Page 24 of Beautifully Complicated

I’m unclear on whether Aiden’s ever felt his before. Just because he hasn’t bottomed doesn’t mean he’s never had it stimulated, and given how he worked mine, he’s well aware of how that spot can ignite fireworks. Yet knowing his previous partners weren’t overly generous in return, I suspect there’s a good chance tonight might be his first experience with that particular sensitive spot.

My suspicions are confirmed when he practically launches upward with a shocked, “Holy shit!”

“Shhh.” I pull out and rub his back in gentle circles. “I’m sorry that startled you. Did you not like it?”

“No, it’s… I liked it. A lot. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Get comfortable and I’ll do it again.”

It’s a little harder to breach him this time, with his anticipation running so high, but when I do reach those sensitive nerves again, the most illicit groan spills from his lips.

“Oh my God. I… Kier.” He says my name like a plea, and my heart thunders in my chest.

I’m not sure how long it takes to work my way to three fingers, but by the time I do, Aiden’s back is glistening with perspiration, and his hips are writhing steadily beneath me. His need is so great he’s practically delirious, and I’m not in a much better state.

Praying I’m not so stimulated I won’t last, I line my covered cock up to his hole. It still looks too small to take me, but when he begs I press forward.

The pressure is instant and overwhelming.

My vision swims, the room going dark as I pinch my eyes shut to block out everything but the need tohold on. Jaw locked tight, air gets trapped in my lungs as I fight to ignore the bliss that bombards me from every angle.

Dear God this is borderline torture.

Not even the tightest grip from the strongest fist feels as unrelenting as Aiden’s channel. My toes curl and cramp as I fight my way back from the ledge, fear of disappointing him outweighing the urge to let go. Still, I have to borrow his counting strategy to keep myself from thrusting to the hilt. It helps…barely.

Beneath me Aiden shudders, whether from relief or discomfort I can tell. Pressing a soothing kiss to his shoulder blade I whisper, “Okay?”

“Mmm.” He nods into the mattress. “Just, start slow.”

I press another, tender, kiss to the back of his neck, and cautiously move my hips.

Sparks erupt along my length when I draw back, and once again I have to hold my breath to fight through the ecstasy that wants to consume me. Though it’s not just physical ecstasy trying to engulf me, it’s something deeper, more profound than the base urge for a release.

I want to be part of him.

And I want him to be part of me.

In a way, that’s already happened. There’s enough trust between us that we’ve abandoned our traditional roles, and for that alone, this night will be memorable for both of us. But I don’t want it to be a memory I look back on fondly, I want it to be the start of something.

Yes, that’s a ridiculous notion. Or it should be considering we only met a few hours ago. Yet consider what I already know. Aiden’s smart, funny, and adventurous. Quietly confident, though not immune to vulnerability. Wise beyond his years and humble enough not to flaunt it. Plus, he’s gorgeous, and seemingly oblivious to that fact.

How could I not want more than a night with him?

“More.” Aiden’s breathless plea rouses me, reminding me that I’m supposed to be making this incredible for him.

Angling my thrusts downward, I roll my hips so the crown of my cock nudges his prostate with each pass, pulling the most erotic noises from his throat. Noises that have my balls drawing tight, that I selfishly hope to hear beyond tonight.

“Yes, Kier. Yes.”

“Oh, God, Leanbh. Oh God.” My right hand finds his, linking our fingers together above his head. My left snakes under his body, gripping his cock so he has something to thrust into each time I bottom out inside him. And my lips…those meet his in a kiss so passionate I wouldn’t be surprised if it fuses part of my soul to his. Or if he gifts me part of his in return when he cries his release against my mouth.

Once again, the bliss is so overwhelming my vision swims, though this time instead of darkness I’m consumed by a blinding light. The kind I’d associate with heaven since it comes with the sensation of floating, and a feeling of absolute peace and contentment.

My cock is still trembling when my sight returns, the aftershocks of our combined euphoria rippling through the spot where we’re joined. One of them, considering our mouths are virtually fused.

With a soft, sweet kiss to those swollen lips, I pull back to give him some relief, knotting the condom and tossing it aside to deal with later.

“How do you feel?” I run a soothing palm over one of his plump cheeks.

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