Cade
I was okay with casual sex.
I was absolutely okay with casual sex.
What happened in Vegas, stayed in Vegas, and I was fine with that.
That was what I kept telling myself over and over again as I watched Aiden jump out of bed in the firelight and stride over to the dresser where he left his wallet, opening it up to grab a condom.
He glanced over and grinned, holding it up. “Got it,” he said. “For a minute I was afraid…”
My eyes fell down to his pants, where a noticeable tent explained that giant bulge I’d been feeling pressed up against me. It looked impressive. The kind of impressive that both terrified and excited me.
Aiden must have followed my gaze, because a second later he reached down to pull his shirt up and over his body, revealing the chiseled and toned abs and six-pack that I had been waiting for. He had the kind of body I would dream about for weeks. Built in the gym and on the field, both practical and aesthetic, the orange firelight gleamed off every highlight and sunk the shadows into deeper defining lines.
He must have known I was staring, but Aiden had absolutely no shame or shyness about him whatsoever. He reached down again and yanked everything he was wearing on his lower half to the ground, making his hard cock bob up and down in the air from the momentum. I feasted my eyes on it with an open mouth. Large, thick, veiny, and standing so tall and proud it was obvious he was serious about taking things to the next level.
For whatever reason, he really wanted to have sex with me. Whatever this was, it wasn’t a prank or a way to laugh at me after getting my hopes up. He was serious.
Which meant thatthingwas about to be buried deep in my ass.
I swallowed.
“Are you alright?” Aiden asked. He walked back over to the bed and I couldn’t take my eyes off his dick bouncing with each step. “You look worried.”
“Ah,” I started, then cleared my throat. “We don’t have any, um. You see, I would usually have… ah…”
I looked up and met Aiden’s eyes by accident – I really didn’t want to look him in the face when I was stumbling my way awkwardly through what I was trying to say – but when I did, I saw his expression clear.
“Lube,” he announced, clearly understanding the thrust of what I was getting at.
“Right.” I was both relieved and mortified that he’d had to say it for me like I was a kid.
“What else can I do?” Aiden asked. He put the condom – wrapper still on – down on his pillow. Like he didn’t even want to get started if we couldn’t figure out this problem.
Was he being… considerate? Or just practical?
“Um.” I looked down at my hands. I was glad I was still covered by the bedsheets. Next to him, my body was pathetic. “Well. There’s always, um.” I gestured towards my mouth.
“Saliva? Like spitting?” Aiden guessed.
I cleared my throat again. “Have you ever seen any… No, I suppose you wouldn’t, really…”
“Gay porn?” Damn, Aiden was really good at figuring out what I was awkwardly stepping around and just blurting it out. “Sure, I’ve seen some.”
I tilted my head and looked at him. “You have?”
Aiden shrugged. “Doesn’t every guy? You know, when you get kind of bored of straight porn.”
“I don’t think so,” I said slowly. “I mean… I don’t watch straight porn. I mean, I did, once, but it did nothing for me at all.”
“Huh.” Aiden seemed to toss the thought aside with another shrug. “Well, anyway. I’ve seen it.”
“Well, so sometimes when they’re going to, you know, have sex, they, um…” I started, hoping he wasn’t going to let me down this time.
Aiden snapped his fingers. “Eat ass!”
I felt my face coloring as I nodded. Yup. That was just about as clearly as you could put it.
