Page 3 of Jail Break

I scowled at him again, annoyed at how much I wanted it. My cock twitched and I was pretty sure I was leaking, too.

Aiden's lips were broad, cracked, and red, as if his mouth had been through some serious stuff. I didn't know if that stuff included sucking dick, but he was staring at the outline of my cock like it did. It was like I could already feel how good it would be for him to ruin me.

I wanted to fuck his face to show him who was in charge. It was my home, my couch, my TV, and he'd chased off Candice andany other cheerleader I could have been fucking tonight. Though she was probably hooking up with the other guys on the team anyway—not that I was bothered.

“Let me see your cock,” Aiden said as he dropped back onto the couch, his legs sprawling wider as his gaze jumped over me.

My shirt wasn't going to hide it. My cock was perfection, and big enough to make a proper tent, but it still wasn't as long or thick as his.

It was his fault I wasn’t getting my dick wet—he should be making it up to me.

I could have gone back to my room. But it wasn't fair. Why did he get to stay in our house and act like this? Why did I have to deal with him when my dad was out? Why the fuck did my dad invite an ex-convict to stay at our house, anyway?

He wasn’t going to scare me. Just because he’d been in jail for ten years and was so packed that his muscles rippled under his hairy skin didn’t mean anything.

I was a hefty guy, and, even though I trained in the gym and practiced on the field every day, I was pretty sure Aiden could take me down in a tackle.

With a nervous swallow, I unfolded my arms, reaching for the bottom of my white shirt.

I should get to come at least once after all the hassle he put me through.

The soft cotton of my shirt dragged over the head of my dick, filling me with awareness, turning me on even more.

I almost looked away. Almost.

He was watching me too intensely, even humming as my cock fell free.

He wasn't the only one who could show off, though. I pulled my shirt all the way up to my pecs, and his grin widened as I revealed how stacked I really was. I was all hard muscle from years of training, and I wasn't backing down.

I thought he'd make fun of me, but his mouth opened and just moaned. His hand sped up, gaze still completely fixed on my cock. My hands clenched on my shirt as a surge of power ran through me. It was like scoring at the start of a game. Everyone watched me, cheering me on, and I was the star.

He was twenty years older than me, but he was licking his lips and pumping himself as if he was going to come already. “Fuck, Connor, your cock looks fantastic. Come here, I want to taste you.”

Even when I was riding the high of a score in the game, I still became nervous in the moments where I had space to think.

I had no problem fucking girls, and there was a line around the block waiting for my cock. But with my dick out and my shirt up in front of a guy who had nearly killed someone in a robbery gone wrong, those nerves grabbed me hard by the throat.

As I got closer to him, it was easier to see the hard lines of his face, the way his skin pulled back over his heavy cheekbones, and the wicked glint in his eyes that said he had plans for me. And I really wanted to know where those plans were going to take me.

His face lit with amusement as he surveyed me. “First, you’re gonna have to take that shirt off. Get naked so I can get a proper look at you,” he said, as I stopped a foot in front of him and got another look at his squelching cock.

Two

If it was fucked up to be excited, then my cock wasn’t shy about telling him.

I was still pissed off that Aiden was ordering me around, but I was too horny to say no. As I pulled my shirt off over my head, he swiped a bottle from beside his left thigh.

I squinted in the odd light of the TV. I only just caught the label as he released his cock and squirted olive oil onto his hand.

My eyes widened as the oil spread over his palm and he snapped the bottle closed before dumping it back on the couch.I watched in fascination as he instantly stroked his cock with the slippery oil, hissing as it blended with his precum and glistened as it built up around his piercing.

There was way too much of it, and as he stroked upwards, it pooled over his hand, running down his knuckles and dripping onto his balls.

He wasn’t even sitting on anything. It spilled straight over the suede cushion of the couch, and he didn’t give a single fuck.

He moaned as he sped up, the slick sounds winding me up as he pumped his cock.

Aiden's wiry black pubes trapped the oil as it oozed onto his thighs while he bucked and groaned. He was making a total mess of himself, so why the fuck was it hot?

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