2. Two
Two
I f it was fucked up to be excited, then my cock wasn’t shy about telling him.
I was still pissed off that Aiden was ordering me around, but I was too horny to say no. As I pulled my shirt off over my head, he swiped a bottle from beside his left thigh.
I squinted in the odd light of the TV. I only just caught the label as he released his cock and squirted olive oil onto his hand.
My eyes widened as the oil spread over his palm and he snapped the bottle closed before dumping it back on the couch. I watched in fascination as he instantly stroked his cock with the slippery oil, hissing as it blended with his precum and glistened as it built up around his piercing.
There was way too much of it, and as he stroked upwards, it pooled over his hand, running down his knuckles and dripping onto his balls.
He wasn’t even sitting on anything. It spilled straight over the suede cushion of the couch, and he didn’t give a single fuck.
He moaned as he sped up, the slick sounds winding me up as he pumped his cock.
Aiden's wiry black pubes trapped the oil as it oozed onto his thighs while he bucked and groaned. He was making a total mess of himself, so why the fuck was it hot?
“Are you gonna move?” he asked through strained teeth.
I didn't realize I'd been staring like an idiot. I quickly threw away my shirt and grabbed my cock, determined not to let him win as I pumped myself, too.
Aiden couldn't take his eyes off me. He seemed as obsessed with my cock as I was with his, so maybe I had a chance to get one over on him for ruining my big game ritual.
“Yeah, just stroke it like that,” he said with a hungry edge to his voice. “Base to tip. Keep going,” he grunted as he timed his strokes with mine.
The oil squelched louder and louder as he rubbed his dick, both of us watching each other’s cocks. It was as if the room had disappeared and all I could think was what was going to happen next. If I came, would he switch off the TV and finally go to bed, or was he really going to suck me off?
His cock was wrecked, like he’d been working it for ages and it was begging for release. Or maybe it was because his piercing made everything look sexier.
I thought my sex drive was pretty good, but I was twenty-one, and he was nearly forty-five. I didn’t know if that meant it was harder for him to come. I just assumed things like control got better with age.
Aiden ran his tongue over his teeth before he spoke. “Pull back your foreskin and stroke your slit,” he hummed. “I want to see your face as you wind yourself up.”
His rough tone had my cock twitching in my hand as my asshole clenched. I was sure I’d come if he kept talking to me like that.
I did what he said, holding my cock at the base with my hand as I traced my slit, spreading my precum around, trying not to moan at how he was licking his lips. I was leaking for him and it was fucking embarrassing and sexy at the same time.
“How do you like it? Is it good?” he asked heatedly.
I twisted my lips. “It’s nothing special,” I lied, losing focus as soon as he spoke. I winced as I pressed too hard on my slit, glancing at him to find out if he’d caught me.
“Uh huh,” he said, hitching a brow, absolutely not believing me. “So, if I told you to take some of the cum off of your hard cock and rub it over your tongue, would you?”
My hand stopped suddenly, meeting his eyes in surprise, scrambling for a reply. But even though I knew I should get the fuck out of there, there was a buzzing anticipation flitting around my chest that wasn’t only my dick. Like a voice telling me to try it because it might be fun or something. It wouldn’t exactly be bragging rights because there was no way I was telling anyone about this, but I was already pumped up. And I could stop whenever I wanted.
The only orders I ever followed were from my coach. I was the team captain, I decided how our team worked and how we ran things. When it came to the game, I was in charge.
But still…
I wanted to see him more clearly in the shit light of the TV, so I snuck towards him.
He was even rougher up close, someone had obviously broken his nose in the past. His huge jaw pointed, with a thick beard and stray hairs popping out at all angles, and tattoos of knives and cards creeping up his neck and around his left ear. Maybe it was because I wanted to come, but he looked pretty hot in, like, a caveman kind of way.
The grin on his face was like a dare, like he was sure I was going to chicken out and bolt just because he asked me to taste my cum. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t tried it before, I just hadn’t done it in front of anyone else.
I glared at him as I removed my thumb from my slit, easily lifting my hand to my mouth. Aiden’s eyes sparked as I extended my tongue, taking it slow, making it last as I pressed the pad of my thumb right in the center.
I wasn’t going to make it sexy or whatever he wanted. I was only doing it to prove I could.
Aiden groaned as he shook his hips, thrusting up hard with another squelch of his oiled cock, and triumph bolted through me. That was a total win for me. If that was all it took to get him going then he didn’t stand a chance. And if I turned him on like that, what else could I do to wind him up?
“Yeah, that’s the stuff,” Aiden sighed. “When I was your age, I used to shoot onto my chest and eat it right up. I bet you could do the same.”
“You’re talking like you invented it or something,” I scoffed, and he let out a crack of laughter.
“Hey, it’s my cock, it’s my invention, right?” He let go of his dick and slid forward to rest his ass on the edge of the couch. And probably leaving a massive smear of oil too.
How the fuck was I going to explain the stains to my dad?
“Come stand over me,” Aiden said, jerking his chin down to his cock, pointing to the open spot between his legs where he wanted me.
I scowled at the tremor of nerves speeding through me as I came close enough for his breath to brush my hard cock. And I hated how I jumped when he pulled in his knees, snapping them together with his thighs straight out in front of him. I couldn’t figure out what he wanted until an oily hand grabbed my waist and he tugged me forward.
“That’s right, spread those legs for me. I want you close.”
Hesitation hit me hard. I sucked in a breath as he moved me. But he paused when he saw my expression.
“What? You getting scared?” he teased. “Poor baby Connor can’t even deal with something like this?”
“N-No,” I stuttered like an idiot as I edged closer. Now I really had to prove I wasn’t scared.
“It’s fine if you want to run away, you know. No one’s gonna judge you,” he said with a look that said he was definitely going to judge me.
And it was going to follow me around the apartment until he left. If I didn’t show him I could do it now, I'd feel like he would always make fun of me in the future with that fucking smirk of his.
I glared at him as I spread my knees. I guessed he wanted me to climb on his lap. Instead, he gave me a hard yank and I fell forward, grabbing his shoulders in shock.
“What—” I gasped, but I was cut off as Aiden tipped forward.
All I caught was a grin before his face suddenly disappeared and I cried out, his hot tongue fiercely running over the head of my cock. A cry ripped from me so loud I swear it bounced off the walls. “Aiden!”
My fingernails dug hard into his shoulders as my knees bent to get closer to his mouth. I didn’t even know if I could stand, especially when his forehead pressed hard against my abs, and his tongue trailed up my shaft.
And something else was there, something even harder than his cock. As if a small ball snuck into my slit and made my eyes roll with the bolt of pleasure which crashed through me.
And then I remembered he had a tongue piercing.
Heat shot through me, going straight to my balls. It sucked that the scratch of his beard over my cock was turning me on more than any boobjob I’d had.
His tongue was just as rough as the rest of him. He smoked and drank and had been eating shit food since he got to our place, so it was obvious his mouth was going to be just as harsh as his words. But it felt good scraping against the bumps and grooves of my cock, all the way to the base, and dragging back until he finally reached my cockhead again. I thought he was going to suck me, but he just started licking. Licking and licking like he was trying to pull all the cum out of me, holding me up as I trembled.
His tongue felt fucking fantastic, and I groaned loudly as pleasure zapped through my veins, all spiraling out from my cock.
Aiden pulled back with a moan. “Fuck, you’re a sweet thing, aren’t you, pretty boy? Do you like feeling my tongue on your cock?” he asked as he bent down and licked the underside. I gasped as I jutted my hips forward, but his fingers dug in tighter, locking me in, making sure I stayed still so he could work me.
I wanted to grab him and ram into his face to show him who was in charge. Make him beg me for pleasure and pain so he knew not to fuck with me. But even when I grasped his shoulders to drive myself into his mouth, I couldn’t move an inch.
I didn’t realize how strong he actually was. I mean, he was super bulked up, but so was I. But his grip was so solid it made each lick worse. I couldn’t fight him, and it made it easier to give in and let him do what he wanted.
I liked it when girls played with me because I would always get a fuck at the end, but Aiden wasn’t even looking at me. It was like he only wanted my cock.
He kept licking me, and doing nothing else. He must have tasted every inch of my cock, kissed me, even scraped his teeth along me, but he wasn’t doing what he should be doing, what he said he was going to do.
“Looks like you’re struggling, pretty boy,” he said with an amused tone as he pulled back, tipping his head and hitching a brow. “Is there something you want?”
My words caught in the back of my throat. I wanted to have more resistance, that I didn’t need him to do it, but I also wanted to show him I wasn’t scared of him.
“Aiden,” I moaned through gritted teeth. “Please… Suck my cock.” I sounded like a loser, my voice all shaky and whining, but he grinned wider than I’d ever seen before.
“Fuck. Well,” he chuckled. “Since you asked so nicely.”