Page 14 of Beautifully Complicated

“Seriously?” He gasps as I lick along his shaft. “I don’t buy that. Your mouth isn’t giving me the impression you’re out of practice, which incidentally, is going to leave you disappointed if you don’t ease up. I wasn’t being polite when I said it’s been a while.”

Feeling empowered, and somewhat awed, I graze the tip of my finger over his balls. “How is that possible? You’re too sexy not to have any offers.”

“I could say the same about you.” He pants, and I freeze with my mouth hovering over his junk.

“Me?” I lick my lips nervously.

“You’re surprised I think you’re sexy?” Despite the lust in his eyes, Kier seems genuinely confused.

“Yeah.” I feel my face heating exponentially, making it pointless to hide the truth. “I am.”

“Aiden, I’ve been fighting a boner since my first glimpse of you, and that wasbeforeyou opened your mouth, and I learned your brain is just as enticing as your body. And the fact thatyou, at ten years my junior, aren’t afraid to take charge right now… I don’t even remember the last time I’ve been this turned on.”

That’s possibly—definitely—the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me, and it hits so hard I swear I feel tears building in the back of my eyes. But Iwill notbe the guy who gets emotional during a one-night-stand, no matter how impactful those words are. So, I force a sly grin to my lips as I give his cock another stroke.

“Let’s see what I can do with this boner then.” Dipping my head, I take him to the back of my throat again, sucking firmly as I pull back to the tip. Kier fists the sheets as his stomach clenches in an effort to hold still, a sight that has me groaning around his cock and causing it to twitch in my mouth.

“Oh my God!” he groans as I do it again. “Oh my God. Your mouth is too perfect. You’ve gotta stop. You’ve gotta stop or I’ll come.”

Pinching the base of his dick between my thumb and forefinger, a trick I learned from the only action I’ve seen recently—porn—I grip hard and suck him down again. And again, caressing him with my tongue as I squeeze him with my throat.

“Aiden.Leanbh. Jesus.”

When the endearment registers, I still, not because I know what it means—I don’t—but because he says it in a way that strikes me as intimate. Worshiping almost. And while that’s probably my mind playing tricks on me, there’s a part of me that wonders if it’s not. If hemeantto give me a pet name.

On the off chance he did… I need some space before we continue or else I riskwantingthat to be true.

I already admire this man on an intellectual level, if I allow myself to think for even a second that it could be more… That he could feel anything beyond lust for me…

My heart is too fragile to go down that path.

“Condoms? Lube?” I ask, letting go of him entirely.

“Suitcase,” he mumbles breathlessly. “Front pocket.”

Still dressed, I get up and cross the room to his bag, fishing out the items I need and saying a little thank you that he travels prepared even though nights like this are an anomaly for him. When I get back to the bed, I notice his breathing has leveled some, though his cock is an angry purple, which I secretly love.

Standing at the foot of the mattress I pull his shoes off and drag his pants off his legs, pausing to admire his naked form. Long, muscular legs. Trim waist. Sinewy arms. And that gorgeous cock, framed by a thatch of dark hair.

“You’re staring,” Kier accuses.

“You’re incredible.”

He lowers his eyes almost demurely before lifting them to meet mine. “Don’t I get to see you?”

Now it’s my turn to blush. “If you want.”

Kier bobs his head decisively, so I toss the condoms and lube on the bed and reach for my shirt, undoing the buttons from top to bottom, one at a time. It’s a practical way to undress, but Kier’s so engrossed, so utterly enthralled with each flick of my wrist, you’d think I was performing a striptease.

Discarding the undone shirt on the floor, I kick off my shoes as I reach for my pants. The manlicks his lipsas I pull them down, cock springing free with such force it actually smacks my stomach, leaving behind a tiny bead of precum.

I knew I was turned on, but this is next level.

“Come here.” Kier’s voice has a gravelly quality to it that’s like a siren song, and without hesitation I crawl up the mattress to straddle him.

Our hard cocks brush together as my weight settles on his, both of us biting back shameless groans. Then his hand shoots forward, wraps around the back of my neck, and pulls me to him for a scorching kiss, tongues wrestling for control as we frot against one another.

My toes curl as he licks into my mouth, stealing my breath as though it belongs to him. As though he needs it more than his own.

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