My core spasms. He pitched his voice lower, and it was rough, like he could barely get the words out when he asked me.
I could take Aiden’s offer . . .
I brush my fingertips against my bottom lip, and I smile. He says he doesn’t kiss, but dear God, the man’s kisses are mind-drugging, and he makes it seem like he wants it as badly as I do.
He’s never acted weird like this with me before. And I don’t mean with the kiss—as much as that’s shocking. When he snuck behind me while I was processing what Brandon said, I noticed the change in him. Menace laced his words, and he purposely mispronounced Brandon’s name each time.
I should be upset with him, yet I’m not. All I can think about is how he kissed me in front of my crush and how perfect it felt. I avoided looking at Brandon because I was worried he’d see just how much Aiden affected me.
Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I shut the door and grab Aiden’s helmet. Normally he keeps it in his room, but I don’t think he wants my company right now.
I roll my lips together, chasing the feeling of his mouth on mine. My legs squeeze tight, and I slam my eyes against the dull throb in my core.
I retreat upstairs and pass Aiden’s bedroom door, then pause when I notice it cracked open. If it’s not closed all the way, then he doesn’t need privacy . . . right?
Checking the area in the hallway like I’m about to do something bad, I creep closer to his door with his helmet in hand. I can use the excuse that I’m dropping off his safety gear before ducking into my room for some alone time.
Harsh breaths fill the silence, along with the wet sounds of flesh on flesh.
My stomach flips, and I peek through the crack. My eyes widen, and I fumble his helmet. Thankfully, I catch it before it crashes against the floor.
Aiden’s back faces me as he stands in the middle of his dark room. His pants hang around his knees, baring his tanned ass and tattooed thighs. His left arm moves up and down, and his right hand covers his face, muffling his groans as he pleasures himself.
I watch, unable to look away from the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. His hips flex with his quick strokes, the muscles in his ass tightening from the movement.
In all my twenty years of life, I’ve never watched a man jack off from this viewpoint. The camera angles in porn usually show the front or side view—never behind. Something about this unfamiliar angle adds a more alluring and erotic element to it. I can’tseewhat he’s doing, but I know he’s doing it.
As badly as I ache to watch my brother reach his climax, I don’t want to risk getting caught. Holding my breath, I inch backward and pray the old floors don’t give me away by creaking under my weight. My heart races, matching the same pace as the thumping in my clit.
The floor betrays me with a loud groan.
I freeze. My shoulders rise to my ears, and I wait for Aiden to spin around and call me out for being a perv for watching him.
He never does.
His back remains facing me, and he fucks his fist while holding his hand over his mouth.
I don’t breathe, even though my lungs are screaming for me to fill them with oxygen as I take another step backward. Then another. I move away from his doorway and duck inside my bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind me. Leaning against it, I suck in a ragged breath and hug his helmet against my chest.
There’s no way I can go to bed and get any sleep without taking care of this problem.
I shove away from the door and stride to my nightstand, where the bottom drawer hides my toys. I drop Aiden’s helmet onto my bed and dig into the drawer until I find the one toy I desperately need right now.
Raising the nine-inch dildo, I give it a little shake and watch it wobble from side to side.
I fish the bottle of lube out of the drawer, then glance around my room, searching for the perfect spot to slap the suction cup onto. Normally, I lie on my back on the bed and go to town with it. However, I need to feel like I’m getting fucked by a man and not just myself.
My gaze lands on the bathroom door. That should work.
I march across the room and swing the door open, listening on Aiden’s side of the second door to see if he’s stopped masturbating and is about to storm into the bathroom to clean himself of the sticky mess. Seconds pass, and there’s mostly silence, but if I listen hard enough, I can hear his grunts and an occasional shaky whimper.
My blood burns, and every part of me is overheated. I can’t believe I’m turned on by this.
Correction: byhim.
I turn to my bathroom door and purse my lips, then shift my gaze to Aiden’s bathroom door.
Ohhh. This is bad. The idea running through my head right now is toeing the line between right and wrong.
