Page 71 of Perfect Storm
He wasn’t doing anything fancy yet, spit-slick mouth meeting his hand, wrapped around the base, building up a decent rhythm, but that didn’t seem to matter. Aidan got noisier, surprise widening his eyes, like he’d never expected to like it so much. Or expected for any of those sounds to escape him.
If Levi had a brain cell to spare, he’d think it was probably both.
But between losing himself in the act and the hot wash of bliss as he ground against his hand, he wasn’t thinking at all.
“You’re so fucking hot like this,” Aidan said, his voice sounding as fucked out as if he was the one giving the blowjob. “I can’t stop looking. I wanted it so much.”
Levi hadn’t realized. He’d felt Aidan’s eyes on him, sure, but his desire hadn’t felt immediate or pressing. Except he’d been wrong. Aidan had buried it. Hid it. Wanted in silence.
But he wouldn’t be able to any longer. Levi knew what to look for now.
Knew how to take him apart.
Aidan’s hips stuttered and he groaned, low and insistent. “I want—”
“Yeah,” Levi said, guttural, breaking off. “Come on.” He pumped his hand and tried to hold off on his own orgasm so he could make sure Aidan got his.
Aidan cried out, and finally, his eyes did squeeze shut, like staring at Levi then was a step too far. Stripes of come fell across his tongue and Levi swallowed.
“Goddamn,” Aidan ground out when he was done shaking apart.
Levi was barely hanging on to his self-control. Wanting more than anything else to shove his hand, wet with spit and come, into his own shorts so he could get himself off. But if he did, he’d be stealing that first time—that first orgasm Aidan ever gave a guy—from him.
There’d be plenty of other times. They were attracted enough to each other to knowthatwas true. But there’d never be another first.
Aidan leaned over and tugged him to his feet. He’d probably need to ice his knees after this, between practice and Aidan’s insanely hard floor, but it had been worth it.
“Fuck,” Aidan murmured and then kissed him, tongue finding Levi’s again, like he didn’t care where his mouth had just been. Levi gave him props for that. He might be new to guy-on-guy action, but he wasn’t shying away from it, either.
“I’m—” Levi didn’t even get the sentence out, though he hadn’t been entirely sure he knew how it ended.
I’m horny. I’m hot. I’m desperate for you.
Any of those would’ve worked.
But Aidan interrupted. “I got you,” he said and, without hesitation, pulled Levi over to the living room. At first Levi wasn’t sure why, and then he got it.
Aidan’s thirty-three-year-old knees wanted the cushy rug there. Because even though Levi could barely believe it, he was sinking to the floor in front of him, pulling his shorts down.
Trailing his fingers up the hard length of his cock in his boxer briefs. Rubbing in the wet spot he’d formed on the front of them.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Aidan said in a low voice. Not apologizing, just stating the bare truth.
“Kinda figured,” Levi teased. “I don’t care what you do, just do something. I’m so—”
“I got you,” Aidan said again.
And he did, pulling his underwear off and ducking his head down.
It was mostly a handjob, and agoodhandjob at that, Aidan’s hesitancy disappearing with each stroke. But then he tipped his head down, tongue wrapping around the head, curious and exploratory, and Levi had to muffle his groan into his arm.
“I wanna hear you,” Aidan ordered.
Really, he shouldn’t be the one giving the orders right now, but of course, it was Aidan, so that he’d still try didn’t come as a surprise.
“It’s good, though?” Aidan asked when Levi gave a particularly throaty moan. He’dsaidhe wanted to hear, and it felt damn good. Levi figured there was no point in holding back.
“Fuck yeah,” Levi said and muttered anotherfuckunder his breath as Aidan slipped more of him into his mouth. He wasn’t small, but Aidan didn’t seem intimidated. Instead, his confidence seemed to grow.
