Mark knocked on the door, interrupting his thoughts. “You okay?”
Aaron threw everything back in the box and shoved it under the bed. He wasn’t worried about Mark’s judgment, but the intimate details of his new lifestyle were just for him and Jay, not anyone else.
Running his hands down his face, Aaron hoped his blush had subsided as he left the bedroom.
“I’m fine. Great. Everything’s great.” Aaron’s voice was louder than intended, earning a questioning look from Mark.
“You’re acting weird. Tell us later. We have to leave in the next ten minutes.” Mark assessed his disheveled appearance with asmirk. “Hurry up and finish getting ready. French cuisine waits for no man.”
“I…can’t make it.” Aaron frowned at having to break their dinner plans, but meeting Jay took precedence over everything else. “I’m sorry. I’ll give you my credit card, since it was supposed to be my treat.”
Mark’s amusement transformed into worry. “Shit, what’s wrong? Are you sick? Do you want us to cancel?”
Rachel peeked out from the guest room, wearing an elegant dark-green cocktail dress. “You’re not feeling well? Let’s stay home and order a pizza.”
Her heartfelt concern made Aaron melt inside. “Rach, you’ve been talking about this restaurant all week, and you look stunning. You arenoteating pizza for the second night in a row.” He shifted his gaze to Mark. “Everything’s fine. I’m not feeling sick. I just…have new plans for tonight.”
He paused, not sure how to continue, but Mark’s face lit up with understanding. “Oh snap! Was that delivery from a certain someone?”
A wide grin spread across Aaron’s face as he nodded, unable to contain his happiness. “I’m sorry to miss dinner.”
“No, you’re not.” Mark playfully shoved him on the shoulder. “We have to go, but you make sure to eat something before you take off. Wouldn’t want your growling stomach to interrupt all the hot sex.”
“Oh, hush.” Aaron wasn’t about to engage in that conversation. He ushered Mark and Rachel out and scarfed down a cold slice of leftover pizza before returning to his room. There wasn’t a lot of time left, and he still had to figure out how to put on his new top.
Setting the shorts and the plug aside, he laid out the puzzling web of latex on the bed. It reminded him of the outfits he’d seen at the club, and after rearranging it a few times, he had a goodidea of what to do. The multiple belts were meant to wind their way up his torso, and the vertical strap anchored everything in place.
He shrugged out of his shirt and fastened the bottom belt around his waist before moving his way up. It felt awkward at first, but by the time he got to the neck, he understood the attraction. Adjusting the buckles so they lined up, he peeked at himself in the mirror.
He looked hot, and he wasn’t even done yet.
After sliding out of his sweatpants and underwear, he pulled on the latex bottoms, holding his breath and tugging as the fabric stuck to his skin and refused to budge. The room filled with the sounds of his grunting and ragged breathing, making him glad he was alone in the apartment. With a final yank, the shorts were in place. The thin fabric stretched to its limit, leaving nothing to the imagination, so tight that he was sure it could double as a cock cage.
One more piece to go before he was ready. Aaron rooted around his nightstand, letting out a sigh of relief when he found the small bottle. Even though he loved the burn of going dry, hours of friction would quickly get unbearable without plenty of lube.
He knelt on the bed and poured a generous amount all over the plug. Peeling the skintight fabric down, he bent over to stick his exposed ass in the air. He’d done this in the wrong order. It would have been nice to be able to spread his legs while shoving something into his unprepped hole, but he hadn’t thought that far ahead.
He took a deep breath and relaxed the muscles before pushing the tip in, wincing at the tight fit. Yes, lube had been a fantastic idea.
Unyielding silicone entered his body inch by inch, filling him with pleasure and anticipation. Once the small flared base wasflush against his cheeks, Aaron caught his breath. The tip of the plug teased his prostate with every tiny movement, every subtle shift.
Strange enough that Jay got the shorts in just the right size, but how did he manage to find a plug specifically designed to torture Aaron’s prostate?
A string of moans left his body as he struggled to pull the shorts back up. The situation was more complicated now that Aaron was hard—his dick refused to fit under the tight latex. He waited for his erection to wane, lying on the bed and thinking unsexy thoughts before he could keep going. It took a few minutes, but finally, he was presentable.
Outfit complete, he carefully walked back to the mirror, muttering curses under his breath as every step sent a zing of pleasure up his spine.
He had hours of this to look forward to.
Chapter 26
AARON
By the time he arrived at the club, Aaron had been on the verge of an orgasm for almost an hour. Every nerve ending tingled, a feverish heat blooming beneath his skin in restless waves, and he ached for the relief of Jay’s touch.
Thankfully, Jay was already on the couch, his sharp suit giving him an air of irresistible confidence. His face lit up as soon as their eyes met, and he smirked at Aaron’s slow approach.
“I wanted to have a chat, which is why I haven’t put these on yet.” Aaron dangled the cuffs from his hand, where he’d been clutching them like a lifeline. “But I can’t really think right now. So. Chat later?”
