Chapter 6
Jay
I’m losing my mind. The last few minutes have nearly undone me. The moment Aiden came up behind me, I felt his presence; electric and undeniable. When he whispered in my ear that he was about to put his tongue in my ass, then kissed me for the first time in years, I nearly combusted.
When I walked into the room, he was sprawled on the bed, stroking that thick, gorgeous cock, his eyes burning with lust. I had to look away before I melted.
He’s nothing like the boy I knew. Taller now, broader, his body honed into lean muscle, chiseled abs, and olive skin dusted with dark hair in just the right places. That thick head of hair I remembered, now paired with a rugged scruff that makes him impossibly sexy.
And now he’s inside me, thrusting like he owns my body. Every push of his hips sends lightning through me. He finds that spot inside me, again and again, his thickness dragging across nerves that make me cry out. I love bottoming, but this? This is a whole new dimension.
I’m dimly aware of what’s going on around us; the echoes of sex in surround sound. But all of it fades; my focus is only on Aiden.
Before I can process it, he pulls out, flips me on my back, and folds me in half, opening me wide. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, dragging him closer as he slides back inside me.
Lowering himself, he wraps his powerful arms around me, enveloping my whole body like he never wants to let go. His weight, his warmth, the way he surrounds me is everything I’ve ever craved.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he murmurs in my ear, his voice raw with need. “I missed you so much. I wanted this with you so badly.” His words are urgent and intense.
“Oh, God, Aiden. Fuck me harder,” I beg, the words ripping from my throat.
I can’t get enough of the stretch, the pressure, the way he’s rearranging me; setting things right inside me.
He pulls back, his eyes locking on mine, possessive and unrelenting. I know that look. It’s not just lust; it’s hunger, grief, longing, love. Every thrust pounds out the years we lost, the agony of distance, the ache of what we were denied.
Pleasure builds, crawling up my spine until I’m moaning and whimpering with need, ready to explode.
Sensing I’m close, he quickens his pace before crushing his mouth to mine.
His tongue invades deep, nearly touching the back of my throat, stealing my breath.
His rhythm falters for a moment against the fire of our kiss.
“I want to come inside you, baby,” he rasps. “I want to mark your insides. Leave a part of myself that can’t be taken away.”
His words shouldn’t undo me like this. I have a boyfriend. Not that my heart’s in it, but still, I’m not a cheater. Then I remind myself, Ray wanted this open door. He put me here, so I will not feel guilty about this. Even so, this feels like more than just sex. This feels like making love.
“Oh God, I want that, Aiden. Come inside me. Mark me. I’m so close.”
We’re locked together, slick with sweat, his stomach grinding down on my cock with every thrust. The friction tips me over the edge, and before I even register it, my orgasm detonates; blinding, brutal, stars exploding behind my eyes.
My cum streaks out between us, mixing with sweat and the heat of our bodies as my ass clenches down around him.
That’s all it takes. Aiden roars, driving in deep, the flood of his seed coating my insides, branding me. In that moment, he’s mine, and I’m his, and nothing else exists.
We’re both breathless, bodies slick, still joined together. Aiden stays inside me, moving lazily, refusing to let me go, and I don’t want him to. I want to live in this cocoon, just the two of us, forever.
“That was incredible,” he whispers, his lips brushing my ear.
Words fail me; I can only cling to him. For a few fragile moments, nothing exists beyond us.
But before long, reality intrudes. The echoing sounds of sex fill the room like a megaphone; the protective bubble bursts, and the truth of where we are comes rushing back to the surface.
Aiden slowly slips free, meets my eyes, and gives me one last soft and lingering kiss.
My lips tingle as he pulls away. Without another word, he wipes us both down, then steps away to retrieve a camera rig from one of the guys.
I hear him chuckle and say to Leon, “Well, I blew a little early, so I’ll just be a cameraman.” Leon gives him a knowing smirk.
I lie there, trying to gather myself, knowing I’m done. Thankfully, everyone is taking a break between rounds and leaving me alone. After what just happened, I can’t go through the motions with anyone else.
I slide off the bed and head toward the bathroom. Aiden stands nearby, messing with a camera rig. He looks up with a questioning expression, but I say nothing; I just keep walking.
Riley’s at the sink, rinsing out a rag. I grab my clothes, and he beams at me. “This is so awesome! I’ve never had this many guys fuck me in such a short time. How about you? I was so wrapped up, I didn’t even notice what you were doing.”
“Great sex,” I say, brushing past him. “I just need the bathroom for a minute.”
He winks and heads back into the room, eager for another round.
I shut the door behind me and lean against it, closing my eyes as my chest rises and falls. That was the most intense experience of my life. I just had the best sex of my life with the man I once loved, whom I haven’t seen in years, right in the middle of an orgy.
My only choice is to leave. Leon made it clear I could tap out anytime, and I need to tap out. I take a piss, dress quickly, and splash water on my face, but I avoid looking in the mirror. I’m not ready to face what’s staring back at me.
When I open the door, Leon’s waiting for me on the other side.
“You okay, kid?” He checks me over, noting my clothes. “That looked pretty intense between you and Aiden.”
I can’t meet his eyes. “Um…yeah. I’m fine,” I lie. “But I need to go. Is that okay?”
Firmly gripping my shoulder, he gives me a steady, reassuring look. “Hey, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it, we’ve got plenty of footage already.”
“Thanks, Leon. I appreciate it.”
As I open the door, I glance back one last time and see Aiden watching me, his eyes filled with concern.
I mouth, “I’m okay,” then slip out and close the door behind me.
Ray isn’t expecting me to return anytime soon, so I head to the beach. The day spins in my mind—the moment I saw Aiden again after fourteen long years, our brief chat by the pool, and the raw intensity of what just happened between us.
I don’t know what this means, finding each other after all this time. But I do know I don’t want to lose him again. Our connection is too strong, too real, too familiar, and too right to let go of.
But threaded through all of it is the reality of my life: Ray—our toxic relationship and how unhappy I am with him. The only logical move is to end it, but I know what that means. Ray’s temper and his need for control. It won’t be clean, and it won’t be easy.
I walk the shore for over an hour, waves licking at my feet, yet I feel untethered, my mind drifting between fantasy and reality.
I know I have to go back to the hotel eventually, but the thought of facing Ray knots my stomach.
Once he realizes who Aiden is, the explosion will come, and I’ll be standing in the blast radius.
I spot Ray in the hotel lobby as I walk in.
He’s holding court with a few of the guys from the shoot, animated and laughing a little too loudly.
I’m relieved he hasn’t noticed me, because it means I can slip by without explaining where I’ve been.
I overhear them making plans to grab dinner before heading out to the circuit party.
We weren’t planning on going; it’s not our scene, but Ray decides on the spot that we’re joining them for dinner.
I head upstairs for a shower. I don’t want to lose the scent of Aiden on my body, his fingerprints embedded in my skin, the remnants of him marking me. But for my sanity, I need to scrub him away.
It doesn’t help; his memory is burned into my brain.
By the time I pull on clean clothes and make my way back downstairs, the group is ready to leave. Aiden is with them, and my pulse spikes the second I see him. His presence feels like a live wire across my skin. Ray still doesn’t know who Aiden is, but the clock’s ticking.
We walk to a nearby sports bar, the kind with sticky menus and framed jerseys on the walls. Mac has reserved a long table, and in a cruel twist of fate, Ray and I end up sitting directly across from Aiden.
Ray leans forward, stretching a hand across the table. “Hey, I’m Ray.”
Aiden grips it firmly. “Aiden. Nice to meet you.”
“So, you’re the guy that bumped me earlier, huh?” Ray says, his smile tight, the words carrying a faint snarl beneath the politeness.
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Aiden replies evenly, meeting his gaze without blinking. “I’ve worked with these guys a lot before. No hard feelings?”
“None taken,” Ray lies smoothly. I know him well enough to see the storm flickering in his eyes. “How’d the session go? Haven’t debriefed with Jay yet.”
“It was great,” Aiden says, calm as ever. “We had some really hot sex. Should be profitable for everyone.”
My hand clenches around the water glass, condensation dripping onto my fingers. I’ve barely looked at Aiden since leaving the hotel room earlier. And I sure as hell haven’t told Ray the truth.
“Well, that’s good news,” Ray says, oblivious to the ice crawling down my spine. “These shoots should give us a nice bump in subscribers and PPVs.”
I stare at the menu, pretending to be engrossed in the list of burgers, praying Aiden will keep his mouth shut.
Instead, he detonates the grenade.
“It’s been really great seeing Jay again. Kind of surreal, after all these years.”
Ray’s head snaps toward me. “Wait…what?”
Aiden doesn’t miss a beat. “Oh, sorry. You didn’t know? We went to high school together in Rochester.”
Ray freezes. His voice spikes, loud enough to turn heads. “Holy fuck! You’re that Aiden?”
Aiden smirks. “If you mean Jay’s best friend and boyfriend until we were seventeen,” he says calmly, almost daring him, “then yeah. That’s me.”
The color drains from Ray’s face before returning in a furious red flush. His jaw flexes, and his eyes cut to me like blades. My heart is pounding against my ribs, and I can practically hear the ticking countdown before he explodes.
Ray’s chair scrapes loudly as he shoves it back. He grabs my arm in a vice grip, forcing me up.
“Babe, can I have a word outside?” His tone makes it clear that it’s not a question.
The group goes silent, eyes following us as Ray drags me out of the restaurant. He yanks me around the side of the building, away from the neon glow of the bar, and slams me against the brick wall hard enough to knock the air from my lungs.
“Were you even going to tell me?” His voice is low but venomous, each word spat with precision. “That one of the guys in the orgy is your long-lost lover?”
“I’m sorry,” I manage to say, my voice trembling. “We didn’t have time to talk. He showed up at the pool after you had left. You were asleep when I got ready, and you told me not to wake you. Then everything happened so fast with dinner…”
“Did he fuck you?” Ray growls, eyes blazing.
I hold my breath, then meet his stare. “I was in an orgy where I was one of the bottoms, Ray. Of course, he fucked me. I got fucked by everyone in the room.”
It’s not entirely true, but I’m not about to admit that I only blew a couple of the guys before having the best sex of my life with Aiden, and then I left.
Ray’s hands clench into fists at his sides. “You think I’ll let you be part of anything else this weekend if he’s involved? Not a chance.”
“That’s fine, I’m sore anyway,” I lie, my voice steadier than I feel. “I’d rather sit by the pool with a good book.” In reality, I’m not sore at all. I’m still relishing the memory of Aiden inside me.
Ray sneers. “I’m still going tomorrow. They’re organizing a bigger orgy at some guy’s house. One of us has to participate for the content. I’ll steer clear of your little high school sweetheart.”
“Great,” I snap. “You do that.”
We head back inside to find that Mac and Leon have taken our seats, which puts Ray and me further down the table.
Ray doesn’t acknowledge the shift; he just dives into a conversation with the guy beside him as if nothing happened.
I keep my eyes off Aiden and focus on Riley, who’s eager to talk about how much fun he had.
After dinner, we return to the hotel. Ray lingers in the lobby with Mac, going over tomorrow’s schedule, while I retreat upstairs, utterly exhausted. I brush my teeth, change into sleep pants, and crawl into bed. I leave the bathroom light on, turn my back to the door, and pretend I’m asleep.
But my mind won’t stay quiet. Images flash like clips from a reel: Ray’s fury, Aiden’s warm body enveloping me, the electricity between us.
My life is unraveling, but beneath the chaos, there’s a hint of hope. Today cracked something wide open inside me.
For the first time in a long time, I see a way out.