9. Aidan #2
“Well, good morning,” he said, running his fingers through my hair.
When I pulled back to greet him, he held my head, keeping him in my throat, then gave a few lazy thrusts.
His rolling hips pushed him back to the root, and he hung there before repeating it, testing how much I could take.
When he heard the noise coming from my throat as my muscles finally threw a fit, he let me go, and I coughed.
“Morning,” I said with a laugh, wiping my mouth and sliding up his body to hang over him.
“A good one so far,” he said with a smirk.
“I wondered if you might enjoy being woken up with head,” I snorted as I lowered myself, remembering I still had my underwear on but not caring as I pressed our bodies together.
“Oh, you wondered right,” he said and kissed me, taking it slow but making it deep all the same.
I groaned as he rolled me over, pressing me flat against the mattress, and I bucked my hips up against him, feeling his cock slide alongside mine and making him bite his bottom lip before he nipped at my neck.
I reached between us, taking hold of my cock and stroking it gently as his mouth worked my sensitive neck, reveling in the slow but steady feeling of pleasure between us.
“You’re a dirty bastard,” he said, his voice muffled as he worked his way down to my collarbone. “I want to get everything, taste everything, but it’s time to get up.”
“Mmm, nope,” I said, trying to get my underwear off without bucking him off, and finding it was not going to happen. “We have the day off, remember?”
“Yeah, but…even if Xander doesn’t hunt us down to beat our asses until we get back to work,” he said as he lowered himself, kissing me all the way down and then nipping at my hips, “Reno’s going to come back to the lab soon; he gets up pretty early.”
“I wouldn’t worry about that,” I said as he peeled my underwear off, sliding it down my legs and tossing it aside before shoving his face between my balls and my thigh, sucking on the sensitive skin and making me gasp.
“Why’s that?” he asked, running his tongue up and down and making my toes curl.
“Fucking,” I gasped out and then choked when he bit my thigh, “asshole. Because I already spoke to Reno and he’s not coming back to the lab.”
Mika stopped, his eyes snapping up to me, and the interest turned to sharp suspicion. “What do you mean?”
“If I tell you and promise it’s not a bad thing, will you keep going?” I asked. “Because that feels…amazing.”
“Uh-huh, sure,” he said, but he took my dick in his hand and began stroking as he changed sides, drawing another gasp out of me.
“I ran into him while I was coming out of the bathroom a minute ago,” I told him.
“In your underwear?” he asked wryly before placing his tongue at the base of my cock and slowly making his way toward the tip, his eyes locked on mine the whole way.
“Y-yes,” I got out and saw the look in his eyes. “It’s your brother, Mika. He already suspected, if not knew, something was going on. He came to get his stuff, so he didn’t have to stay. We’ve got the building to ourselves.”
“And no one else is going to notice?” he asked before wrapping his lips around the head and sucking gently, making me grunt.
“We’re pretty sure everyone figures something is going on, and since no one has said anything or interfered, I think we’re in the clear,” I got out as he sank his mouth then throat over me, taking me whole.
He didn’t look thrilled by the idea, but he didn’t stop, even leaning into my touch when I stroked the side of his head.
It occurred to me I’d promised him last night that I had no intention of denying him sex; that last night I had simply been too tired.
Back in the day, I would have been so caught up in the idea that doing something in the morning would make it feel like an obligation.
Yet that thought hadn’t occurred to me, and as I watched my dick repeatedly disappear into his mouth, I realized that was not the case.
Even in the past, I had wanted him; I had ached to be with him, and I felt just the same.
I realized the difference between me back then and me now was that I could follow through on those feelings without all the yammering in my head that kept me back.
Worry, anxiety, fear, shame, those things no longer had a foothold, not for moments like this, not while I was with him.
I wanted the gorgeous, wonderful, stubborn, difficult, intelligent, enticing man all to myself, and I wanted him for the days to come as well.
“You okay?” he asked as he pulled off and I reached down to cup his face.
“I want you to ride me,” I told him. “And hell, maybe I’ll fuck you, but I want to see you on top, riding my dick until you come.”
He blinked, tilting his head in curiosity. “Not that I’m complaining, but where is this coming from?”
“Nowhere, I mean, no place different from my wanting you to fuck me. Because I wanted you, I love your cock, I love your ass, I love your body, your face, your kisses, your…I want you, alright? I know I never said it in a way that sounded like I meant it but I do, and I hope you can hear how much I mean it,” I told him in a rush as he stayed in place, staring up at me with a blank expression. “Uh…does it?”
He slid up my body slowly, his eyes never wavering as he kissed me, deeper and slower than I could ever remember him doing before. He reached up to grab something from a small basket tucked between the mattress and the stool he used as a bedside table.
“I wanted to hear you say something like that so much, it’s…
impossible to explain,” he said. “But I need you to understand that I believe you. And I want you. I’m going to start this morning off with your cock inside me and for good measure, I’m going to walk around the rest of the day with the load you leave there. ”
I sucked in a breath at the thought. “Well then, allow me.”
I took the bottle of lube from him before he could get to work.
Lubing up a couple of fingers, I slid them under his body as he got to his knees.
Finding his hole, I slid the first finger in, feeling the heat and grip of his body as it wrapped around my digit.
Reaching behind him, he idly stroked my dick while his other hand stroked my chest. I lay there and watched him as I pushed in another finger after he’d adjusted and saw the way his lips parted when the second finger pushed into him.
I didn’t know how often he fucked himself with toys or even a couple of fingers before I had come along, but he didn’t act like it had been a while.
He ground back onto my fingers, finally releasing my dick so he could steady himself on my chest. By the time the third finger was inside, he was making little noises that made my stomach twist desperately.
He pulled my hand from him, and I knew what was happening as he grabbed the bottle and eased down my body.
Using the lube, he lathered a healthy layer over my cock, twisting his hand every time he reached the head, making my hips twitch.
And then he was hovering over me, holding the base of my dick steady as he lowered himself.
After a moment of resistance that felt like an eternity, my stomach tightened as the tight heat of his body snapped over the head and he lowered himself.
I knew the unspoken rule: if they were on top; they had control.
So I lay there as he rocked back and forth, my hands gripping his thighs as he worked every inch of me inside him at his own pace.
It wasn’t hurried, but it wasn’t slow either, as if he knew he couldn’t rush but wanted to get that part down as quickly as he could without overdoing it.
I was impressed at how quickly he got me all the way inside, but I wasn’t going to complain when I felt his ass press against my thighs as he finished moving.
“Are you okay?” I asked when I realized his eyes were shut tight.
They flashed open at my question, and his smile was wide and, admittedly, a little devilish. “It’s been a long time since I felt you inside me…it’s as good as I remembered.”
“I’m an infrequent top at best, why do you think I wanted you on top?”
“Because you’re a lazy ass who didn’t want to do all the work.”
I slapped his stomach, blinking when I felt his ass flex around me. “No! Because this way, you’re guaranteed to get what you need. And well, you know, it’s fun as hell to lie here and watch you do your thing.”
“Do my thing,” he repeated slowly.
“How you move, your body, your face,” I said, running my hand down his chest, stomach, and then wrapping it around his dick, which was still hard as a rock. “Everything.”
“Is that so?” he asked, rolling his hips and sucking in a breath. “Goddamn, it’s been a while.”
“I’m in no rush,” I said, stroking his thigh slowly with my other hand. “Take your time.”
“Oh, I’m not uncomfortable or in pain,” he said with a chuckle, giving his hips another roll. “I just meant it’s been a while since I had someone inside me and it’s…good. I’m glad it’s you.”
“Happy to be of service,” I said in my best customer service voice.
The slap against my chest stung like hell, but I deserved it.
He forgave me though, because he leaned forward to steady himself, and when his hips started moving, they didn’t stop.
I couldn’t help but look down and watch as my cock appeared when he pulled up and disappeared out of sight deep into his body when he lowered himself.
It was an impressive sight that only emphasized the sensations rolling through me as his body squeezed and worked my dick, making me groan and hold on tight, feeling the slight quiver in his thighs.