Chapter Nine #2
I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry as a bone.
He’s the most built out of the three of them.
His body’s a monument to years of professional athletics, broad shoulders, a muscular chest, and carved abs, all wrapped in deeply tanned skin.
Water droplets still cling to his collarbones, running down the hard lines of his torso and pooling near the waistband of his sweats.
He has a striking bone structure, sharp and masculine, with deep-set brown eyes that currently look very focused.
Aiden tosses the damp towel aside, letting it land on the floor by the bathroom door.
He runs a hand through his messy hair, pushing the strands back from his forehead, and turns his attention to me.
He catches me sitting stiffly on the edge of the mattress, my shoulders tight, my knees pressed together like a nervous virgin.
A slow grin takes over his face. The friendly roommate vibe evaporates in a heartbeat, replaced by hunger and confidence. He closes the distance between us in a few long strides.
I don’t know where to look. My eyes dart from his chest down to the obvious bulge straining against the soft cotton of his sweatpants, then back up to his face. I hold my breath as he stops in front of me.
He doesn’t ask if I’m okay. He doesn’t command me to kneel like Ryker did.
Instead, Aiden leans down, planting both his hands flat on the mattress on either side of my hips, boxing me in.
His arms cage me, the muscles in his biceps flexing.
He’s so close I can feel the heat coming off his skin. He smells like soap and male arousal.
He tilts his head, his eyes dropping to my mouth. He leans in closer, his nose brushing against mine, and then he kisses me.
He parts my lips effortlessly, his tongue sliding inside my mouth with a bold, teasing sweep that makes my spine tingle. I let out a soft, embarrassing little sound, my hands coming up to grip his waist instinctively. His skin’s warm and solid under my palms.
Aiden pulls back just an inch, his lips still hovering over mine, his breath warm against my cheek. A cocky smirk dances on his mouth.
“Let’s see what you got then, boy toy,” he whispers.
Aiden doesn’t give me time to overthink the nickname as he climbs onto the bed, caging my hips between his knees as he hovers over me.
His hands slide up my sides, warm and broad, pushing under the hem of my shirt.
He pulls the fabric up, dragging it over my head and tossing it onto the floor.
I barely have a breath to spare before his mouth is on me again.
These aren’t the bruising, claiming kisses Ryker forces down my throat, and they aren’t Ash’s soft, careful coaxing. This is just fun. It’s easy.
Aiden kisses my jaw, his lips soft and teasing. He nips at the skin just below my ear, smiling against my neck when I let out a surprised squeak and squirm away from the ticklish feeling.
“Stop moving,” he murmurs, chuckling low in his throat.
He ducks his head again, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to my collarbone, and then he playfully drags his teeth over the tendon of my neck. He makes a goofy, exaggerated growling sound, pretending to bite me like some kind of cheesy movie vampire. I burst out laughing. I can’t help it.
Aiden laughs too, rumbling warm and deep against my throat.
He props himself up on his forearms, looking down at me with an infectious grin.
His eyes are crinkled at the corners, dark and amused.
It’s disarming. The lingering knots of anxiety in my stomach dissolve.
I expected this to be nerve-wracking, a test I had to pass, but being under him just feels good. Comfortable.
He reaches down and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my sweatpants, tugging them down along with my boxers. I kick them off my ankles, leaving me bare beneath him.
Aiden shifts his weight, dropping his hips closer to mine.
The solid, hot length of his erection presses against my bare hip through his sweatpants.
My breath hitches in my throat. The casual, joking vibe is still there, but the undeniable reality of what we’re about to do settles over us.
He’s hard for me, and I’m aching for him.
His hand moves up to cup my jaw, his thumb stroking over my cheekbone. The playful glint in his eyes shifts, turns darker, hotter, though the teasing smirk never leaves his mouth.
“Open,” he tells me, his voice dropping.
I part my lips without hesitation. Aiden pushes two fingers into my mouth, pressing down firmly on my tongue.
I close my lips around his knuckles, sucking them wet, tasting the salt on his skin.
He watches me do it, his gaze locked on my mouth, his chest rising and falling quicker.
I swirl my tongue around his fingers, trying to show off a little, trying to be good for him. He lets out a low, appreciative hum.
He pulls his slick fingers free, a string of saliva connecting us for a split second, and then he reaches down between my legs. I gasp, my hips jerking up into his palm as he pushes both wet fingers into my hole. It doesn’t hurt. It just stretches, the slickness making it an easy slide.
“Damn,” Aiden mutters, curling his fingers inside me. He grins, flashing bright white teeth. “Ash did a hell of a job getting you ready for us. Nice and soft.”
I flush hotly at the praise, panting as he works his fingers in and out a few times, testing my limits. The stretch feels incredible, sending a sharp rush of pleasure down to the base of my spine. I’m begging for it with the way my hips roll upward, following his hand.
He withdraws his fingers, leaving me empty and aching. I whine a little, but Aiden pats my thigh reassuringly. He shucks his sweatpants off, tossing them aside, and then he moves up my body. He swings a leg over my chest, straddling my shoulders, and settles his knees on either side of my head.
I look up at him, my eyes going wide. His cock rests inches from my nose, and it’s a lot to take in. I don’t know the exact measurements, but he’s easily matching Ryker in size, maybe surpassing him in girth. It’s a daunting sight. A gorgeous, intimidating sight.
Aiden guides himself closer, holding his length in one hand and tapping the head against my bottom lip.
“Let’s see that mouth work, rookie,” he says, a playful challenge in his tone.
I open wide and take him in. The stretch on my jaw is immediate.
He fills my mouth, pushing past my teeth and gliding over my tongue.
I have to work to take him, tilting my head back against the mattress and forcing myself to keep my throat relaxed so I don’t gag.
Aiden makes a satisfied sound above me, one of his big hands sinking into my hair, holding me steady.
I start to work him, bobbing my head, sliding my lips up and down his length.
It’s a workout. My jaw aches. I focus on using my tongue, swirling it along the sensitive underside, tasting the salty pre-cum leaking from the tip.
I suck hard, trying to mimic the pace he’s setting with his hips.
His hand tightens in my hair, fingers flexing against my scalp, his breathing turning ragged.
He lets me suck him for a few solid minutes, groaning when I swallow him as deep as I can go. It feels empowering, having this strong, athletic guy shivering and cursing above me just because of what I’m doing with my mouth.
Just as his hips start to snap forward with more urgency, Aiden pulls out with a wet pop. A long string of spit stretches between his tip and my shiny, swollen lips. He pants, looking down at me with a lazy, blown-out grin.
“Good boy,” he praises, his voice rough. “But if I let you keep doing that, I’m going to finish way too early, and we’re just getting started.”
Aiden shifts his weight off my face, crawling backward down my torso until his knees bracket my ribs.
He doesn’t go far, keeping us tangled together on the blanket.
His hands slide up my sides, thumbs tracing the dip of my waist before he leans down.
He leaves a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses across my collarbone, working his way down my sternum.
“You’re a sensitive one, aren’t you?” he teases, his voice rumbling against my skin.
He doesn’t wait for an answer. His mouth moves over my left pectoral, and then he latches onto my nipple.
A shocked gasp escapes my lungs. Aiden sucks the sensitive peak into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tight bud before he bites down, nipping at it with his teeth.
The sharp sting sends heat straight to my groin.
I squirm under him, my hips bucking involuntarily as he rolls the swollen flesh between his teeth, tugging hard enough to make my toes curl.
My cock throbs, painfully hard now, the head weeping pre-cum against my stomach. I try to reach down to touch myself, desperate for some relief, but Aiden catches my wrists. He pins my arms above my head with one hand, laughing against my chest.
“Ah, hands up,” he murmurs, switching his attention to my other nipple.
He gives it the same treatment, sucking the skin raw and wet until I’m whining, tossing my head back against the pillows.
He makes a game out of it, biting and laving at my chest until both nipples are aching and painfully sensitive.
The contrast between his playful banter and the dirty, degrading things he’s doing to my body messes with my head in a good way.
Aiden releases my wrists and slaps my bare thigh, a crisp smack that echoes. “Roll over.”
I scramble to obey, flipping onto my stomach.
I’m learning how things work around here, figuring out how to surrender to whatever they want to do with me.
Aiden grabs my hips in his big hands and hauls them up, dragging my knees forward until my ass is tipped up into the air.
Cool air washes over my bare skin, making me shiver, but then Aiden’s warm palms press flat against my cheeks.