Page 17 of Beautifully Complicated

My hips continue to search for relief, rigid dick spearing the air in vain. Aiden watches me with a hunger that betrays his calm façade as he grabs the lube and says, “Three?”

“I’m ready.” I shake my head.

He regards me warily. “You said it’d been a while, and I’m not exactly built for…beginners.”

“I’m not a beginner,” I huff, though as my eyes find the cock standing proudly between his legs and I get my first substantial look at it, I understand his hesitation.

Aiden’s not massive, but his package isn’t as lean as he is, so the two fingers he’s been using aren’t representative of what’s to come. That said, I meant that remark about not being a beginner. It might be snug at first, but I actually welcome that sensation. It’s one of the reasons I’ve never felt the need to top. I enjoy being filled. I enjoy the glide of a hard dick along my walls, and clenching around the intrusion. And I especially enjoy when the crown of that dick rubs my prostate.

Truth be told, I’m not even sure why I said I wanted to try topping with Aiden when I’ve never had that desire before, but something about him makes me greedy. I want to experience everything he’s willing to give, and I’m not feeling very patient about it.

“Kier, I want you so bad I’m ready to combust, but I don’t want to hurt you either.” A wavy line creases Aiden’s forehead, and though it’s camouflaged slightly by the wisps of hair falling over his face, it’s impossible not to see.

“I know.” I reach for his hand and link his fingers with mine, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “And I promise, if it’s too much I’ll tell you. But I’m ready to combust too, and I want you inside me. Please.”

The desire in my eyes must trump the concern in his, since he drops my hand only to reach for the condom.

I watch him roll it over his length, marveling at how sexy he looks performing such a simple task. Biceps flexed, stomach coiled, deft fingers moving with quick and efficient grace. Not for the first time, his confidence and poise strike me as advanced for his age, and I find myself caught in a complicated spiral of desire versus integrity.

Taking him to bed is both selfish and irresponsible. Deep down I know that. But from the first moment I saw him I felt an inexplicable pull, and at this point, my desire for him is less a want than a need I don’t have the strength to deny.

My overactive mind could analyze my choices indefinitely, and it probably would if not for the gentle pressure of Aiden’s crown nudging my entrance, bringing me back to the present.

Our eyes meet over the length of my body, and he inches slightly forward. I force the air from my lungs in a steady stream, hoping to ease his entry and avoid any sudden gasps that could make him assume he’s too much.

Fully seated, he leans forward, resting his forehead against mine. It’s a tender gesture, though I suspect it’s just as much about regaining a sense of control as it is savoring the moment.

“Are you counting?” I breathe against his lips.

“I would be if I could remember any numbers.”

Chapter five

Aiden

My cock is buried inside Kier Caldwell.

I know I sound like a broken record with all theseah harealizations, but tonight is so far outside the scope of what I thought was possible it’s practicallyimpossible not to remind myself it’s really happening.

How did I even get here?

One minute I’m sitting solo at the bar, re-visiting some of life’s more consequential choices, the next I’m rolling around naked with a man I’ve admired professionally for years. A man who would meet every gay boy’s idea of Prince Charming, only sexier.

And if I want him to remember this night as fondly as I will, I can’t come already.

“Are you counting?” He breathes against my lips.

“I would be if I could remember any numbers.”

Kier chuckles beneath me, which has him squeezing my dick like a vise.

“Oh, God.” I groan, pinching my eyes shut as I try to steady my breathing. “No laughing or I won’t last.”

“We’ve both already made it longer than I thought we would.”

“Don’t say that.” Our noses brush as I try to shake my head, which I can’t really do with our foreheads pressed together. “I’m not giving in yet.”

“I’d take it as a compliment.”

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