Page 96 of Some Like It Hot

Simon doesn’t hesitate. He drops his head down and eases his warm mouth over my cock. I hiss at the first contact.

“That’s it. So good.”

Good is a fucking understatement. Simon is working me from tip to shaft, slicking me up with his mouth, and I let my eyes drift shut briefly.

Then I open them again immediately, wanting to watch his shoulders, the top of his head, as he uses his hand to follow his mouth in a tight, hot slide. I don’t want to miss a moment of this, knowing there's an expiration date on my time with Simon.

“Oh, yeah, suck it, baby,” I encourage him.

He glances up at me and seeing his brown eyes soaked with desire while his mouth is full of my cock, almost undoes me.

I let him lick and suck, cradling my balls for another minute and then I can’t take it anymore.

“Enough,” I pant, pulling off. “I need you, Simon.”

Digging in my nightstand I pull out lube and a condom, which I rip open with my teeth.

“Let me.” He takes the condom from me and rolls it on my erection, squeezing the base of my shaft, while stroking himself simultaneously.

Bending down, I kiss him, hot and hard. Demanding. He tastes like bourbon and I feel almost drunk on the sensation of being here with him. I drop my knee to the mattress, ease him back onto the bed, crowding him.

As my tongue swirls over his, I tease between his thighs, testing his entrance by pressing the pad of my thumb inside. Simon moans into my mouth.

Breaking off the kiss, I lube up my fingers and start to work his hole with just the tip of my index finger, watching his face to gauge his reaction. “Good?”

“More,” he breathes. “Give me more.”

“Only when I say so,” I tell him, my balls tight with anticipation. “Or you beg.”

I continue to swirl a finger over him, teasing in and out, brushing over his thighs with the rest of my hand.

“Aidan. Damn it.”

“That doesn’t sound like begging to me.”

My mouth is thick with desire, my cock resting heavy against his leg, and I’m driving myself as crazy as I am him. I’m used to Simon being a bit of a smartass, charming and quick with a comeback. He isn’t saying much, just bucking his hips, trying to encourage me, his right fingers digging deep grooves into my forearm.

I tease and tease until I’m in a haze and he half-lifts off of the bed. He looks as desperate as I feel.

“Fuck me, Aidan. I’m begging you.”

Lust and satisfaction punch me in the gut.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” I reward him with first one finger, then two, easing deep inside him, stretching him.

He groans from the back of his throat, collapsing back onto the bed, grip falling off of me. “Jesus fuck.”

I shove his knees up and apart and edge him above my fingers, stroking across his rim, before thrusting my cock in at the same time I ease my fingers out.

We both let out mutual cries of pleasure.

I pause, buried deep inside him, swallowing hard.

“You want me to fuck you?” I ask. “Say it again.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

I can’t hold back anymore. I take him, pounding into him so hard I’m shifting him back on the bed. But I’ve waited weeks for this moment and now here I am, his body a tight fist wrapped around my dick, his moans everything I’ve ever wanted.

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