Page 45 of Beautifully Complicated

“Exactly,” he says softly.

I’m pretty sure neither one of us is talking about the movie anymore.

Chapter fourteen

Aiden

I’m not sure how much abstinence my body can take.

The fact I haven’t had sex in over six months is only part of the problem. I’ve had dry spells before. Longer ones in fact. The real issue is that I have someone I want to be having sex with, which I can’t act on, and I’m surrounded by people who fuck like rabbits.

Morning, noon and night, at least one of the couples in my house is going at it. Upstairs it’s Bennet and Damien, and even if they’re not overly vocal, the rocking bed—or couch if they’ve decided to change things up—makes the ceiling creak. Next door it’s Cam and Jagger, who are mostly good about volume, but we share a wall, which shakes when the headboard hits it. And downstairs are Liam and Cruz, who are actually pretty quiet since they’ve been warned on multiple occasions to keep it down, but always come out of their room looking freshly fucked.

As a result, I feel sexually frustrated at least ninety percent of the time, and when you put me in a room with the very person my mind wanders to whenever I hear my roommates getting busy… To say that sitting in a room with Kier every day for hours on end is an exercise in restraint is a massive understatement.

If I’d never slept with him and had no idea what sex with him would be like I’d still be turned on around him because he’s just so sexy. But having had a night with him… Knowing what an amazing lover he is… I’m desperate for a repeat. And since I’m surrounded by fucking couples—literally—I’m so wound up there are times I think Kier’s heated looks alone could make me come.

The only reason I haven’t totally lost my composure and jumped his bones is because I’ve started engaging in a little nightly self-care, which I’m presently administering right now as the wall behind me rattles with increasing speed.

Come to think of it, the ceiling seems to be creaking a bit too.

Everyone’s leaving to go home for Thanksgiving in the morning, and even though each couple has plans to travel together, they seem to be treating tonight as their last chance for a romp before they have to behave for a few days, so the activities seem to be extravigorousthis evening.

This is one holiday I don’t go home for since it generally takes place at my sister’s house in Idaho, and not only is it a pain to get to, but I’d be relegated to the couch. I prefer to stay on campus and see everyone when I go to my parents for Christmas.

I love my sister and my niece and my brother-in-law but… the couch. Hard pass.

My roommates were concerned about me staying here without any company, but I told them I have plans with a classmate so they wouldn’t worry about leaving. I’m pretty sure they suspect I don’t have plans, but they didn’t press me on it, which I appreciate since I’m looking forward to the quiet.

That, and I fully expect to see Kier at some point over the next few days. He knows I’m staying in town, and even though we have nothing planned, I’m betting we’ll both end up in the lab since it’s the only place we can see each other.

I’ll take every chance I can get to see him. His silky black hair. Engaging blue eyes. Full lips I get lost in when he speaks, and that velvety voice that’s as close as I can get to an embrace without actually touching.

He’s sexy personified, and if all I can do right now is look, I plan to look my fill.

Though the soundtrack next door started this whole thing, it’s the memory of Kier’s weight on top of me, his body sliding languidly in and out of mine to get me used to his size, that has me instantly hard.

He was so gentle. So considerate. Until we both found our footing so to speak, and he made my body feel things I didn’t know it was capable of. Feeling him tunnel inside me while he held my cock in his hand…

I’ve always done that to satisfy my partners, and they seemed to enjoy it well enough, but I never understood how intense it could be until it was done to me. The dual sensation of being filled and stroked was a euphoria unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. My release so all-consuming the world around me seemed to fade away, leaving me in a suspended state of bliss. And when I finally came back to my body, Kier was right there with me, just as stunned and sated as I was.

My hand moves faster as I try to recreate that feeling, and while I manage to pull my cum from my balls, my orgasm is more like a balloon springing a leak than popping with a bang. Accomplished, but not overly satisfying.

Using one of the many new washcloths I purchased to keep up with my sordid evening activity, I clean up as best I can without showering. Cam and Jagger will do that next, and if I’m lucky they’ll clean up without going another round so I can get some decent sleep. Or as close to decent as I can when I’m sleeping alone.

***

“I thought I might find you here.” Kier lets himself into the computer lab and hoists an uncharacteristically large bag onto his workstation. “You’re supposed to be taking a few days off.”

“So are you.”

“Yeah, but I’m the boss so I’m allowed to break my own rule.” He starts removing a bunch of Tupperware and a bottle of wine from the bag.

“What is this?” I get from my desk and make my way to his, anticipation mounting as I take in the spread he’s putting out.

“Thanksgiving.”

“You brought me Thanksgiving dinner?”

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