Page 64 of Forfeits

“Oh my fucking God. Are you kidding? Yes!”

He laughed.

“I thought you were an out and out top,” I said.

“So did I. But for some reason, I want you to. I’m trying not to question it.”

“Good. Don’t.”

“Plus, you can go bare, if you’re comfortable with that.”

“Oh, God. Now I want to do you even more.”

We’d gotten our test results back and had only recently gotten used to going bareback, but it was usually Aiden doing the fucking. Now, I’d get to try it.

I’d given him directions to the guest bedroom, because I didn’t think I could handle getting dirty with Aiden in the room I’d shared with Daniel. Not yet. I closed the door, even though nobody else was in the house and I’d locked the front door behind Aiden.

Aiden glanced around him.

“This is…not your room.”

He was pretty perceptive.

“Correct. But there is a bed.”

“I see that.” He looked at me carefully. “You gonna be okay?”

“If we do it here, yeah. I can’t do it in—”

“Hey, you don’t have to. I’m happy to have you anywhere I can get you.”

“I love that you’re so versatile,” I said, the double meaning intentional.

“You have no idea,” Aiden said, stepping forward and bringing me in for a passionate kiss. “You make me want to do all kinds of things.” Aiden grinned against my mouth. “And I’m good at topping from the bottom.”

“I’ll bet you are, you sexy fuck.”

We laughed as we fell onto the bed.

“Why on earth aren’t you undressed yet?” Aiden said, pushing his pants and shorts down.

“Working on it,” I muttered, unbuttoning my shirt as fast as I could, and regretting that I’d not gone with a T-shirt.

“Here, let me help,” Aiden said, going at my belt and fly as I finished with the buttons and wrestled the shirt off. Aiden dragged my jeans and boxers down my thighs then my cock was in his mouth and he was gazing up at me with those dark eyes as I gasped and said his name.

He didn’t reply. He simply kept sucking and licking and doing all kinds of wonderful things with his tongue, until I warned him that if he wanted to get fucked, he’d better back off and get himself ready.

He pulled off me with a pop and sat back, his cock hard and leaking. “Fletcher, we have got to work on your self-control.”

“Okay,” I panted. “But not tonight.”

He laughed. “Fine.”

“How are we doing this?” I asked. “Do you want to ride me?”

A smile formed on his face. “Now that is a great idea.”

“Then you wouldn’t really be topping from the bottom. Because you’d be on top…technically.”

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