Page 4 of Jail Break

“Are you gonna move?” he asked through strained teeth.

I didn't realize I'd been staring like an idiot. I quickly threw away my shirt and grabbed my cock, determined not to let him win as I pumped myself, too.

Aiden couldn't take his eyes off me. He seemed as obsessed with my cock as I was with his, so maybe I had a chance to get one over on him for ruining my big game ritual.

“Yeah, just stroke it like that,” he said with a hungry edge to his voice. “Base to tip. Keep going,” he grunted as he timed his strokes with mine.

The oil squelched louder and louder as he rubbed his dick, both of us watching each other’s cocks. It was as if the room had disappeared and all I could think was what was going to happen next. If I came, would he switch off the TV and finally go to bed, or was he really going to suck me off?

His cock was wrecked, like he’d been working it for ages and it was begging for release. Or maybe it was because his piercing made everything look sexier.

I thought my sex drive was pretty good, but I was twenty-one, and he was nearly forty-five. I didn’t know if that meant it washarder for him to come. I just assumed things like control got better with age.

Aiden ran his tongue over his teeth before he spoke. “Pull back your foreskin and stroke your slit,” he hummed. “I want to see your face as you wind yourself up.”

His rough tone had my cock twitching in my hand as my asshole clenched. I was sure I’d come if he kept talking to me like that.

I did what he said, holding my cock at the base with my hand as I traced my slit, spreading my precum around, trying not to moan at how he was licking his lips. I was leaking for him and it was fucking embarrassing and sexy at the same time.

“How do you like it? Is it good?” he asked heatedly.

I twisted my lips. “It’s nothing special,” I lied, losing focus as soon as he spoke. I winced as I pressed too hard on my slit, glancing at him to find out if he’d caught me.

“Uh huh,” he said, hitching a brow, absolutely not believing me. “So, if I told you to take some of the cum off of your hard cock and rub it over your tongue, would you?”

My hand stopped suddenly, meeting his eyes in surprise, scrambling for a reply. But even though I knew I should get the fuck out of there, there was a buzzing anticipation flitting around my chest that wasn’t only my dick. Like a voice telling me to try it because it might be fun or something. It wouldn’t exactly be bragging rights because there was no way I was telling anyone about this, but I was already pumped up. And I could stop whenever I wanted.

The only orders I ever followed were from my coach. I was the team captain, I decided how our team worked and how we ran things. When it came to the game, I was in charge.

But still…

I wanted to see him more clearly in the shit light of the TV, so I snuck towards him.

He was even rougher up close, someone had obviously broken his nose in the past. His huge jaw pointed, with a thick beard and stray hairs popping out at all angles, and tattoos of knives and cards creeping up his neck and around his left ear. Maybe it was because I wanted to come, but he looked pretty hot in, like, a caveman kind of way.

The grin on his face was like a dare, like he was sure I was going to chicken out and bolt just because he asked me to taste my cum. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t tried it before, I just hadn’t done it in front of anyone else.

I glared at him as I removed my thumb from my slit, easily lifting my hand to my mouth. Aiden’s eyes sparked as I extended my tongue, taking it slow, making it last as I pressed the pad of my thumb right in the center.

I wasn’t going to make it sexy or whatever he wanted. I was only doing it to prove I could.

Aiden groaned as he shook his hips, thrusting up hard with another squelch of his oiled cock, and triumph bolted through me. That was a total win for me. If that was all it took to get him going then he didn’t stand a chance. And if I turned him on like that, what else could I do to wind him up?

“Yeah, that’s the stuff,” Aiden sighed. “When I was your age, I used to shoot onto my chest and eat it right up. I bet you could do the same.”

“You’re talking like you invented it or something,” I scoffed, and he let out a crack of laughter.

“Hey, it’s my cock, it’s my invention, right?” He let go of his dick and slid forward to rest his ass on the edge of the couch. And probably leaving a massive smear of oil too.

How the fuck was I going to explain the stains to my dad?

“Come stand over me,” Aiden said, jerking his chin down to his cock, pointing to the open spot between his legs where he wanted me.

I scowled at the tremor of nerves speeding through me as I came close enough for his breath to brush my hard cock. And I hated how I jumped when he pulled in his knees, snapping them together with his thighs straight out in front of him. I couldn’t figure out what he wanted until an oily hand grabbed my waist and he tugged me forward.

“That’s right, spread those legs for me. I want you close.”

Hesitation hit me hard. I sucked in a breath as he moved me. But he paused when he saw my expression.

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