Page 18 of Beautifully Complicated

“But I want to impress you.”Could I sound any whinier, Jeez?

“You’ve denied me three times already. Trust me, I’m impressed.”

“Just…” I exhale slowly. Inhale. Let it out again, holding absolutely still so I don’t increase the friction on my already oversensitive cock. “That’s better.” I sound as winded as I feel, but at least I didn’t come prematurely.

Lifting off him so I can see his face, I swivel my pelvis experimentally, gauging how deep I can go. Which angle gets me closest to his prostate. Kier’s eyes flutter shut when I bottom out, but when I roll my hips in a way that pushes my cock upward, he grates out a sultry, “Fuuuck.”

The tremor that wracks through him nearly makes my arms buckle, but now that I can anticipate his response I’m not surprised when I graze that sensitive bundle of nerves and it happens again.

“Sh-shit. That feels… Oh my God,” Kier rambles as I steadily push into him, taking the edge off my aching dick and pleasuring him in equal measure. But when I feel him start to tense, I pull back, leaving only the tip of my cock buried in his hole.

“More,” he mumbles.

“Not yet.” I couldn’t hold my hips still if I tried, but the tiny little pulses are just enough friction to keep us both primed without the risk of coming undone.

Kier writhes beneath me, seeking more of my length, so I lick at his lips, hoping to distract him long enough to stop chasing me. But the man’s mouth is heaven, soft and pillowy and pliable, and I get so lost in them I find myself buried to the hilt before I remember to breathe.

“Fuck.” I recover my senses long enough to remember it’s too soon to let my body have control. It’s a herculean effort—my cock has never felt so ready to combust—and it borders on painful not to chase the spikes of pleasure that accompany each thrust. But my desire to imprint this night on Kier’s soul is greater than my desire to come, so I hold back, giving him only a fraction of my length while I try to temper my need.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be such a tease.” Kier’s fingers ghost along my obliques, sending a wave of shivers coursing through me.

“I’m not teasing.” I steal a quick kiss since his lips are just too tempting. “I’m making this last since I’ll only get to do it once.”

If I had any blood left in my brain, I might think twice about the flash of disappointment that appears to drift across his face. But knowing it wouldn’t make any sense for him to feel that way, I dismiss it and concentrate on keeping a steady, if shallow, rhythm.

Kier, who apparently still objects, sinks his fingers into the fleshy part of my ass and tries to pull me deeper. He manages to get me nearly halfway in before I halt his progress with a smirk. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so needy.”

“I wouldn’t be if you weren’t such a tease.” He tries to pull me in again, but I evade his reach, pulling out completely and kneeling between his legs.

“I’m not teasing.” Kier’s eyelids flutter shut as I cover his sac with my palm and fondle his balls, a reaction that makes me feel prouder than it should. And has me making confessions I should keep to myself. “I want you to remember this night forever.”

His sapphire eyes snap to mine. “You really think I could forget any of this?”

I shrug a listless shoulder, the weight of his gaze suddenly too heavy for me to meet.

Great, now I’m acting like an insecure child, giving him a reason to have that complex about our age difference.

Kier sits up, inadvertently pulling out of my reach, and palms the side of my face, forcing me to meet his stare. “In case I wasn’t clear before, I don’t make a habit of taking people home with me. I’m not even sure why I did it tonight except that like you, I didn’t want it to end. You fascinate me. And if nothing else happens between us, this will still be one of the most memorable nights of my life.”

His words are hard to accept given I’m just the random guy in the bar while he’sKier Caldwell, but the intensity in his eyes, his warm palm cradling my cheek, make me want to believe. It also makes me feel guilty as hell that I’m fully aware who he is and haven’t said anything.

Yet I can’t confess now.

It might make me a selfish asshole, but for this one night, a man whose work I deeply admire says he finds me fascinating, and I want to justify that. To be what he imagines I am, and to fully experience what it’s like to be wanted.

Closing the distance between us, I take his mouth in a kiss that—I hope—says everything I can’t.

You fascinate me too.

Thank you for making me feel seen.

For making me feel important.

For giving me a piece of you.

“Aiden,” he mumbles against my lips.

“Yes?”

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