The way he called to me…
The way he drew me in…
The way he affected me…
Never. No one. Not a single soul I’d ever met made me feel the way he did when his gaze locked with mine from across the club while he sucked on that straw, his steel gray eyes fringed with those long lashes that were slightly darker than the hair on his head.
Using the membership card, I tapped it against the locking mechanism. The click and slide of the lock pierced the lust-laden silence. I shoved open the door, holding it for him, wondering if I’d need…
Guess not.
Aiden strode to the center of the room, not even waiting for the door to close before he pulled off his clothes. One piece at a time, slowly, surely uncovering his gorgeous body, breathtaking inch by gorgeous breathtaking inch, folding each piece of clothing meticulously.
And I watched.
My cock pulsed and throbbed.
My breathing deepened.
My hands shook.
I shut the door and moved farther into the room. I wanted, no, I needed a closer look. My eyes raked his body from toes to eyes and back again before making another trip north.
Fuck me, what a vision he was.
Adonis would’ve been jealous of the boy’s physique. If I thought he was beautiful before with his clothes on, I was mistaken. Chiseled from stone, muscle stacked his lithe frame. Freckles dusted his chest and shoulders. The tattoo inked into the skin of his upper arm gave him a ‘fuck off’ vibe that belied the boy within. A boy, I was desperate to make mine, if only for a night.
There was a problem with that thought.
I didn’t think a night would be enough.
Looking at him, I didn’t think the rest of time, right up until the end of the world, would be enough.
My mouth watered.
My breath fell heavier and shorter as he stood, his chin tilteddown and eyes trained on my face, cock jutting toward me, the tip glistening in the dim lamp light.
I licked my lips as my fingers found the buttons on the front of my shirt without losing sight of his handsome face. I’d never been with anyone who wore makeup, but the dark liner intrigued me. As did the lip gloss. Well… what was left of it after kissing him downstairs.
The twitching of his fingers caught my attention, and I paused. And fuck me but the whimper that came from him was like a shot ofViagradirectly to my dick. As if it needed to get any harder. The fucker was painful enough.
“Is there a problem?”
“No, sir.”
“Aiden, what was the rule we spoke of?”
“To always tell the truth. There isn’t a problem. I just wanted to undress you.”
“If there’s something you want, you have but to ask.”
“May I undress you, sir?”
“You may.”
He came toward me, not in a rush as I expected, but slowly, biting his lip. His gray eyes locked on the V of skin visible in my partially open shirt. His innocence was such a turn-on—something else I’d never experienced. I’d been with more men than I could count over my thirty-six years of life, but never a virgin. The thought of taking him was a heady one. But the thought of being his first, of opening him up, helping him embrace that part of himself… There were no words.
I let him control how fast he went, I waited as his hands found my shoulders, his fingers slowly trailed down my pecs, over my nipples, pausing to trace them with a hum of approval before moving to the buttons I’d not gotten to yet. I didn’t know if he realized how vocal he was, but he murmured, and whimpered, and hummed the whole time. Those sounds made me curious and anxious to hear what he sounded like when I sucked his dick or ate his ass or fucked him into the mattress waiting for us to destroy it.
