5. Aidan #4
I heard him suck in a breath as our lips parted, tongues sliding across one another.
I was reminded of the first time we’d kissed with intensity rather than the shy and respectful kiss of a first time.
Mika had been mild-mannered and respectful, who became a different person when the switch in his head was flipped.
For a man who could be soft-spoken and appear gentle, he was an entirely different beast when sex was on his mind.
Not to be outdone, I pushed into the kiss to return the dominance as he nearly sent me falling onto my back.
He grunted in affirmation, and I remembered the first time I had ever pushed back, showed some force, and how hard he had felt through his pants at the time as he’d pressed against me.
It was no different as he pushed into the kiss, not battling for supremacy, but showing he wasn’t afraid to use force of personality.
I let go of his head as I pushed him back against the couch, straddling his thighs and shoving my hands up his shirt.
Something roared to life inside me as I felt the hardness of his stomach, the warmth of his body.
My fingers dragged down the skin, not enough to cause pain but enough to tease and taunt, to make him feel my fingers and know what I wanted.
He broke the kiss just long enough for me to grip the bottom of his shirt and yank it off with about as much grace as a drunken ogre.
I tossed it aside and gave a soft yelp as I found myself flipped.
He was on me once more, between my legs so he could rut against me as he kissed me again.
I hadn’t forgotten what it felt like to be ravished, but goddamn, I had forgotten what it was like for Mika to do it.
In the first few weeks of our relationship, before the sense of ‘new and shiny’ had worn off enough for my issues to make themselves known, that was what it was like.
Afterward, even in the few times I could push through my problems, it had lost some of that passion, that heat and need that made him claw at my pants to get them undone.
But they were undone and tossed onto the floor with his shirt as he made quick work of getting my shirt off.
I didn’t hesitate to yank him back down to kiss him again, careful to mind our teeth.
He groaned softly, shoving his groin against my ass as his bare torso slid along mine.
The warmth of his skin was intoxicating, enough to distract me for a moment as our tongues met again.
Not enough to distract me from the hardness pressing against my ass; however, even more apparent without jeans to soften the sensation.
I had to slap his ass to make him hold still so I could undo the button and zipper before reaching into his underwear to grip his cock.
When I found it, his teeth nipped at my bottom lip and I chuckled, wrapping my fingers around him and pulling him free of the painful confines of his pants.
It was…what I remembered, with no deviation from memory.
It was the kind of dick I affectionately referred to as the ‘premium package boyfriend dick.’ Just big enough to get compliments, but not so big you couldn’t reliably take it.
Not that I had ever reliably taken him, but as he broke the kiss to breathe against my neck as I stroked him, I pushed the thought away with ease.
And yet, I felt the weight of it as it left, knowing that when I first knew him, that thought, among dozens of others would have lingered and built to a point where I wouldn’t be able to ignore it and boom, the brakes would have been slammed on.
Except the brake went untouched as I regretted what I would need to give him proof was…all the way down the hallway, in my room. I didn’t dare break the moment to go get it though, so we’d have to stick to everything short of him fucking me.
His mouth was on my neck, and I could feel him sliding down, and a sensation that was a cousin to panic roared to life inside me.
I didn’t know if it was because I was afraid my body would betray me in a way it hadn’t done in a few years, because it was Mika, or because I didn’t feel it was ‘sufficient’ for him to go down on me.
What I knew, though, was that as much as I had always loved the sight of his mouth wrapped around my cock, what I wanted most was to feel him in my throat.
“Heh,” I said, and his head snapped up to look at me suspiciously. “I just remembered something.”
“What?” he asked warily, caution creeping through the haze of lust in his eyes.
Raising a brow, I pushed him onto his back, missing the arm of the couch with his head.
He looked up at me, the lust still hanging on tight as his caution carefully shifted toward curiosity.
I took hold of his pants and yanked them down, sparing a thought to remember that we weren’t technically alone, but then again…
most of the guys here slept through the night so while there was a chance of being caught, the chances were low.
“There’s something you don’t know,” I said in a light singsong as I pulled his underwear down, flipping my gaze from the sight of his thick cock lying lazily against his stomach to his curious expression.
“What?” he wondered, and I didn’t know if I should laugh or feel wary myself at the caution that didn’t want to leave his face.
I had no one to blame but myself for its existence, though.
The problem was, guilt wasn’t any more conducive to a sexy mood than hurt and anger, so I shoved the thought away to deal with the feelings another time.
“Some things change, remember?” I said as I bent sprawled out, half off the couch so I would have the right angle to be level with his cock.
“I do,” he said, and it seemed to be his turn to be unsure if he should be aggravated or not, and I would swear he was close to smiling.
I hadn’t realized how much I wanted to do it until I pushed his cock into my mouth, sliding my tongue on the underside, tasting him and feeling the pulse of his heartbeat.
His breath was sucked in gently, and his hands…
hesitated, and then settled onto my shoulders as I bobbed up and down on his cock, teasing the head with my tongue and watching his expression carefully.
He was enjoying himself, but I could see I had planted the seed in his mind that would make him wait to see what I was hyping up so much.
Making sure our eyes were locked, I finally pushed down, feeling his cock hit the back of my throat. I worked my muscles, the thick head plunged down into my throat and I slid down until the neatly trimmed hairs of his groin brushed against my nose.