Page 250 of Worthy

I don’t think, I just go for it. I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and press my lips against his. His shocked and stiff posture soon relaxes, his hand coming to rest softly on my hip while his other one glides across the side of my neck.

His tongue gently prods my lips, pushing inside my mouth. He swallows my gasp and subsequent moan, walking me backward a few steps before kicking the door closed with his foot. Oliver keeps moving until he has me pinned against the wall.

Once again, his size has me mesmerized. He’s only two or three inches taller than my five foot eleven frame, but it’s so different from what I’m used to. I usually tower over the girls. And where their bodies are softer and curvier, his is hard and wide.

“Your lips are so soft,” he murmurs against my mouth.

I don’t know what to say, so I slide my tongue against his, getting lost in the kiss. His hips press against mine and I feel just how much he’s enjoying this. Which means, he has to feel how hard I am right now, too. I worry he’ll make fun of me—the guy who claimed to be straight but is stiff as a board over a little kiss.

I block out the thought, just like I’ve blocked out countless others, and I let my hands roam his torso. I squeeze his lats before inching around his back. He’s so muscular.

We moan into each other’s mouths, our breathing heavy, and my hips undulate on their own. My cock is seeking a release even if it was never part of the plan. Not that I planned this, but getting off wasn’t what I had in mind when I kissed him. I just wanted to know what it would be like and how I’d feel.

“Fuck, you got me so hard,” he groans, pulling away from my mouth and burying his face in my neck.

“Oh god,” I moan, rubbing against him.

The sound of the backdoor sliding open and closed is loud. “Aiden?” Victoria calls out.

We pull away from each other slightly, our bodies remaining connected. My lips feel swollen and my chin is probably red for the small amount of whiskers on his face.

“What do you wanna do?” he whispers, leaning in to nuzzle my neck again.

“Aiden? Where are you?” Her voice is right outside the bathroom. “You sick?”

I realize the water is still running in the sink.

“Uh, yeah. Kinda,” I reply, pushing Oliver away.

“Do you know where Oliver went?”

“He said he had to go,” I tell her, cringing when I look at Oliver.

“Oh. Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine. Wait for me out front and I’ll walk you home.”

“It’s okay. I can just go.”

“No. Wait for me.”

“Okay.”

I wait until I hear the front door close before I sigh. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why—”

“It’s okay,” he says. “What should I do?”

“Wait a few minutes after I go and then you can leave.”

He nods once. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

My face contorts, confusion marring my features. “Oh. About moving. Shit. Yeah. Okay.”

He smirks. “Maybe I shouldn’t. If…”

“It’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I adjust my cock in my pants before I rush out and meet Vic on the porch.

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