Chapter 23
Aiden
It’s only been three days since Jay returned to Portland, and I’m going out of my mind. I’ve done everything I can to stay distracted—boxes unpacked, kitchen organized, and my office is set up—but it’s not helping to calm my frayed nerves.
This morning, I met with Hannah, the coffee shop’s manager, and we devised a plan for the upcoming changes I want to make. She’s excited about my ideas and has plenty of her own, so we’re ready to implement them.
Having managed the shop for five years, she’s capable of running things smoothly, which allows me to work behind the scenes without getting too involved in the day-to-day.
With that out of the way, I’m sitting in my new office on the first floor of my building, setting up my real estate website, but I can’t concentrate.
I haven’t been sleeping well because, in the short time Jay and I were on the road together, I got used to his warm body pressed against mine at night.
I miss him like crazy, and I physically ache to hold him.
This is ridiculous. I didn’t move across the country just for weekend visits and stolen moments we sneak in between our busy schedules. I want all day, every day—kissing him goodnight and waking up with him every morning kind of shit. That’s what I uprooted my life for.
I know what I want and what I need to do.
Packing an overnight bag, I ask Hannah to check on the cats, set out, and head east. I arrive in Portland by early afternoon, passing the time until Jay gets off work by shopping for a few things for the apartment. I’m just finishing at the last store when my phone vibrates.
Jay: Heading home for the night. Call you soon. Love you.
Aiden: Sounds good. Love you too.
I know his routine. He’ll get home, relax on the couch, and heat one of those sad prepackaged meals he insists are fine. But I have a better idea. I stop by his favorite Thai restaurant, pick up his usuals, and pull into his apartment complex right as he calls.
“Hey, baby,” I answer, already climbing the stairs to his place. “How was your day?”
“Same as yesterday. Busy. What about you?”
“Nothing too crazy, but I miss you.”
I can’t wait to see his face when he opens the door. I’m sure he’ll forgive me for this surprise.
“I miss you too,” his voice softens. “What should we do this weekend? I was thinking…oh, hang on, someone’s at the door.”
I know he’ll check the peephole before opening, so I flash my biggest smile. I’m bouncing on my heels, waiting. When he finally opens the door, he stares at me, then at his phone, then back at me, blinking in disbelief.
“What do you think we should do this weekend?” I tease with a wink.
“Oh my God, you’re here,” he exclaims, launching himself at me and throwing his arms around my neck in a crushing hug.
“I thought I’d surprise you,” I laugh, hugging him back just as fiercely. “God, I missed you so much.”
I finally kiss him, slow and deep, right there in the doorway. After a few blissful moments, I pull away from him, grab the bag of food I dropped, and step inside.
“We’re going to see each other in two days,” he says, still stunned. “Why’d you come all this way tonight?”
I set the food down on the counter, turn to him, and cup his face.
“Because I couldn’t stand being away from you for one more second. I brought dinner, but I need to ask you something first. Can we sit?”
His brow furrows slightly, looking nervous, but he nods. We sit on the couch, our knees touching, and I take his hands in mine.
“I know we haven’t been together that long,” I begin. “But it doesn’t feel like it’s only been a few days. It feels like… something we’ve been building toward our whole lives.”
He nods, his eyes locked on mine.
“Will you move to Astoria and live with me? I know it’s fast, and I’m sure people will tell you to take it slow, but I don’t care. I moved across the country to be with you, not just to see you on weekends. I love you, and I want you with me all the time, and—”
Before I can finish my sentence, he climbs into my lap and straddles my legs.
“Sweetheart,” he says, wrapping his arms around my neck, “you don’t have to keep selling it. You had me at move in with me.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I want that.”
Relief floods through me. “Oh, thank God. I thought I’d have to talk you into it.”
I lean in and kiss him. Then I pause. “Wait… sweetheart?”
“I know, I heard it too. I’ve been trying to come up with a pet name for you, but that’s one my mom uses.”
I snort. “You can call me whatever you want. But yeah, that’s not it.”
“Well, I can’t call you baby,” he huffs. “You claimed that years ago. And I’ll never call you babe. That’s what you know who used to call me, so that’s out. I’m sure I’ll come up with something when you least expect it.”
“Oh, great,” I laugh. “You’re going to call me something like Stud Muffin in the middle of sex and completely ruin the mood, aren’t you?”
“Probably,” he says with a smirk.
God, I love him.
We kiss again, playful and familiar, but then his stomach growls.
“Are you hungry?”
“Yes, I’m starving. And you brought food from my favorite Thai place, which makes you the best.”
“I want to spoil you.”
And I mean it. He’s a good man, better than he allows himself to believe. He deserves to feel loved and cared for every single day. And I intend to do just that.
Over dinner, we talk about the logistics of him moving in with me. His apartment is already on a month-to-month lease, and after this week, he’ll be working most of the time remotely. Everything lines up.
Since most of his stuff is in storage, we decide to pack up what little he has in his apartment, rent another moving van, and move him this weekend. It can’t come soon enough.
Snuggling up on the couch, with Jay’s back fitting snugly against me, we plan to watch a movie, but there’s been something on my mind since our first time together, and now feels like the right moment to bring it up.
Before he presses play, I lean in, my lips brushing his ear.
“Do you ever top?” I whisper, anticipation in my voice.
It’s been a long time since I’ve bottomed, but with him, I want it.
For most of my adult life, sex was in front of a camera. I craved control then, but now I want to let go and explore every aspect of sex with him.
He shifts against me, his eyes widening slightly in mild surprise before the familiar glint of amusement crosses his face.
“Yeah,” he says, his voice low and grainy. “I love to top, but it’s been a while. Why do you ask?”
He knows exactly what I’m getting at.
I slide my hands beneath his shirt, tracing slow lines along the warm skin, kissing across his collarbone, and licking my way back up to his ear and whispering, “I want you to fuck me, baby.”
Quickly forgetting the movie, Jay straddles me, his mouth crashing onto mine. Plunging his tongue deep inside, he dives in like he’s trying to lick my insides. And I’m here for it.
I give back as good as I get. Our lips, teeth, and tongues clashing in a desperate dance. I trace a path with my tongue down his jaw to the spot behind his ear that drives him crazy, and I suck, feeling his body respond to mine.
Our cocks strain against the confines of our clothes, a barrier that needs to be removed as soon as humanly possible.
“Let’s take a shower,” Jay suggests, his voice husky as he grinds into me.
I stand up, his legs wrapped around my waist, our lips never breaking contact. Carrying him to the bathroom, we remove our clothes in a frenzied hurry.
Under the steamy spray, we soap each other up, our slick hands exploring every curve and contour. Jay turns me around, his fingers lingering on my ass, cleaning and preparing me. The promise of his tongue on me sends shivers of anticipation down my spine.
Once we’re clean, we waste no time toweling off and making our way to his bedroom. I sprawl out on the bed, while Jay grabs the lube from his nightstand, tossing it beside me. His eyes rove over my body, pure lust etched on his face. I’m hard and ready, my cock standing at attention.
“You have no idea what’s in store for you, do you?” he asks, his voice commanding.
I didn’t know he had this dominant side, but I like it. I want him to take control, to own me.
“Hands and knees,” he orders, and I eagerly comply.
Oh yeah, I’m going to like this a lot.
I can feel his gaze on my ass, practically feeling the heat of it.
The bed creaks as he climbs on, his knees pressing into the mattress behind me.
His hands roam up my back, my skin prickling as he skims the surface.
He leans down, his chest pressing against me, his lips and tongue tracing a path down my spine.
Then, suddenly, a sharp sting on my right ass cheek as he bites down.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, the unexpected sensation sending electric jolts through my body.
Jay chuckles, shifting to the other cheek, biting down again.
“God, baby, you’re driving me crazy.”
“You like that?” he murmurs. “Just wait until you feel what comes next.”
Before I have time to form another thought, he spreads my ass cheeks wide open, and then his tongue is on me—licking, sucking, nipping. Holy fuck, it feels so good. When he slips inside, I nearly launch off the bed, but he holds me firmly in place, feasting on me like a starving man.
Pre-cum leaks from my cock, my body trembling with need. I’m so turned on. Pushing back against his face, he spears his tongue, delving deeper inside me. This is ecstasy, pure and simple.
After what feels like an eternity of blissful torture, he eases a finger inside me, slowly at first, then deeper. He adds a second, spit-slicked finger, stretching me open.
The snap of the lube bottle cap brings me back to reality for a moment. The cool liquid drips down my crack as he pours it on me, adding a third finger, scissoring them, prepping me for what’s coming.
“Fuck, I’m ready, baby,” I choke out.
I want him inside me so badly, I’m aching for it.
“My cock is so hard for you,” he murmurs, kissing the back of my neck, goosebumps bursting across my skin. “Bear down for me.”
Since it’s been a long time since I’ve done this, I know he’s going to take his time so he doesn’t hurt me. I use toys on myself, but a hard dick is different. He knows how to bottom, so he’ll do everything right, I’m sure of it.
The tip of his cock presses against me, the initial burn making me wince slightly. He eases back, adds more lube, then pushes in again.
This time, it’s more stretch than burn, a delicious pressure. He takes his time, inch by sweet inch, until he’s fully seated inside me. He stills, waiting for me to adjust.
“You are so tight, Aiden. God, your hole is like a vice on my dick. You okay?” he asks, concern lacing his voice.
“Give me a second,” I reply, breathing steadily as I feel the moment my body gives in, a wave of pleasure washing over me. “Okay, I’m ready. Move, baby.”
He eases out halfway, then pushes back in, building a steady rhythm. The nerve endings inside me are firing on all cylinders; the sensation of his cock brushing against my prostate and the exquisite stretch and pressure, sending pings of pleasure coursing through my body.
“Fuck me harder, baby,” I cry out, craving more.
He suddenly pulls out, and I protest. “What are you doing?”
“Flip onto your back for me. I want to look you in the eyes while I fuck you.”
I’m on my back in an instant, my legs high in the air as he drives back inside me. His eyes are wild as he thrusts in and out of me, pushing me closer to the edge.
He kisses my ankles, then pushes my legs further back, deepening his angle. I’m so close, teetering on the edge.
Leaning down to kiss me, he murmurs, “I love you so much, Foxy.”
I burst out laughing. “Oh, God, where’d that one come from?”
The unexpected pet name throws me off guard.
“Your porn name, Aiden Fox. Come on, that’s a good one, right?” he grins.
I groan. “No. You are not using that one either. Now, focus. I was so close, and I lost it. You owe me a really good orgasm now.”
“I can do that.”
And oh, fuck, does he.
He pounds into me, his hand working my dick until I’m shooting all over my stomach. As he climaxes, he cries out, finishing inside me.
This, right here, is what I dreamed of on those lonely nights in New York. To laugh and joke during mind-blowing sex with the man I love.
He’s everything I’ve ever wanted and more.