Jed #2
“Holy fuck, Aid,” I murmur, taking in the sight of him laid totally bare beneath me. His cock springs out of his boxers, stiff and pink and wet at the tip, and fucking edible just inches away from my lips. “You’re something else.”
He moans softly, a whimper that’s half turned-on and half bashful, his cheeks reddening under my gaze. So I take mercy on him and swallow his cock in one smooth movement, relishing in the way his back arches and his hand grips my shoulder like he’s holding on for dear life.
He’s breathless under me, his lips lifting instinctively to push deeper into my mouth, each movement drawing another delicious, desperate sound out of him.
Precum leaks onto my tongue, and just the salty taste of it and the sound of him falling apart above me is nearly enough to make me fall apart right there.
I take my time, not wanting to rush this but struggling to hold back.
I pull off him with a slick noise and stroke him in my hand, watching the way he pulses against my palm, his huge, perfect body writhing against the sheets.
I duck my head to taste his slick, licking a stripe over his puckered hole, all the way up his shaft and over the shining crown of his cock.
Aiden’s hands abandon my shoulders, twisting in my hair instead, holding me close and then pushing me away, using his strength to guide me in exactly the way he needs.
“Jed—fuck, Jed, wait,” he chokes, his quads quivering where they’re pressed against my ribs. His dark curls are plastered to his head, the flush spreading all the way from his cheeks down to his chest. “Feels too good. I don’t want to… finish like this.”
His voice is raspy, his dark eyes searching mine as he tugs me back up by my hair and crashes our lips back together.
“What do you want?” I ask in between feverish kisses, grunting as his hands free my cock from my briefs, the skin on skin contact pulling a rough growl out of me. “I’ll give you whatever you want, Aid.”
“Inside me,” he purrs against my mouth, his scent sweet and thick and everywhere. “I want you to fuck me.”
Every muscle in my body tenses, seized by a possessive rush of heat that roars through my veins and makes my entire body hot.
I kick my briefs off the rest of the way and pry his legs apart.
His hole is glistening with slick, and when I push a calloused finger inside him slowly, his head falls back and his cock kicks, leaking precum onto his clenching abs.
“Look at you,” I mumble in awe, leaning down to kiss the sweat off his collarbones as I ease in another finger, opening him up for me. “So fucking wet for me.”
I curl my fingers and Aiden lets out a shuddering gasp as I find his sweet spot, his hips jerking into my touch. More slick covers my fingers, and my cock throbs, desperate to be buried inside that tight heat.
“You’d better fuck me right now,” he rasps, running his hands up and down my chest greedily, his eyes hazy.
I take my cock and rub the thick head through his slick, smirking. “Or what?”
“Or I’ll have to take it from you,” Aiden grins, his hands grasping my sides firmly and his thighs clamping around my hips. I’m about to respond with something snarky, but he whips the words right out of my mouth, using his incredible strength to flip me onto my back before I know what’s happening.
My head hits the mattress, but before Aiden can even think about pinning my arms, the reflexes trained into me from years in the ring kicks in. I twist my weight, rolling us right back over so he's flat on his back again with me planted firmly between his knees.
“Nice try,” I chuckle, my voice a low growl against his ear. “You're fast, Aid, but you're not beating an ex-pro in a scramble.”
Aiden lets out a breathy, frustrated laugh, his dark eyes flashing with a mix of surprise and heat. “Foul,” he pants, his chest heaving under mine, his hips bucking up just enough to rub his wet cock against my thigh. “That was a cheap move.”
“Ref didn't call it,” I grin, bending down to catch his lower lip between my teeth and biting gently until he lets out a low, needy moan.
My hands slide down and hook under his thighs. I lift his legs, resting his knees over my shoulders to open him up for me. My mouth goes dry, my cock throbbing so hard against my stomach it’s almost painful.
“Look at you,” I murmur, taking my shaft and rubbing the wet head against his entrance, gathering his slick until I’m coated in his sweet orange blossom scent. “You have any idea what you're doing to me?”
“Jed...” Aiden rasps, his fingers digging into the bedsheets, his knuckles white. “Stop teasing and just—”
I don't let him finish. I align myself and push forward, sinking the broad head of my cock past his tight rim.
Aiden’s head snaps back into the pillow. His whole body goes taut, his inner muscles clenching hard around me as I freeze, giving him a second to adjust to the stretch. I lean down, pressing soft kisses to his jaw, his cheekbone, the corner of his mouth, breathing him in until my head spins.
“You good?” I whisper, my voice thick.
“So good,” he chokes out, his hands reaching up to grip my biceps, his dark eyes opening to lock onto mine. “Don't stop. I want all of you.”
I slowly ease the rest of my length inside him, burying myself to the hilt in his heat. The sensation is so incredible it tears a guttural groan straight out of my chest. Aiden arches into it with a long, helpless sigh, his legs wrapping tight around my waist to lock me close.
I rut into him with sharp snaps of my hips, building to a steady rhythm that has both of us falling apart far too quickly. Sweat beads on my neck as I drive forward again and again, the wet slap of our skin colliding obscene and intoxicating in the small space.
“F-fuck, Jed,” Aiden moans, his hands scrambling against my back and his face twisted in pleasure. “I’m not gonna last. God, right there—”
My mouth drops open as I watch his cock stiffen against his stomach, red and untouched.
“You gonna come just from my cock, omega?” I say breathlessly, amazed and turned on beyond belief. “Gonna make a mess all over your pretty stomach for me?”
Aiden makes a choked, broken sound and tenses around me, his body pulling taut like a string.
And then his hole is clenching around me in powerful waves as his eyes squeeze shut, his cock spurting in thick ribbons across his abs as he comes completely untouched, and fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I watch him fall apart and fuck him through it for as I long as I can before I lose control.
I go to pull out, but Aiden uses his incredible strength to pull me balls deep as I come apart, my cock pulsing inside him as my vision blurs at the edges, narrowing down to nothing but the perfect omega trembling around me and the expression of total bliss on his face.
Aiden lets out a huffed chuckle against my neck—a soft, almost disbelieving sound. I can't help the breathy laugh that bubbles out of me in response, our foreheads pressing together in the dim light as our lungs fight to catch up. I press a kiss to his scent gland, and he shivers.
“Fucking hell, Aid,” I whisper, my voice wrecked and happy.
He lets out another faint exhale of a laugh, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners in that lovely way I’ve grown kind of addicted to over the last month. His hands are still loosely wrapped around my back, his body boneless beneath mine.
I lean in, kissing him slow and deep until I start to soften, slipping out of him with a faint grunt. When I pull back, he looks satisfied and more than a little sleepy.
“I'm gonna…” I clear my throat, reluctantly untangling my legs from his and slipping out of the warm bed. “I'll be right back.”
I pad bare-footed into the hotel bathroom, rinsing off at the sink and running a hand towel under warm water. When I step back out into the soft glow of the bedroom, I stop, watching him.
Aiden is already fast asleep. He’s sprawled on his back, dark curls messy against the white pillow, his glasses sitting crookedly on the bridge of his nose where he clearly drifted off mid-stretch.
A helpless smile tugs at my mouth. I walk over, carefully sliding his glasses off his face and placing them gently on the nightstand. I use the damp towel to wipe down his stomach and thighs, but he barely stirs, just letting out a soft hum into the mattress.
I toss the cloth aside, crawl back into bed, and pull the thin sheet over both of us.
I drag his back against my chest, wrapping my arms tight around his waist and burying my face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the sweet, rich tang of orange blossom and my lingering bourbon, now completely intertwined.