Page 59 of Stained Hearts
I love you, Aiden.
Yay! You thought the words. Now say them.
One day.
Coward.
When we got to the bedroom, I put him down on the bed. He sprawled out, his legs spread. He looked entirely wanton.
“Enough window-shopping! Take me for a test drive.”
I dropped down beside him. “Sorry, I like taking my time to check out all the amenities.” I ran a hand over his chest and tweaked his nipples. He moaned. “Hm. Seems responsive.” As I moved my hand down lower, his breathing quickened. I wrapped my fingers around his straining shaft, and he squeaked. “Ooh, might have to have that checked. Squeaky brakes could lead to a huge repair bill later on.” I bent over and took him in my mouth, and he fisted the comforter as he cried out. I grinned to myself, because we had a long way to go.
“Can you…?”
I pulled back. “What? What do you want?”
“Lick my balls?”
His hesitancy was something we would have to work on. I wanted him to come apart under my touch, but I also wanted him to ask—beg—for what he wanted. I moved down lower and swiped my tongue over his sac.
He murmured something I didn’t quite catch.
“What did you say?”
“Can you…. Could you move my legs? Open them up some more.”
“No.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
As gently as I could, I rolled him over onto his stomach, his legs open. “Because this is how I want you.”
His creamy cheeks were pale with a few freckles on them. I remembered wanting to lick the freckles before, but now the urge overwhelmed me. I leaned in closer and put the tip of my tongue on one of them.
He yelped. “What are you doing?”
Instead of answering, I continued the slow, steady line I was drawing on his butt. The taste of his skin was incredible. What I thought would have been masked by the soap still had a spicy undercurrent. The urge to see how rich that taste would be inside him hit me hard. I put a hand on each cheek and spread them.
“Tom?” His voice quavered.
I had no intention of scaring him or doing something he was uncomfortable with. “If you want me to stop, tell me. This is supposed to be fun for both of us, and I don’t want you doing it because you think I’ll like it. You understand?”
He didn’t answer, so I swatted him gently on the cheek.
“Aiden, talk to me.”
He buried his face in the pillow. “Yes, I understand. I just…. No one’s ever done anything like this to me before, and I’m a little scared.”
And if I had my way, no one would ever have the chance to know what they’d overlooked by dismissing Aiden. I fully intended on keeping him.
“I promise, I won’t hurt you.”
He tilted his head and turned his pleading gaze in my direction. “I know. I trust you.”
That was probably the most amazing thing he could say. Knowing I earned his trust meant a lot to me.
“Okay, close your eyes.”
