He was addicted to Aiden at this point, waywaypast just being interested in sex. And he realized he needed to put out whatever this was. There were too many unknowns, too many flags that could be red. He needed to control himself in that same way Aiden was trying to, but he just couldn’t fight the attraction, couldn’t resist the pull even if he should.
Because he wanted to see where this was going. He wanted to crack open Aiden, to understand why he couldn’t resist this man, what it was that compelled him to go out of his comfort zone and throw away all his rules. One look…Fuck. One look had been enough to lure him, one glimpse at Aiden’s soul-robbing eyes on that first day. The light-swallowing abyss that peeked out from them had entrapped him, chaining him to this chest-clutching sensation of being alive after simply existing for so long.
“Mr. Howe,” Aiden said in a leveled voice that made Darren wince. He took a slow, deep inhale and schooled his expression, the stern authority firmly back in place. “Sit on the couch.”
Darren shuddered, feeling icy prickles mixing up with the heat all over his skin.Yep. He’d messed up.He could see it, he could feel it, so he didn’t argue and did as told. Squaring his shoulders, he watched Aiden pile the documents neatly on the desk. He circled around to the front when he was done and perched his ass there, pinning those mesmerizing eyes on Darren.
Mustering up what he hoped was an apologetic smile, Darren raked his hand through his short hair. “About the other night… and my actions now, I—”
“Don’t,” Aiden interjected, his tenor low and rumbly. Darren’s pulse catapulted high, tiny sparkles sliding down his back as blood rushed to his cock anew. Nerves squeezedhis stomach as he waited for Aiden to say something, turning to zapping electricity when Aiden crossed his legs and gave him an unabashed once-over. “Mr. Howe, spread your legs and pleasure yourself.”
Darren gasped, his jaw dropping. His cock jumped in his pants, eager despite the shock rippling through him. He swallowed hard and licked his lips, needing a moment before he could respond.
“You want me to…masturbatein front of you?” he asked carefully, heart banging against his ribcage as he dug his fingers into the sofa’s faux-leather seat. This… was crazy. Couldn’t be happening.
Aiden tilted his head to the side like a perplexed puppy. “Yes, Mr. Howe. I want to watch you while you masturbate,” he said in that detached, leveled voice from earlier that made everything sound like an order.
Darren’s dick gave another twitch, dying to be freed.Fuuuck,this was hot.Dangerous too, because Darren simply didn’t play this way, didn’t care to.He was the one usually driving the other man crazy, he didn’t allow things to go any other way because that made him vulnerable, opened up those parts of him he kept buried and locked. Yet with Aiden…
Darren bit his bottom lip so hard he tasted the coppery tang of blood. He should put a stop to this, end it after tonight. It was the right course of action—the only one really, if Darren wished to retain his sanity—but when he met those potent eyes and found in them the suppressed, haunted want that spoke to his soul without being asked to, he knew he’d lost the fight. He couldn’t just walk away, not when he saw in this man a kindred soul, someone who offered him what he had been searching for without even knowing it.
The sound of fingers tapping against the wooden desk pulled Darren out of his suffocating thoughts before he’d managed to lose himself in them.
“Mr. Howe,” Aiden drawled, folding his arms. Or sort of crossing them, because he grasped his right elbow. “Is that too hard a task to achieve on your own? Should I offer you my help?” He hopped down from the desk and crossed the room, planting his suited ass in front of Darren.
Darren could only gape in shock, his heart in his throat and his blood pounding in his head.
“Well?” Aiden said, bending down until his mouth was right by Darren’s ear. “Is that it then?”
Without waiting for a reply, Aiden slid his fingers along Darren’s arm, fraying nerve-endings, then across Darren’s stomach until they were grasping his hard dick through the jumpsuit. Darren threw his head back and moaned obscenely, his eyes rolling back.
Well and truly fuck;he was going to combust.He was on fire, his entire body quivering with need as his hips rolled into Aiden’s touch, begging for more friction, needing it like his lungs currently needed air. He thrust up, but Aiden let go as abruptly as he’d attacked him, retreating back to the desk and sitting on its edge again.
The smile on his face was downright evil, self-conceited and mocking and riling Darren up even more. “I asked you a simple question. Or have you lost the ability to speak, perhaps?”
Narrowing his eyes, Darren glared at Aiden and tried to regain some composure. The blond fox was beyond irritating, but,oh, was it turning Darren on like never before, the teasing worse than torture in the way it strained his limits and patience. Being up against a warden prevented him from just taking what he wanted; he couldn’t cornerAiden, couldn’t simply dart over to the desk and fuck him until he forgot on which planet he was.
With a frustrated grunt and liquid fire in his veins, Darren fumbled with his jumpsuit to unzip it, not dropping the warden’s scorching gaze.If Aiden Kesley wanted a show, Darren was going to give that control-freak one.
Locking his attention on Aiden, he slid the pants down and moved on to his underwear. His body temperature rose, sweat trickling down his forehead, and the room closed in on him as his focus narrowed down to his rigid cock finally springing free.
Slowly, he worked the base, occasionally trailing his fingers up to apply a delicious amount of pressure to his tip before sliding back down. He kept his gaze on Aiden, taking in every little reaction, every flex of muscle. Even with the shadows heavy on Aiden’s face, he could see the small movements, the way his eyelashes fluttered, the way his lips trembled, even the shimmering of light in his eyes. Aiden’s breathing was slow and measured, the rising and falling of his chest controlled in an attempt to make him seem unaffected.
But Darren caught them, the unintentional exhales, the way Aiden’s eyes glazed whenever his fingers squeezed a bit rougher, whenever a tiny gasp escaped him.
Aiden liked this just as much, even if he was pretending that he didn’t. Or was it that he didn’t want to like it but couldn’t help himself? Was that what he was fighting?
Darren suppressed a shudder as he rubbed the underside of his dick.
“I’m sure you can do better than that, Mr. Howe,” Aiden taunted, his Adam’s apple bobbing on a hard swallow.
Teeth pulling on his lip piercing, Darren sped up his movements. He didn’t like to be bossed around, but he didn’t defy Aiden, didn’t challenge him, not when Aiden had his defenses down like this.Not when he was showing more than he probably intended to because he was trying to play a role he hadn’t mastered.
This hadn’t been planned, Darren could tell. Not fully at least, which was why Darren could see a trace of Aiden’s hidden darkness lurking in those lust-laden eyes. He didn’t say anything though, too far gone in his own arousal to want to ruin this even if he was sure he could probably uncover what was plaguing Aiden if he pushed enough.
Darren’s breathing hitched as Aiden crossed his legs to hide that he was affected. Upping his pace, Darren contemplated calling Aiden out on it, but his need to come won over and so he pressed his mouth shut and just kept pumping, absorbing every little noise and frown Aiden made. Tingling waves of pleasure bubbled up inside him, and before long he reached that peak of ecstasy, letting out a rumbling cry as he came.
The minutes after that were a bit of a haze, but when he finally got his bearings, Aiden was back in his chair, glasses reflecting the glare of the screen. All signs of a reaction to Darren’s grand finale were no longer on Aiden’s face—a loss, if Darren was being honest—but at least his overly impeccable expression looked a notch too perfect, betraying that he’d not remained impassive either.
