His eyes widened enough that I noticed, even from a distance. His chin dropped a bit as he looked at me. I had to wonder if it was submission or shyness. Either way, I wanted to see that look up close and personal. Preferably looking up at me as he knelt to worship my cock with those lips I wanted a taste of so desperately.
“Maybe you didn’t jump the gun after all. Lucky bastard.”
I didn’t acknowledge Ewen. I only had eyes for the boy who slowly made his way toward me from across the crowded dance floor. The room pulsed and vibrated with the music, the lights, somehow, synced with the sound surrounding us, creating a rainbow laser light show. Yet, with all the distractions, the only thing that registered with me was the boy.
God, he was jaw-droppingly gorgeous.
The way he moved… fluid, as if he glided on ice. His long legs encased in slim-fit jeans ate up the distance as his hips rolled. Graceful and fluid. He mesmerized me. A bomb could go off, and it wouldn’t have been enough to pull my gaze from him.
The closer he got, the more enraptured I became. My cock lengthened and throbbed in my pants. My blood hummed as it raced through my veins, fighting to keep my heaving lungs and tingling body oxygenated. I knew it had been awhile but fuck, I couldn’t ever remember a time when someone affected me the way this boy had and we’d not spoken or touched.
Yet.
SEVEN
AIDEN
I glanced up when someone stopped next to me. The bartender, who told me I’d have to add a payment method to my membership card, stood beside me, a Coke in his outstretched hand.
“I didn’t order that.”
“I know. It’s a gift from another member.”
“But I don’t know anyone here.”
“Maybe he wants to get to know you.”
“Who?”
The bartender pointed out a guy at the bar, and he might as well have filled my mouth with sand. That was the only thing lacking from the desert that took up residence there.
I took the drink and took a quick sip, then thanked the bartender who turned to go about his business. My gaze and attention remained on the Daddy, because the world had been cruelenough to me, surely it wouldn’t gift me with the epitome of a Daddy Dom and him not be interested in that role at all.
I took another sip of the icy, fizzy cola to steady my nerves. Calming them was too much to ask for, so steady was the goal, but I’d settle for not shaking so hard I fell off my feet. A third drink and a deep breath got me as close as I would probably get. Steeling my face, so not to give away how much he affected me, I made my way toward the handsome drink gifter.
Licking my lips, I watched his eyes track the movement like I tracked the puck as it danced across the ice in front of an opposing player’s stick
“I guess I should say thanks,” I said, my voice so breathless to my ears I sounded like I’d been on the ice for warm-ups.
“You’re very welcome, but it was my pleasure.”
His voice shot electricity through my veins and my cock, already rock hard, twitched in my pants.
“I’m Aiden,” I murmured, taking another drink.
“I’m Alex, and you are shooting my self-control in the damn head,” he said, running the tips of his fingers up my arm, a hairs breadth from my skin.
I shivered, and continued staring up at him through my lashes while sucking on the straw in the drink he bought me.
“What do you mean?”
He huffed a laugh, but not like he was frustrated with me. I couldn’t pinpoint the exact emotion behind the sound, which concerned me because foster kids and street kids especially survived on those instincts, but I knew it wasn’t frustration.
“I mean, those gorgeous eyes and that luscious mouth make me want to throw all the rules and caution out the window. I want to kiss you and fuck you and make you mine.”
My mouth dropped open, air rushing in to fill my chest with a silent gasp. I took a step toward him, tilting my chin up to look at him, blindly setting the drink he purchased on the bar.
Swallowing, I licked my lips, inching closer as I asked, “That… all that… sounds like a plan I can get in front of.”
