I shouldn’t be. Feck it all to hell and back, I just wasn’t sure.
But Aspen’s weight was good pressing against me, so I nudged my cock to his and felt mighty proud as a smirk spread across his face. I flexed, and Aspen held me down harder. I almost hated that he’d forced a safe word into this. Now I had to agree to his demands, which meant I was willingly following orders. What an underhanded shite. Warm tingles swept my body. “Ye said I could top,” I snapped.
He nodded and the sunlight streaming through the balcony doors caught in his brown eyes and set them aglow. His freckles were more prominent on his cheeks, and I wanted to pop kisses on the dots the way Vail did, only something that twisted around my insides held me back. It was cute when Vail did it. What would Aspen think of me if I did the same thing?
“I did say that,” he whispered. But rather than let me go, he leaned down and kissed me. I was a whore for the way he ground his crotch against mine. Adrenaline spiked in my blood. My fingers curled into fists. “You want this, too, though.”
The infuriating fecker wasn’t wrong. “Ye don’t know a thing about me.”
His eyelids slid lower until he was almost squinting as he dropped his face toward mine, taking so much time that I was strung tighter than a bow string and his lips weren’t even on mine yet. Everything was going arseways, even though I was lying still. This was bullshite.
“You’re not going to hit me or headbutt me or anything else right now.” He put more pressure on my wrists as if in warning. He’d have to do a damned sight more than that to get me to listen to him through fear, so that must mean he was relying on the goodness of my heart. Poor choice, in my opinion.
“Och, I’ll do what I gotta do.”
Aspen sighed and moved, as if he was going to get up, and I leaned in to press my mouth to his. I hated that I felt like I was begging him to stay. At first his lips were hard, then they softened as he tilted his head, and not long later he was teasing his tongue against the seam of my mouth. Feck it, I let him in because the kiss was good, and I wanted anything he did to me.
For a while, time floated past in a haze. Things began to get urgent, and everything seemed to slam into me at once, waking me up like a bee had stung me on the arse. We ground our cocks together, trying to start a fire. There were enough sparks flying between us it might happen. Aspen sucked on that spot on my neck that hurt in all the right ways, and I was wishing I could plant my cock in a nice hole—his, to be exact.
“Ye said I could fuck ye,” I reminded him.
He snorted and there was an amused gleam in his eyes. “I did.”
I wasn’t prepared for it when he climbed off me and walked away toward a corner of the room. I shivered, all at once cold. Disappointment slammed me as I used my elbows to prop myself up.
“Well, I can’t do it if ye’re all the way over there.”
He shook his head, ignoring me as he shoved his hand into the backpack he’d brought in with us earlier, then came back and tossed a familiar looking bottle on the bed at my side. It was the brand of lube we used at home.
“What the feck? Why did ye have that?”
Aspen stuck his hands into the pockets of his blue shorts and drew my attention to the bulge pressing against the front. I knew exactly what was waiting to spring free and wanted to give him a helping hand. He tilted his head. “You’ve been talking about your dick nonstop, and I thought for sure you would want to do something with it while we’re stuck doing something as—”
“Piss boring as being the lookout? Ye do know me.” I gave him my smarmiest smirk. “Feed me and let me fuck someone and I’m a happy bloke.”
“I do know that about you.” He stared down his nose at me, a move that simultaneously made me nervous and irritated. “Show me what I’m getting,” he said in that no-nonsense tone of his.
Swallowing hard, I stood up. It was about seven donkey’s years before I worked up the courage to strip off my T-shirt. Aspen was looking more fecking superior with every second that went by, so I hurried and got naked. I looked fecking good, and I slid my hand along my abs to show off for him. The muscles were rock-hard and defined and probably one of the manliest things on my body—aside from my cock. Aspen ate me up with his gaze and it made me stand taller and feel a hell of a lot better about life. We’d been waltzing on this particular knife edge for a while, and a wave of dizzy anticipation had my head feeling like a balloon barely attached to my body.
I slid my hand to my cock and gave myself a tug, then snagged the lube off the bed and drizzled a healthy heap along my shaft. The cool gel gave me a full-body shiver, and Aspen quirked a small grin in my direction. He didn’t say anything as I coated my cock until it gleamed. “Ye want it?” I asked, shaking my hard-on at him.
He nodded. “You know I do.”
I bit the tip of my tongue and glided my hand along my cock faster. Tension and need tangled up in my gut.
Aspen strode forward and snagged my wrist, making me stop. My heart skipped a beat. “I want to be the one to get you there. Otherwise, you might as well go jerk off in the bathroom.”
“Won’t come unless I mean to do it,” I shot back, but my ragged breath called me a liar.
He reached down and cupped my balls, and I swallowed hard and let go of myself.
Excitement raced through me as Aspen stepped closer, still dressed, and feck me if it didn’t seem as if he was the one in control of this experiment from hell. How did that happen?
“If we’re doing this—” He dotted kisses along my cheek, and my chest warmed until it felt like liquid gold had been poured inside me. “—then your dick is mine for now, don’t you think?”
“Ye want my cum in ye, not on ye?” I asked, and pleasure tickled through me as he gave my sack a gentle tug that was almost too much. I hovered between pain and ecstasy—and the edges were blurred. He didn’t answer me, only attacked my mouth again. I wrapped my arms around his firm shoulders, and he let my sack go to drag me close. The smell of Aspen, musk and the products he used, reminded me of home and made me miss the other boys even worse, but he quickly chased away my maudlin bullshite with his tongue.
For a while we pushed each other around with our body weight, but eventually my knees hit the back of the bed and I went down first. I didn’t exactly fight it this time as Aspen crashed on top of me. He squared his body over mine as if he expected a battle royale.
