“You’re gorgeous,” he said while he pushed the shirt off my shoulders and down my arms. The rolled cuffs bunched and flipped the sleeves inside out as I pulled my hands free.
Without a single reminder, he folded my shirt as meticulously as he had his own before turning back to me, stepping close enough that our chests brushed when we inhaled at the same time. I needed another taste. He must’ve too because he tilted his chin up, offering me his mouth.
Our lips met softly, at first, gentle pressing and separating turned to sips, sucks, and nips. But it didn’t stay soft or gentle. The wanton, needy boy in my arms opened his mouth, and I took it. Fiercely. Tongue plunging into his depths, owning him and wallowing in sultry, smutty, sexy sounds that fed the inferno already surging through my body.
His mouth disappeared from mine before I was ready, but I sighed when my cock bounced free. Dangerous. That’s what he was. He’d distracted me so much with that gorgeous, sexy mouth that I didn’t realize he opened my pants.
With a soft thud, his knees met the carpet, and he pulled my pants and briefs down my legs as I toed off my shoes. Pants, socks, and underwear ended up in the neatly folded pile on thetable with my shirt, stacked next to his, all without him moving from the floor between my feet. His head fell back onto his shoulders as he gazed up at me.
“Please, sir, may I suck your cock?”
Who was I to deny the boy?
Soft silken threads twined around my fingers as I slid my hand into his hair, fisting it at the back of his head.
“Open for me, boy.”
Immediate obedience.
“Wider.”
Again, no hesitation.
Gripping the base of my shaft, I rubbed my cock head across his full lips, painting them glossy with the precum leaking from my tip.
“Stick out your tongue.”
I groaned.
“Fuck, that’s a sight I could get used to.”
I eased into his mouth, inch by inch, forcing myself into him, until tears glistened in his eyes and his throat closed around the head of my dick, massaging it deliciously. My balls rested against his chin. I couldn’t wait much longer.
“Now that I know you can take all of me, I’ve gotta fuck that gorgeous mouth. If you need to slow down, smack my thigh. If you need to stop, pinch me. Hard.”
He nodded, my dick rubbing the roof of his mouth while histongue cupped the underside of my shaft. The boy might be an innocent, but fuck, he was a natural.
I pulled out, then thrust into him. His wet eyes, surrounded by tear-spiked lashes, stared up at me as he moaned. The sound turned to a whimper when I pulled out, changing again as I pushed in. Out and in, and out again, only to repeat the movements over and over.
His eyes begged for more, as did the litany of grunts, groans, and whines that vibrated around my dick. I couldn’t stop myself from using him roughly.
Neediness grew, dropping lower and lower until the orgasm that tickled the edges of my subconscious slipped into the forefront of my mind. I groaned, pulling Aiden off my cock. The string of saliva, thickened with my precum that stretched between his mouth and my dick, turned me feral.
I yanked the boy to his feet, plunging my tongue into his mouth, drinking the taste of myself from his mouth. He straddled my thigh, pressing the length of his dick as he rode me—lost in a haze of lust.
Wrapping my hands around his thighs, I picked him up. His arms and long legs locked around me, as I moved us to the bed, climbing on first one knee, then the other. Leaning over, I placed him on the mattress, pulling his arms from the stranglehold they had on my neck as I drew away from his mouth. His hands clasped in one of mine, I pressed them to the bed and hovered over him.
“Oh, my God. Please.”
Tracing his pouty, kiss-swollen mouth, I shushed him, “Patience, baby boy. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”
Sitting up, I reached for the lube sitting on the nightstand. The owners of this club thought of everything. There were condoms in a bowl on both nightstands and several popular brands of lube. Including the one I liked the most.
My fingers trailed down his body, tweaking his nipples with one hand as I grabbed a couple of condoms and tossed them on the bed. At the bite of pain, he gasped and moaned, arching into my touch. He was exquisite. His skin, a beautiful porcelain, freckles dusted across his torso and down his body in a fading gradient that held me captive. I wanted to count them. And kiss and lick them too.
But that had to wait.
I had to have him.
