Page 18 of Spring Fling
How long had I been in the bathroom? Would Joe know what I was doing? Would I care?
My eyes slammed closed as my fingers closed around my length. A guttural groan worked its way out of me, and I did my best to silence it by biting my lips closed. Too fucking late.
Why the fuck did this feel so damn good?
My eyes remained closed as my hand shuttled up and down my dick. Sparks danced across my vision as pleasure sparked and sangthrough my veins. This was becoming so stupid. I’d never jerked off so many times in my entire life. It was like a magic switch had flipped the second I’d discovered that video of Joe’s.
And then the door handle jiggled.
“Aiden? You okay in there?”
Oh. Oh, fuck.
I took a deep breath and did my best to slow down my strokes, but it was no use. I was chasing a release that was on the brink. It was right there, mine for the taking, and having the object of my desire on the other side of the door wasn’t about to stop me.
“Fine...” It came out on a squeak as my hand picked up the pace once more. My eyes rolled back because, shit, it shouldn’t be this damn hot just talking to him through the door while I jerked off. The idea swirled in my brain. He could hear me. There would be no way to hide what I was doing.
The handle jiggled again, causing my toes to curl. Was he trying to get to me? Did I want him in here? Fuck. I really did. I’d let him wrap his hands around me, feel his warm skin against me as he jerked me and brought me to orgasm. And the thought was almost too tempting. I almost stopped to stumble to the door and let him in.
I wanted Joe’s hands.
I wanted Joseph Bishop.
“Fuck,” I whined as the telltale tingle raced up my spine. Hot, sticky cum shot from my tip, coating my fingers as I shuddered through my release.
“Open the goddamn fucking door, Aiden,” he demanded, a hard thud against the wood leading me to believe he was shoving his shoulder into it.
After taking a few breaths to collect myself, I picked back up my towel and secured it around my waist. It was stupid to answer the door. I knew that. It didn’t stop me from doing it.
Joe stood like a wild beast, hands poised against the frame as if he was ready to pounce.
“Took you long enough, sweetheart.”
My breath caught as he lunged forward, hand grasping my chin and pushing me back into the vanity. His lips landed on mine in a demanding kiss that was all teeth and tongue. So much emotion slammed into me all at once. This was my brother’s friend. My friend. The one person who made me feel like I mattered when so many people didn’t. This was all wild and reckless, and I was on board for every second of the ride.
When we broke apart, all I could do at that moment was focus on that piercing blue stare.
“What was that about?” I finally panted out.
“Never...” he started, his eyebrows slamming down in concentration. “Never think that you need to do that without me goingforward. I’m here for you. If you need me, I’ve got you. Is that understood?”
My throat was too dry to answer, and all I could do was nod.
Chapter 12
Joe
Loud music thumped through the speakers as we entered the club. The scene was something I was used to thanks to college. I thrived in this atmosphere. Being surrounded by people was my catnip.
Aiden? He looked so unsure, not that it helped that I’d thrown him one big curveball before we left to come here for the evening. Fuck. Hearing him on the other side of the door? All I’d wanted to do was rip it from its hinges and get at him. I’d never been this desperate for another person before, and maybe that was my sign I needed to slow the fuck down. But Aiden didn’t seem to want it slow. He’d plowed headfirst since we’d landed, and I was more than happy to accommodate.
I turned to face him; Aiden was hot as sin tonight. I’d vetoed what he’d originally grabbed to wear. He instead sported a pair of tight as fuck skinny jeans that showed the tone of his legs perfectly. They did a mighty fine job showcasing his ass as well. The tank he wore was also skin-tight, and one of mine. Everything he’d brought was too ‘good boy’ and I needed to naughty him up a bit.
“You want to grab a drink?” I asked, placing my hand on the small of his back. His face flushed at the contact, but he nodded as I led him to the bar. It was nice to take him places and not have to worry about his age like we did back home.
A bartender leaned across the counter, eyes shifting between the two of us and how close we were before he grinned. “Hola, gentlemen. What can I get for you this evening?”
He was cute, and if I hadn’t been here with Aiden, I might have tried to flirt, but as it was, I only had eyes for the person I was with. “Can we get two shots of Patron, please?” I asked, holding up two fingers.
