Page 50 of Stained Hearts
I lifted him off the bed and crossed the bedroom to the adjoining bathroom. He stared, openmouthed, at the frosted-glass enclosure.
“Wow.”
“Like it?”
When Brian got sick and so weak that he couldn’t get around, I had the bathroom redone to accommodate him. I took out the bathtub and put in a shower big enough for both of us. Initially I thought about making it so his wheelchair could fit, but then decided a bench would be more appealing to him, instead of a constant reminder that he was sick.
“It’s beautiful.”
We entered the cubicle, and I placed him on the seat.
He squirmed. “Ooh, chilly.”
“It’ll warm up quickly.” I flicked the switch and the room filled with steam. “First we’ll take a steam bath, then a shower to cool off. How’s that sound?”
He snickered, then must have realized I was serious, because his expression morphed into disbelief. “You can steamandshower in here? I might never want to leave.”
The words sent a ripple of desire through me as once again the thought of Aiden living here loomed large in my mind. Would there be challenges? Of course. Living with someone always had them. But there also would be someone there who would make me smile on a shitty day. Give me a hug when I needed one. And that didn’t even take into account the sex.
Still, we had a long way to go before we got to that point.
“Where’s your head?”
I turned to Aiden. “What?”
“You had this look in your eye, like you were far away.” He reached out and pulled me down next to him. “Were you thinking about Brian? Is having me here bringing up bad memories?”
“No. Not at all.”
“Because if having me here makes you uncomfortable, I can—”
I grabbed the back of his neck, pulled him to me, and claimed his lips. He gasped, and I took advantage of that opening by swiping my tongue inside. It took a second, maybe two, before Aiden threw his arms around my neck and crushed our mouths together.
Aiden was a contradiction in terms. At times he was wild, uninhibited, and, judging by the way he went after the come, more than a little kinky. Then at others he was shy, sweet, funny, and argumentative. All those little bits made up a person I was enjoying getting to know.
He ran his hands over my back, and I loved the feel of him. Both of us had hard-ons by then, so I decided that I wanted to do something for him, and that it would be a first.
I slid off the bench and down to my knees.
He cocked his head and stared blankly. “Are you okay?”
Instead of answering, I spread his legs, being gentle so as not to cause him any pain.
“What are you—?”
I engulfed his prick in my mouth, and he fisted his hands in my hair and cried out.
“You said…. Tom, what are you…? Oh, shit. Don’t stop.”
I wasn’t about to. I took him deep, proud of the skills I’d learned over the years, and he slid down my throat. He locked his hands and thrust up, impaling me even deeper. When I cupped his balls, Aiden’s breath came in short staccato bursts as he went wild. I decided to up the ante and slipped a finger along his crack, gently tapping at his hole. I wished I had lube in the shower, because fingering his ass while I blew him was definitely on the list of things I wanted to do with him.
When his urgent pulling stopped and he tried pushing me away, I chuckled. No way was I letting this go to waste. I sucked harder, drawing upward, swirling my tongue around the head. My name became his mantra as he chanted it over and over. When I breached his hole the slightest bit, it was over. He spurted in my mouth, and I drew back so I could savor the flavor. Considering the inordinate amount of sweets Aiden ingested, I was surprised that he had a little spice to his come. Just like the man, it was something I could easily become addicted to.
When I pulled back, he sat there, eyes wide, staring at me.
“What was that?”
I grinned. “It’s called a blowjob. Did you like it?”
