show him who was in charge. It was my home, my couch, my TV, and he'd chased off Candice and any other cheerleader I could have been fucking tonight. Though she was probably hooking up with the other guys on the team anyway—not that I was bothered.

“Let me see your cock,” Aiden said as he dropped back onto the couch, his legs sprawling wider as his gaze jumped over me.

My shirt wasn't going to hide it. My cock was perfection, and big enough to make a proper tent, but it still wasn't as long or thick as his.

It was his fault I wasn’t getting my dick wet—he should be making it up to me.

I could have gone back to my room. But it wasn't fair. Why did he get to stay in our house and act like this? Why did I have to deal with him when my dad was out? Why the fuck did my dad invite an ex-convict to stay at our house, anyway?

He wasn’t going to scare me. Just because he’d been in jail for ten years and was so packed that his muscles rippled under his hairy skin didn’t mean anything.

I was a hefty guy, and, even though I trained in the gym and practiced on the field every day, I was pretty sure Aiden could take me down in a tackle.

With a nervous swallow, I unfolded my arms, reaching for the bottom of my white shirt.

I should get to come at least once after all the hassle he put me through.

The soft cotton of my shirt dragged over the head of my dick, filling me with awareness, turning me on even more.

I almost looked away. Almost.

He was watching me too intensely, even humming as my cock fell free.

He wasn't the only one who could show off, though. I pulled my shirt all the way up to my pecs, and his grin widened as I revealed how stacked I really was. I was all hard muscle from years of training, and I wasn't backing down.

I thought he'd make fun of me, but his mouth opened and just moaned. His hand sped up, gaze still completely fixed on my cock. My hands clenched on my shirt as a surge of power ran through me. It was like scoring at the start of a game. Everyone watched me, cheering me on, and I was the star.

He was twenty years older than me, but he was licking his lips and pumping himself as if he was going to come already. “Fuck, Connor, your cock looks fantastic. Come here, I want to taste you.”

Even when I was riding the high of a score in the game, I still became nervous in the moments where I had space to think.

I had no problem fucking girls, and there was a line around the block waiting for my cock. But with my dick out and my shirt up in front of a guy who had nearly killed someone in a robbery gone wrong, those nerves grabbed me hard by the throat.

As I got closer to him, it was easier to see the hard lines of his face, the way his skin pulled back over his heavy cheekbones, and the wicked glint in his eyes that said he had plans for me. And I really wanted to know where those plans were going to take me.

His face lit with amusement as he surveyed me. “First, you’re gonna have to take that shirt off. Get naked so I can get a proper look at you,” he said, as I stopped a foot in front of him and got another look at his squelching cock.