Thirteen #3
The room got a thousand times cooler the second the light clicked off. The lamp on the nightstand was a hurricane one and bathed the room in a soft amber glow.
“You should have seen the size of the roach in here earlier.”
“Roach,” he said with a cough, sitting down beside me.
His hand slid over the T-shirt covering my stomach. I had on my sleep shorts along with it, as I had been ready to go to bed.
“Stop that.”
“Just be quiet.”
“Go away,” I said, giggling.
“Mmhmm,” he hummed under his breath.
I felt his warm hand slip up under the hem of the T-shirt and slide across my bare skin.
“God, Jory, your skin is just as gold and perfect as I remember.”
“Move your hand, Aaron.”
And his fingers, which had actually felt really good, were gone.
“Thank you. Now go find Jaden and go to sleep.”
“I will, just wait a minute.”
I could feel my body sinking down into the bed.
“It starts out great. It always does,” he said, and his hand was back in my hair, which I considered okay.
His fingers smoothed over my eyebrows and down my lashes.
“I like a guy, he likes me, but somewhere along the way, I get bored—really bored. Then I try to make him into the one guy who never bored me—you.”
If Sam Kage let any man but me touch his hair, slip fingertips down his nose, his lips, I’d lose my mind. The double standard was not fair.
“Go sit on the chair,” I told him, gently brushing his hand off me.
“Sorry. I’ll stop, just let me sit here.”
“Aaron—”
“What can I do that won’t violate your promise to Sam Kage?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Is a blow job sex or not?”
“You’re not serious,” I teased him, my eyes drifting open as I smiled up at him. “Of course a blow job is sex. Don’t be stupid.”
“A kiss? One kiss. Could I have that?”
“Get the fuck out,” I said, laughing at him. “Go kiss Jaden.”
“I want to kiss you, Jory,” he said, leaning down until his lips were hovering over mine. “I want to suck this,” he said as his hand—his strong, capable hand—squeezed my cock through the thin cotton of my sleep shorts.
“Fuck,” I groaned, shuddering.
“Oh, baby, please,” he said.
He let me go, I knew, right before he would peel off my nightclothes and take me into his hot, wet mouth.
We had done it so many times in the past. Aaron Sutter loved to give head, loved the feel of a dick sliding over his tongue, pushing against the back of his throat, and loved the taste of cum as he swallowed it.
He had once gone to his knees at a restaurant for me, my thighs spread under the table, belt loosened, button free.
The slide of the zipper, that sound, thrilled me.
His fingers slipped just a fraction into my hole, his tongue making everything wet and slick with saliva.
The whole time, I was begged to fuck his mouth, make him gag if I could.
But then he stopped. There had never been the next piece I needed, wanted, even though I had voiced what it was that would make me scream his name more than once.
When Sam sucked me off, he wouldn’t stop until I came.
Once I did, he would shove his tongue in my hole and give me the deep rimming I craved.
As I panted his name, stretched and ready, he would pull back, slide two lubed fingers deep inside me, scissoring before filling my channel with his long, hard, thick cock.
I would be manhandled, my thighs pressed to my chest as he pounded into me until I could feel him in my core.
The climax—my second, his first—could normally be heard as well as felt since I was a very noisy lover.
“Fuck!” I yelled, my whole body screaming for the man I loved.
I was hard and aching and throbbing and so giving Aaron Sutter the wrong damn message.
I didn’t want him. I wanted Sam. It was only ever Sam.
His fingers slid under the elastic waistband of my sleep shorts.
“Jory, baby, I’m going to make you feel so good.”
Shit, shit, shit!
I scrambled back fast, fell off the side, hit the floor, and crawled underneath the bed.
“Jory, what the hell are you doing?” he yelled at me.
I was under the bed, and the reality of the situation made me laugh. I couldn’t help it. Ridiculous. I was such a space cadet. You didn’t think about one man while another was trying to seduce you. How stupid was that?
The door flung open then, bounced off the wall, and I saw feet from where I was, but that was it.
“Aaron, what the fuck?”
“Jaden, what are you doing in here?”
“What are you doing in here, and where the hell is Jory?”
Jory is under the bed, I thought, but I wasn’t going to announce myself, and my guess was that neither was Aaron.
“I wanted to talk to him, but I can do it in the morning.”
“Oh.” He calmed, surprised. “He’s not here?”
“No.”
“Yeah, but is he okay? I know you were worried.”
All trace of anger was gone since there was no sign of me.
“He’s fine. His stuff’s here, and it looks like he took a shower. Let’s go back to our room and talk, okay?”
“Sure,” Jaden agreed.
When the door closed, I climbed out from under the bed, locked myself in, turned off all the lights, and got in bed. I was passed out in seconds.
I dreamed about Sam Kage.