Irritated, I jumped up to follow him. “What are ye doing? I thought we weren’t gonna fuck around?” My heart hammered faster as I hustled to keep up with him.
He snagged my hand and dragged me away from the door that led to the VIP rooms, which were spots where an enterprising bloke with a fat wallet could get a quick blowjob, and moved on toward the peep show gallery. It was a seedy, disgusting area where men went to tug it in peace while a live dancer spread it all for you to watch. It was a good time, if you were in the right frame of mind, and I’d tried it once or twice to see what the fuss was about.
We went through the doorway ringed in bright bulbs like something off a carnival fairway. On each side of the long galley there were semiprivate spaces. Dividers between chairs kept the pervs from having to make eye contact with each other while they had their twig in their hand. About half the spots were full and the men in them weren’t shy about what they were doing. Moaning and panting was a background chorus to the proceedings. Aspen dragged me into the first spot on our right and shoved aside the armchair, then took out a credit card and popped it into a reader on the wall to the left of the large plexiglass window.
“You wanna see a guy or girl?” He glanced over his shoulder and waggled his eyebrows.
Laughing, I hung my head. “Don’t care.”
I didn’t know what he selected, but when the screen lifted, on the other side of the glass a man was in there shaking it all in a teeny blue thong. He laughed when he noticed two of us and turned around to give us a good view of his arse as he moved to a steady beat.
Aspen walked over to me, and I wasn’t prepared for it when he cupped my cheeks.
My mouth dropped open because I wanted to ask questions, but he covered my lips with his soft ones, and even though he’d paid for a show, my eyes slid shut. Every piece of me was on edge and focused on him. We fought, our tongues doing battle. I wasn’t giving in easy. He dragged me close, and I wrapped my arms around his waist. We dueled until he sucked on the tip of my tongue, and my cock throbbed where it was pressed up against his wood. I would hate to say he defeated me, but I rested all my weight against his body and rocked with him. I wasn’t quite sure how it happened, but he slid his tongue into my mouth, filling my body with a warm, living piece of his.
I thought I was going to fecking empty my load in my briefs.
We kissed and rutted together, and I could barely stand being stuck in my clothing. I slid my hand down to wriggle it between us and palmed Aspen’s bulge. I’d jerked him off before and liked it. I lowered his zipper, and he nodded but didn’t stop kissing me. When I had him out, I used the precum on his tip and smoothed the thick liquid down over his hard-on before I began tugging lightly.
He nipped at my bottom lip, and then his hand was on my zipper, lowering it. I moaned against his mouth as he shoved down my briefs and maneuvered my cock out into the open. I shivered as the cool air hit my superheated skin.
He stopped kissing me and stared into my face as he stroked me once from base to tip, toying with my foreskin. The intense look in his eyes and the fact that this was Aspen touching me had me on edge in nearly no time at all.
“Don’t forget to tug me,” he said with a grin.
“Feck,” I snarled and moved my hand again. I gave his thick shaft a good squeeze.
He laughed but it turned into a gasp as I jerked him off like we were on the Titanic and it was sinking and this was the last time we would get to feck around. I slammed my mouth against his so hard it hurt, but he gave it right back to me.
Before I knew it, I was coming with one arm curled around his neck. I buried my face against him and took deep whiffs of his bright scent while I blew my load. It felt surreal to empty my nuts with him all alone. When I was done trembling, I moved my hand over the soft skin of his wood again and sucked on his neck.
“Yes, faster,” he said, and a sharp thrill raced through my body. I thought about sinking to my knees and feasting on him, but there was something holding me back, and it wasn’t the dirty floor.
“Do ye like this?” I asked.
He chuckled. “What do you think?”
Feck, I had no idea. I loved getting off, but that wasn’t really what I was asking him. I dropped to my knees anyway, feeling like a total fecking tool but wanting to taste him. I slid my mouth around his cock and sucked on the tip. I’d seen him fuck people with this thick piece of flesh until they screamed their pleasure, and a vicious thrill slid through me as I bobbed down on him.
“Holy fuck, Cillian,” he said, voice raw, and that was it. A burst of musk hit my tongue and I gulped it down. He unloaded several more times, and I rushed to swallow, but the final blast was a lot and some dribbled out of the corners of my mouth. I sat back and licked my lips, chasing drops of his cream while staring at his cock. He eased away from me and tucked himself back into his jeans, and I quickly did the same as I realized the screen had lowered over our dancer, and I had no idea how long he’d been done.
My knees shook as I got to my feet and I ignored it. Aspen dragged me close, but I had trouble looking into his eyes. My head was full of rocks. He squeezed my arse and it hurt. Sparks of lust raced through my gut. I leaned my forehead on his shoulder.
“Will ye put that green gunk on me again?”
“The aloe?” He kissed my ear, and I punched his shoulder—too hard—but he didn’t say anything about it.
“Aye.”
Aspen squeezed my arse again, treating me rough, which I loved.
I shoved him away and cleared my throat as I straightened my suit and got decent. “Ye’re not anywhere close to getting in me arse just because I had yer cock in me mouth. So’s ye know.” I turned and headed out, and he laughed as he followed me.
5
ASPEN
Cillianand I had been friends for a long time. We’d been through thick and thin together, and the one thing I could say for certain was that I trusted him. He was honest, and if he said he wasn’t going to touch anyone, I believed him.
