Aiden turned nodding to the armchair set in front of the fire. “Armchair,” he repeated. “Sit.”
I stumbled my way over and collapsed into it, pants and underwear caught around my thighs, lungs still burning for air.
Aiden followed me over and dropped into my lap, surging forward to kiss me, fingers tangled deep in my hair to hold me in place, the taste of my own come still lingering in his mouth.
I’d never actually come in anyone’s mouth before, and I wasn’t entirely ready to process how hot it’d been.
The rustling of fabric caught my attention between kisses, and I looked down just in time to see Aiden pull his cock out of his underwear, the head glistening with precome, making the two ball ends of his piercing glint in the firelight.
Aiden pecked the tip of my nose, drawing my attention back to his face.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “Just let me kiss you while I finish.”
He caught my mouth again before I could object, but I wanted more than that. I wanted to touch him, make him feel as good as he’d made me feel, and while I doubted I could suck his cock without careful instruction, I could do this.
“Let me,” I murmured between kisses, brushing my fingertips against Aiden’s knuckles, silently pleading for him to let go so I could do this for him.
Something in his face changed, eyes darker than before, lips gently parted. He nodded, letting me curl my fingers around him, and leaned in for another kiss, softer and sweeter than before.
I was starting to get the impression that Aiden really,reallyliked to be kissed.
He curled his hand around my shoulder, rocking his hips in time with each stroke, setting the pace for both of us.
I’d expected to have a thousand questions, but I didn’t. This was so easy between us, sonatural. Aiden wasn’t intimidating at all once you got to know him. Under the leather jacket and the tattoos, he was the sweetest person I’d ever known.
Having him rocking in my lap, gasping for breath as I worked his cock, felt like an incredible privilege I hadn’t even come close to earning.
His breath hitched as he came, the sweetest catch in his throat as he spilled all over my hand, stilling at first and then rocking his hips to chase the last few waves, biting down on my lip.
The soft, satisfied sigh he made as he finished was going to stick in my brain for the rest of my life.
Aiden rested his forehead against mine, panting to catch his breath, wriggling his way out of my grip as his cock softened in my hand, a high flush on his cheeks.
“Oversensitive?” I asked.
He nodded, taking a deep breath and then exhaling slowly and holding still for long moments.
It took me longer than it should have to realize that I was seeing him overwhelmed.
By an awkward handjob fromme?
That seemed impossible.
“I’ve had a crush on you since I was fifteen,” Aiden admitted softly.
Kieran had been right. I owed him an apology for doubting.
“Never quite got over it,” he added, pulling back to look me in the eyes.
I swallowed. There was somuchin his eyes, so many unvoiced feelings that it was hard to look at him and equally hard to look away.
“I really hope I’m living up to your expectations,” I said, still processing the idea that Aiden had been interested inme. All those years ago.
“Exceeding them,” Aiden said, grinning broadly at me, eyes softening.
No one had ever looked at me like this. I hadn’t known anyonecould.
“You said you quit smoking for me,” I said, not quite ready to face up to all thefeelingsgoing on right now.
