9. Aidan #3
Mika remained steady, however, maintaining his rhythm and sliding all of me into him as if he needed every inch of me in his body each time.
I watched as his body broke out in a thin layer of sweat as he took his time.
Meanwhile, my hands roamed over the parts of his body I could reach, stroking his thighs, running my fingertips over his stomach, gripping his cock and stroking it to watch him stutter when I did so.
It was…everything I’d ever wanted back then, and I couldn’t help but savor every inch of me that slid in and out of him.
The way his body gripped me, flexing now and then, threatening to tip me over the edge before it danced out of reach.
His fingers dug into my chest as he rode me expertly, and I wondered if he had been bottoming more since we’d broken up or if it was just a translation of motion and skill from topping.
“Fuck,” he gasped, and I could feel the tremor in his legs growing stronger. “So good.”
With a grunt, I made up my mind and pushed up when he lowered himself the next time.
He lost balance, and I wrapped an arm around the middle of his back and pulled him close before twisting and lowering him.
The height difference made it tricky to kiss him, and I felt myself slide out of him as I tried.
I yanked his hips up and smashed my lips against his before shoving my hips forward.
He gasped into my mouth, his fingers tightening on my back as I thrust into him again and again.
I broke the kiss to readjust and grab a pillow to shove under his hips.
I may be an amateur top, but I knew where a prostate was, and how to make it easier to hit.
It was all about the angles, and my shitty high school geometry grade be damned, because when I next thrust down, his back arched slightly as he gave a soft cry.
That was all I needed, and I pressed my hand against his stomach to hold him in place as I took over and thrust into him.
His head fell back as he quickly gave up the attempt to reach me with his mouth.
I held onto him, rolling my hips and making him cry out again and again.
It was my turn to break into a sweat, but even with the exertion, even with the heat growing in the room, I wasn’t going to stop.
His body wrapped around me intensely, and I kept going, pushing my cock into him, speeding up slightly as I chased both our orgasms. His cries became sharp gusts of breath, and I wondered if I might achieve a hands-free orgasm on someone again.
My wish was granted as his hands scrambled against the mattress, gripping hard to the fabric as he shoved himself into my thrusts.
His cock jumped, the tip soaking wet as the muscles in his neck stood out.
His breath heaved, and his body went taut, tightening around me so much it was hard to move, but I kept going, I kept pushing, shoving him toward the edge.
I watched as he came undone, his dick jumping, spurting all over the place as he gave a low, keening cry that seemed to have endless breath behind it.
His body shook as he came, and the last thread inside me snapped.
My hips slamming against his ass, I watched as he came even harder.
With a cry, I shoved as deep as I could physically reach inside him as I felt the warmth of my cum fill him up from the inside, snapping his eyes open.
Our gazes met as the last of my orgasm faded and his was down to a light dribble that ran down the side of his cock.
I gently eased out, unable to resist the urge to bend down and take his half-hard cock in my mouth, making him jerk and grunt in complaint, but I tasted him before releasing him.
I moved up to lie beside him with a groan, sliding my fingers along his jawline and pulling his face to me to kiss him.
I savored that kiss just as I had savored everything leading up to that moment. Everything we’d just done had left me with the same contentment I’d woken up with, but there was a sense of satisfaction, of belonging that hadn’t been there before.
“I believe you,” he said softly, pressing his forehead against mine.
“And there’s probably going to be times when you wonder,” I said softly, nuzzling against him, “if maybe, just maybe, this is just a fluke. When you’ll wonder if one day I’m going to go back to my old ways.”
“I don’t want to,” he admitted.
“I know,” I said, because I knew. “But I also know it’s not easy to let go of things when they get deep enough under your skin. Like you said last night, we’re working on things, we’re getting there.”
“Kinda wish we were already there,” he said.
“What?” I scoffed. “I just got you there. I got there too. Which is why your ass is full of my cum, and your stomach is covered in yours.”
He rolled his eyes and grabbed his shirt from the night before and wiped himself off. “Just had to ruin it, didn’t you?”
“We were getting serious again,” I chuckled, climbing over him to lie on his chest and making him swat me. “No, you stop it. I’m comfy.”
“I don’t care,” he told me. “You went and ruined the moment.”
“You love it,” I said as I lay on him, ignoring his proclamation that I had put on weight because we both knew that weight was all muscle.
He sighed in defeat, running his fingers through my hair. “So…everyone knows, huh?”
“Well, Reno wasn’t sure who knew. But I’m guessing whatever he heard made him think everyone else knew,” I told him. “Or at least suspected.”
“I guess for two people who had such a hard time being in the same room, to suddenly be around each other all the time had to be pretty noticeable,” he said with a sigh. “What else did he say?”
“Threatened to beat my ass if I broke your heart.”
“I…he better not have or I’ll beat his ass.”
I chuckled. “He didn’t. I thought he was going to, but he just told me we had better not let things get to the way they were before because he liked having me around and he wanted someone else to bitch about you with.”
Mika rolled his eyes. “Of course, that was his motivation.”
I chuckled. “Siblings.”
“So he was off to do paperwork?”
“I guess, and then samples.”
“At least Xander will be happy to have Jake out of his hair for a few hours.”
“Uh,” I said, and winced. “I mentioned that too, and he said Jake wasn’t going.”
“Which isn’t all that weird, but that look on your face tells me it’s probably not normal,” he said, sounding concerned.
Which was completely fair because I was a little concerned. “Well…it’s just that the way he said no was…weird. I think there’s something going on with them.”
“Great,” Mika said with a sigh, pushing upright and running a hand through his hair. “So our leader and co-leader are at odds, a mix between a lover’s spat and a professional one. And now my brother and his best friend are having some sort of issue.”
“Meanwhile, you’re here trying to reconnect with your ex-boyfriend and having sex,” I said dryly, sensing the direction he was going.
He shot me a look. “Excellent sex that I will have with you again soon, yes.”
“Good, because, you know, I think I’m warming up to this whole topping thing. Just need to practice some more,” I said with a shrug.
“Oh, I’m your latest practice partner, huh?” he asked with a wry snort.
“Well, I never really focused on trying to be better at topping. Felt like there was always something more important to focus on considering I was more comfortable bottoming,” I said, rubbing his back.
“But that…was great. I can see why you like it so much. And for once, I didn’t have many nerves when fucking someone. So why not practice with you…plenty.”
“For the next partner?” he asked, then winced. “Sorry.”
“I hope not,” I said quietly before I could think what I was saying.
“You hope I’m not sorry,” he asked incredulously.
“No, I…really?” I snorted. “No, I meant…ugh, I hope there isn’t a next one.”
“Why do you have to make it sound like it was painful to say that?”
“Shut up.”
He smiled. “All that work you’ve put in to better yourself. I would have never known that you were doing this.”
“How pissed would you have been if you had known?” I wondered.
He thought about that for a minute before grunting. “Pretty pissed, actually. It was hard enough to know it had happened while I was benefiting from it, so okay, bad example. I just—”
I looked him over. “Is this about me or Reno?”
“Yes,” he answered grumpily, and I laughed. “It’s not funny.”
“It kind of is. Talk to me,” I said soothingly.
“I don’t know if that’s a good plan.”
“Try me.”
“I just…I hate not knowing what’s going on with him. And to get more evidence that he is upset and something is going on with Jake, but he’s…he’s not telling me anything. He’s keeping things from me,” he said with a frown. “Like you did.”
I swallowed the first thing that came to mind, mostly because…
wasn’t I keeping something from him right now?
As much as I tried to tell myself my reports were barely official and didn’t contain any secrets or damning information, it still felt wrong.
It had felt wrong before I’d even shown up, but desperation for a proper job and a new start had made me swallow my misgivings and follow through because, hell, I needed to do something.
Except it was worse. These weren’t hypothetical men I felt guilty spying on; these were men and a woman, I knew personally.
I worked beside them, hell, even literally fought beside them, and yet I was still keeping tabs on them.
I was still sending in my reports, and I was still doing it without anyone knowing.
Now I had the one that got away looking me in the eye and reminding me of the secrets I would keep from him, the lies I would tell.
Not that I was lying about the reports, the…
spying, but I might as well have been. Had I learned anything of importance if I was going to sit here and let this secret continue?
It was time I told him, even if the timing wasn’t the greatest after we had finally gained a measure of trust and understanding between us.