Page 20 of Spring Fling
The feel of his body against mine did nothing to calm the arousal that was racing through my body after watching him take that shot. He had to feel my cock pressing against him. If he did, he didn’t care. Then again, after our early morning hump fest in the bed, he probably really didn’t care. He’d made his intentions more than clear.
Fuck. Could I really do this? I liked Aiden, and I didn’t want to fuck things up. He broke down my reservations with each swivel of his hips against me. The way he ground on me had me craving him. I wanted to rip his clothes off right here on the dance floor, forget all the other people around.
“Joe?”
His voice took me off guard. “What is it, sweetheart?”
He chuckled, spinning in my grasp. I pressed his ass against my groin, and damn, if that wasn’t a new kind of torture. Funny how I thought this would be hard for him, and it was worse for me. My hands settled on his hips as he continued grinding, and my eyes slammed closed as the song changed to something slower. A little more sensual. His arms wound back and around my neck andfuuuuuuuuck. This was perfect. I wanted to melt into him.
I gave in to the temptation. My lips landed on Aiden’s neck, feeling the rumble of his groan as I sucked at the skin there. He was salty with a mixture of sweetness that was so unique to him. God, I could sit here and feast on him forever. My hands wandered his body, sliding up his chest. Fuck, he felt good. He fit perfectly in my hands. It was wrong and perfect and my dick throbbed against him to the beat of the music as we continued to dance. If you could even call it that.
We probably looked more like two freaks grinding against each other without a care in the world. I wanted our clothes gone. This was so damn messy. What was supposed to be a fun night had shifted, and it had all started with his shower.
Why was I so tempted by him? Aiden was my vice. He was the exact thing I shouldn’t have and yet I craved again and again despite never having him. Maybe it was the idea that he was off limits?
Would that all change the second I had him? Fuck, I hoped not. He was perfect, and I didn’t want to ruin the trust that he’d built with me.
“Joe?”
God, there it was again. More of a whine this time, but it still flowed through the air like honey.
“You want to get out of here?”
“Please?”
Oh. Fuck.
Chapter 13
Aiden
The room was dark when we made it back, and my heart slammed against my ribcage. Was this smart? Probably not. But fuck, I wanted to get away from prying eyes. I wanted Joe to myself. The feel of him against me was too much. All too much.
When the door closed behind us, my mind scattered as fingers threaded through my hair and warm lips landed against mine. Shit, this was so damn hot. Why was everything Joe did so fucking hot? I burned for him.
The way his fingers felt against my stomach as they slipped beneath the hem of my shirt had sparks erupting across my flesh and I needed more. Craved more. God. He was everything I ever dreamed of. If this was what sex was like with someone, I could see why people craved it. For the first time in my life, I understood, and it was almost enough to slow me down to enjoy it.
But what if this was the first and only time?
I wanted to actually experience it, not give Joe time to back out of things. I pushed my hands through his hair as we continued to suck and bite at each other’s mouths, swallowing groan after groan as we made our way across the room. A stupid idea niggled at theback of my mind, and I knew that Joe probably wouldn’t be on board, but it was his job, after all.
“Camera?” I panted, breaking apart from him for only a second. The alcohol swirling through my veins making me that much braver.
He kissed me roughly, the metal of his lip ring biting into my mouth, before pulling away to look at me in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Get the camera. You’ll want to record this.”
He growled, pushing me back onto the bed before he staggered over to his luggage and pulled a folded tripod out. With shaking hands, he opened it up and then found his camera. That fluttery feeling was back. I was really telling Joe to film my first time. I wanted his subscribers to see it and for him to make money on it. If that wasn’t fucked up, I didn’t know what was.
Once the camera was in position, he stood there for a moment, his chest heaving as he watched me sprawled across the bed. I needed to get him to join me. To keep me from second-guessing this. I needed him.
My fingers trembled as they unhooked my jeans before lowering the fly. I shoved the material off my hips and it was almost impossible to leave my underwear in place with how fucking tight they were, but I somehow managed it. Not that it did much with the way my dick punched against the fabric. It was borderline obscene.
“Fuck. Aid...” He cut himself off, realizing that he was recording. Joe wordlessly made his way back to the bed and when one knee pressed into the mattress, my heart felt like it was about to explode from my chest. This was really fucking happening.
The second he landed on top of me, all my nerves seemed to vanish. This was Joe. My friend. My brother’s friend. The person I trusted. He’d take care of me. I knew that and, God, it just made all of it that much better. My arms wrapped around him as he blanketed me.
For a few moments, we didn’t do more than lie there and make out, but it quickly became more heated and his hands started exploring.
