Page 60 of Stained Hearts
He let them drift shut. I grinned, because Aiden was about to embark on a world tour of sensual pleasures that, hopefully, I would be the only one who he’d ever allow to provide. I put a hand on each cheek again and spread them wide. His pink hole looked so damn inviting, and I had to sample him. Without giving him time to think about what was happening, I leaned in and speared him with my tongue.
“Oh my fucking God!” His head snapped up. “What the fuck?”
“Did you like that?”
His brow furrowed. “People actuallydothat?”
“Oh, baby. I don’t know what kind of porn you watch, but a lot of guys love it. I happen to be one of them. Now, do you want me to stop?”
He bit his lip, that incredible thing that he did that sent my heart racing. “No.”
“All right, then.” I winked at him, and he gave me a shy smile. “Buckle up, cowboy.”
When he wrapped his fingers in the sheets, I leaned in closer to him.
“Aiden? Are you okay with this?”
He snorted. “I’m horny, man! Get a move on.” He bit his lip again, and I groaned. It was endearing and sexy at the same time. “And maybe a little nervous.”
I stroked a finger over his crack, delighted when he shivered. “This goes no further than you want it to. If you want to just lie here and kiss, we can totally do that. If all you want is to sleep, that’s fine too.”
“And if I want to get fucked?” His cheeks reddened. “Sorry.”
I laughed. “Don’t be. I’m glad you’re enthusiastic about it.” I kissed his right buttcheek. “When I’m done here, if you still want to do that, I’ll be up for it.”
His gaze traveled down to my cock, jutting upward. “Looks like you’re up for it now.”
“I would be, but….”
Aiden stared at me. “But?”
How could I say what was on my mind? He needed to understand how I regarded sex.
“Do you know what sex is? Or at least what it should be? I’m not talking about hiding someone away and letting you blow them on occasion. I’m talking sex between two men.”
“Uh, yeah.” He grinned. “Hot, sweaty times between two guys.”
I frowned at him. “Really? Is that what you think it is? To me, it’s two bodies coming together, in passion and lo—sensuality. Anyone can fuck, but that’s just mindless rutting. It’s what people who have no feelings for each other do. What we’re doing isn’t fucking, and no matter how many times we do it, it will never be that.”
Now that I’d said it, I realized I had made a promise to Aiden. We’d be together longer than this encounter. It was up to him if he wanted that.
“Wow. That was… beautiful. Show me how it feels, then, to be with someone I care for.” He watched me, and his expression changed from wanton lust to sweet and tender.
I spread his cheeks again and went back to what I’d been doing. I would make him come apart under me. I would show him in actions if I couldn’t yet say it in words.
Long, slow swipes of my tongue swathed his hole, piercing the pucker. His moans spurred me on, wanting more of them. I slid my tongue in as far as I could, loosening him. While I licked, he humped the bed, and I certainly couldn’t have that. I slid an arm around him and pulled him up to me, keeping him out of reach of the friction he desperately sought.
“Tom, I need to come.”
His pleading was sweet but futile. This was my show, and I wasn’t about to be rushed. I encircled his shaft with my left hand and tugged gently as I moved up and down along his crack. He tried thrusting into my hand, but I released him, drawing out yet another long, low whine. When he began bucking, I stopped completely and rolled him over. He stared at me, his eyes wide, pupils blotting out the color. He might think he was ready, but not just yet.
I licked his shaft, delighting in the sweet precome that dribbled from the head. No doubt about it, Aiden was sweeter than any candy. I teased him, swirling my tongue around the head, then moved to his balls and took them in my mouth. He reached out and ran his fingers through my hair, whispering my name.
When he gripped my hair, I thought now might be the time. I slid a hand under the sheets where I’d stashed the lube and pulled it out. As I continued to lick, I flicked open the lid and put a few drops on his crease, mesmerized as it trickled along the crack. I put a finger along the seam and spread it, making sure to rub some around his hole.
“Aiden?”
He grunted. “Shut up and keep going.”
