“Can I suck your cock?” he asked, looking up at me like it was the kind of request I might saynoto.
“You really don’t have to,” I said. No matter how much Iwantedit, this wasn’t the kind of thing I normally asked for.
But Aiden was still giving me that look, like he couldn’t think of anything he wanted more in the world.
“You haven’t noticed the oral fixation yet?” he raised an eyebrow.
“You used to smoke,” I remembered.
Aiden grinned up at me. “Quit for you,” he said. “Only fair you should give me something else to put in my mouth.”
Well. Couldn’t fault that logic, but mostly because I was so hard there wasn’t enough blood left in my brain to think about it.
The first touch of his tongue made my breath hitch, a sudden rush of hot pleasure rolling down my spine, a bead of precome welling up at the tip of my cock.
He licked it away with a satisfied hum, both hands wrapped around my thighs, keeping me still.
“Oh, you’re gonna besomuch fun,” Aiden murmured, nuzzling his way along the length, pressing a butterfly-light kiss to the base. “You smell incredible.”
I’d never heardthatbefore, but I liked it all the same. I liked that Aiden so obviously wanted me, that he wasn’t afraid to hold back, that he wasn’t making this feel like a favor he was doing for me.
The wet heat of his mouth as he wrapped his lips around the head of my cock was almost enough to make me come on the spot, belly already tight with need, another spurt of precome spilling out of me and onto his tongue.
Aiden looked up at me, throat bobbing as he swallowed, eyes glittering.
He didn’t let up for a second, holding my gaze for long moments while he sucked and swallowed around me, what little was left of my brain power draining right out of me.
My eyes fell closed, a moan scraping the back of my throat as Aiden took me deeper, taking his time. Slow and steady until I was nudging the back of his throat, surrounded by his heat, thighs tense with the urge to thrust into it.
Aiden moaned around me, low and needy and sincere, like he was getting off on this, too. Getting off onme, on sucking my cock and turning me into a whimpering mess.
My fingers tightened in his hair, and a jolt of pleasure hit me as he sucked harder, the barest scrape of teeth making me hiss, teetering right on the knife edge between pleasure and pain.
Hewasgood.
Not that he needed to be. I was weak against this, so turned on by the thought of him enjoying it that I knew I’d never hold out long. Not with Aiden making happy noises around me, swirling his tongue around the head of my cock, dipping into the slit, sucking and swallowing like he couldn’t imagine having more fun.
And Aiden felt so fuckinggood, sucking on me like I was the most incredible thing he’d ever had in his mouth, low moans punctuating every rhythmic stroke, heat and pleasure and need building and building inside me as he worked my cock.
My hips jerked as the first warning signals that I was about to come went off all over my body, heat and tension pooling at the base of my cock, everything between my belly button and my knees tightening.
Aiden glanced up, checking in on me, sopleasedwith himself that I felt a rush of embarrassment at being so easy to get off, but it was gone in the next moment when he swallowed me down, humming around me as his throat worked, cheeks hollowed, pressure increasing until it was more than I could take.
My fingers tensed in his hair, and that only made it worse, a low moan rumbling in the back of his throat, a rush of precome spilling down it, swallowed eagerly.
Before I could stop myself I was coming in his mouth, the first wave of it catching us both by surprise. Aiden swallowed again and again, and every time his throat tensed it set off another spike of pleasure, my hips rocking as far as they could under Aiden’s grip as I came and came andcame, so long I wondered if it was ever going to stop.
My head banged against the wall as the last few waves of my orgasm rolled through me, thighs trembling with the strain of coming so long and hard so suddenly.
When I finally made myself look down, Aiden was licking me clean like a cat at a bowl of cream, eyes hooded, tongue sticky.
He sat back, meeting my gaze, the look in his eyes so satisfied that if I hadn’t just come, I would’ve been hard all over again, begging for another round.
“Armchair,” he said.
Making this thesecondtime I’d wondered if I was having a stroke on this trip.
“Armchair?” I blinked at him.
