Chapter Twelve
Aiden
Morning sunlight filters through the blinds, throwing bright lines across my messy sheets. I’m already awake, mostly because my morning wood is currently throbbing inside a very snug, very warm little rent boy.
Jax is dead to the world. He’s sprawled on his side with his face mashed into my pillows, mouth parted slightly.
I fucked him into a goddamn coma last night.
I lost count after the third time I came inside him, somewhere around two in the morning when he was just a whimpering, sweaty mess begging me to keep going.
Now, he’s so out of it he hasn’t even noticed my cock is still buried deep in his ass.
I pull him a fraction closer, my hips slotting against his bare cheeks. Jax makes a soft, grumbling noise in the back of his throat, a sleepy protest that makes me want to squeeze him. It’s stupidly cute.
I prop myself up on one elbow, shifting my weight so I don’t crush him but making sure I stay buried where I am.
The blanket got shoved down to the foot of the mattress hours ago, leaving his back and legs exposed.
I take my time looking at him. My eyes drag over the curve of his spine down to his thighs, but I keep getting distracted by the ink on his arms. I study the tattoos wrapping around his biceps, pine trees, jagged mountain peaks, and a couple of crossed arrows.
Typical outdoorsy white boy shit. On anyone else, I’d probably roast them for it.
On Jax, it just makes him look even more endearing. Sweet, sheltered, unexpected cockslut.
My dick gives a hard twitch inside him just thinking about how eager he’s been taking everything we dish out. The kid learns fast.
He finally stirs. His shoulders twitch, a long, slow exhale puffing past his lips as he drags himself back to consciousness.
He turns his head on the pillow, blinking bleary hazel eyes up at me.
The sunlight hits his face, and I watch the color in his irises shift, catching the light so they flare from a hazy forest green to a bright, warm gold.
Damn. I’ll never get tired of looking at him.
I flash him a grin and lean down, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. He scrunches his face up with a groan, but I don’t let up, pressing another kiss to his left eyelid, then his right.
“Mmph,” he mumbles, his voice rough and clogged with sleep. He tries to rub his face into the mattress to escape my mouth. “What’re you doing?”
“Waking you up,” I murmur, sliding my free hand down his flank to grip his hip. “Time to rise and shine, boy toy.”
He whines and tries to bury his face under my arm. “You’re too awake,” he grumbles into the sheets. “It’s annoying. Go back to sleep.”
I laugh and press my mouth to his temple. I bite gently at the skin there, tasting salt and sweat from last night. “Can’t help it. You’re too cute when you’re drooling all over my bed.”
He blindly reaches up and weakly swats at my shoulder, his fingers barely grazing my skin before his hand flops back onto the mattress. “Shut up, Aiden. Let me sleep.”
“You’ve slept enough,” I tease, giving my hips a shallow roll.
He gasps, his eyes snapping wide open as he feels it. His internal muscles bear down on my cock, squeezing me in a tight, wet grip that makes my breath stutter.
“See?” I grin, leaning over him so he has nowhere to look but at me. “You’re definitely awake now.”
“You’re a demon,” he pants, though he doesn’t try to pull away. If anything, he arches his back a little, pressing his ass firmer against my groin.
“Yeah, but you like it,” I say, sliding my hand around to cup his stomach. His skin is warm, his muscles relaxing under my palm. “Besides, I couldn’t pull out even if I wanted to. You’re holding onto me pretty tight in there.”
Jax flushes, the red color creeping up his neck and dusting his cheeks. He bites his bottom lip, looking away, but I catch his chin and force him to look back at me. I swap the teasing for something a little dirtier, leaning in close so my lips brush his when I speak.
“Admit it,” I say, keeping my voice low. “You love waking up full of my cock.”
He swallows, his golden-green eyes searching mine. “I’m not saying that.”
“You don’t have to,” I laugh, rolling my hips again, just enough to drag a soft, broken moan out of him. “Your slutty little ass is saying it for you.”
Jax glares at me, but it lacks any real bite, especially since he’s wriggling his hips backward to take more of my length. “I hate you.”
“Uh-huh. Sure you do.” I kiss him again, slotting my mouth over his and slipping my tongue past his lips. He opens up, kissing me back lazily, his hands finally coming up to wrap around my neck and pull me closer.
We stay like that for a while, tangled up in the sheets, my cock buried deep inside him while the morning sun warms the room.
When I finally slide out of him, the wet sound makes Jax whine. His hips follow me across the mattress for a second before he realizes I’m gone, and he tries to burrow his face back into the pillows to hide.
“Not happening, lazy,” I chuckle.
Before he can protest, I slide my arms under his knees and around his waist, hoisting him up against my chest. He yelps, his hands automatically scrambling to grab my shoulders so he doesn’t fall.
He feels surprisingly light, or maybe I’m just used to hauling bags of baseball gear around.
Carrying him naked across the room is no sweat.
“Aiden, what the fuck?” he complains, rubbing his eyes with the back of his wrist. “Put me down.”
“Bath time, baby boy,” I say, carrying him into the adjoining bathroom. “You’re covered in sweat and my cum. Plus, you need to soak that sore ass.”
I set him on his feet on the cold tile. He shivers, wrapping his arms around his ribs while I reach past him to turn on the faucet in the oversized soaking tub.
Hot water blasts out, sending steam creeping up the glass walls.
I adjust the temperature until it’s just hot enough, then step over the edge and sit back against the sloped porcelain.
The water starts filling the basin fast, swirling warm and soothing around my legs.
Jax hovers on the bathmat, shifting from foot to foot. He looks like a deer caught in headlights sometimes, standing there naked with those big hazel eyes and that messy brown hair. It makes me want to eat him alive.
“Come here,” I tell him, tapping my thighs under the water. “Get in.”
He bites his bottom lip, stepping into the tub. The heat makes him let out a soft sigh.
“Straddle me,” I add, pointing to my lap.
He wades closer, the water sloshing around his calves, and swings one leg over my hips. He settles over my lap, facing me. The water level hits our waists, warm and steaming. My cock is still hard, bobbing against his inner thigh under the bubbles.
“Be a good boy and ride me,” I murmur, grabbing his hips and guiding him down.
Jax reaches between us, his fingers wrapping around my dick.
He lines it up with his hole and pushes down.
The bathwater acts as a natural lube, mixing with what’s left inside his ass from last night, letting him slide onto my shaft smooth and easy.
He gasps, his hands flying up to brace against my shoulders as he sinks to the base.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, tossing his head back. “You’re so deep.”
“You take it so well,” I say, my thumbs digging into the soft skin of his waist. “Start moving for me, baby.”
He obeys, pushing up on his knees before dropping back down.
The buoyancy of the water makes him nearly weightless in my lap.
He moves, rolling his hips, dragging my cock deep inside his ass with every plunge.
The water sloshes against the sides of the tub, mixing with the wet, slapping sounds of his thighs hitting my pelvis.
I can’t keep my hands off him. He’s fucking gorgeous like this.
The steam flushes his cheeks a pretty pink color, his skin slick and wet under the bathroom lights.
I lean forward, catching one of his nipples in my mouth.
I suck hard, rolling the sensitive peak between my teeth.
Jax lets out a sharp moan, his fingers digging into my shoulders as his pace picks up.
I switch to the other side, licking and biting at his chest, feeling his stomach muscles jump against mine every time he bounces down on my dick.
“Good boy,” I praise, squeezing his waist. “Keep taking it. Show me how much you like it.”
“So good,” he pants. “Oh fuck, Aiden, it feels so good.”
It blows my mind watching him do this. If you told me a couple of weeks ago that this sheltered, naive kid Ash scooped off the street would be riding my cock with such relish, I wouldn’t have believed it.
When Ryker first laid out the terms of our arrangement, Jax was terrified.
He thought he was straight. But look at him now, he’s thriving.
We threw him into the deep end and gave him the attention he didn’t even know he craved, and he soaked it up like a sponge.
Ryker loves acting like he’s just using the kid, but the guy is obsessed with how much cum Jax can hold.
Ash treats him like a prince outside the bedroom, softening this whole crazy setup.
And me? I get to be the one who makes him laugh, who coaxes the playfulness out of him while I stretch his hole.
He loves being passed around, loves the way we strip him down and take care of him.
He adapted faster than any of us anticipated, turning into this needy, eager little slut who begs for our cocks.
“Aiden, oh fuck,” he whimpers, his breath hitching.
“I’m here,” I say, my hands sliding down to grip his bare ass cheeks under the water, kneading the soft flesh. “Keep going. Work that hole for me.”
He bounces faster, his hips snapping down on me. I watch the water ripple around us, my eyes dropping to his cock. It’s sticking up between our stomachs, flushed dark red and leaking pre-cum into the bath. He isn’t touching it. His hands are still gripping my shoulders, his knuckles white.