Page 37 of The One Decent Thing

I turned my head, blindly seeking his lips. He could take a hint, thank God, and he kissed me hard and deep, his mouth slanting down over mine like he owned it. I tangled my tongue with his and kissed him back with everything I had, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt to hold him in place. One of his hands wrapped around the back of my neck, cradling my skull, and I nearly melted through the couch, moaning like a slut.

Aidan let me go and pulled back. “What?” I blinked up at him, panic teasing at me. “What? What’s — what’s wrong —”

“I’m sorry. I forgot you don’t like your head held. That was an accident. I got carried away, but it won’t happen again.”

Jesus, he was such a gentleman sometimes, it drove me nuts. “Don’t you dare let it not happen again,” I said incoherently. By the dawning smile on his face, it was clearly enough to get the job done. “Not while I’m going down on you. The rest of the time…like, the rest of the time, green light. To, um…” I couldn’t finish the thought. Never, not once, had I been comfortable enough with a guy to really ask for what I wanted. Especially when half the time, a guy doing what I wanted freaked me out. What if he laughed at me? And the stakes were higher this time around.

Watching the gears turning in Aidan’s head was kind of fascinating. “Dragging you to bed. That was a green light too?” I nodded. “And holding your head to kiss you.” It wasn’t really a question, but I nodded again anyway. “I can work with that,” he breathed. “Oh, fuck, can I work with that.”

That was all the warning I got. Aidan pounced on me, wrapping me in his arms and kissing me, on my lips and my cheek and my neck, his hands roaming all over my back and sides. I lost myself in those kisses until I realized he was pulling me up and dragging me off the couch.

We stumbled around the couch and down the hall, careened off the door of his bedroom, and landed in a heap on his bed, with Aidan on top. It knocked the wind out of me. Christ, he was heavy. And it was the best thing I’d felt since — since last night, anyway. Before that, maybe years. I spread my legs and he slotted right between them, just like I’d imagined. He needed to be even closer, though, so I twined my arms around his shoulders, wrapped a leg over his hip, and clung to him like an octopus, kissing and kissing and kissing.

At least we got our pants out of the way this time, Aidan shoving my pajamas down over my hips while I pushed at his boxers, freeing his cock into the daylight. It curved slightly up toward his stomach, the thick red head already shiny. It was even better than I remembered.

“I want to suck you again. Can I? Oh my God I want to —”

“Fuck yes, just stop talking about it or I’ll come before you get near me,” Aidan panted, and flung himself off of me onto his back. He spread his arms and legs as if to say,Well, come and get it.

I scrambled into the same position I’d taken before, and it was so similar — but it was night and day. Aidan wanted me. I knew he wanted me, at least right now, at least enough to kiss me and hold me and touch me. Sex might’ve been the only thing on his mind, but it was sex withme, not some placeholder with a nice mouth.

When he reached up to grab the headboard, I shook my head. “I trust you. I know you won’t choke me. On purpose, anyway.”

“That’s why you — someone —on purpose?” Sometimes I’d wondered how Aidan survived in prison, despite how big he was. After all, a lot of guys in prison were big, bigger than he was, and so many of them had to be mean as hell and know how to fight, and everything. How’d he make it, when he was so kind and thoughtful and gentle? The look on his face solved the mystery. It was hard, cold, and intent in a way that would have had even a real criminal running for the hills. Even his eyes changed color, from their usual tawny shade to something darker and more metallic, like the eyes of a cat big enough to eat you. “You have shitty taste in guys, Sebastian.”

Even though it was an insult, it felt like one of the nicest things anyone had said to me, ever. When he got all protective like that he could say anything he wanted. He could’ve insultedStar Trek: The Original Series, and it would still have turned me to mush.

Smiling like an idiot, I asked, “What does that say about you?”

His answering smile was small and a little sad. “Yeah, that’s the question, isn’t it.”

And now Iwasmad. That had been a joke! He could question my taste in men all he wanted, because God knew everyone else did — it was one of Chris’s favorite subjects. But he didn’t get to insult himself. Not when it was in the context of him trying to accommodate my neurotic issues with sex, without even making it a thing. Just doing it, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“I think it says my taste’s improving,” I shot back. That seemed like the best last-word I was going to get, so I bent down, wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, and swallowed as much of him as I could take. And then I started to giggle, and pulled off again. “So to speak.”

Aidan shook with laughter and then moaned when I went back down and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. “Oh, fuck, Sebastian, what’s with you and — oh, holy shit — sex puns…oh fuck, you feel so good…”

I’d never enjoyed a blow job so much, giving or receiving. With one hand stroking him and the other braced on his thigh, I used every trick I knew with my tongue and lips and even my teeth. His legs shook and the head of his cock swelled, and I could tell he was close before he told me.

This time I let go, slid up his body, and landed on top of him, fumbling between us until I got both of our dicks in my hand at once.

Aidan’s body curled in as his head and shoulders popped up off the pillow, his eyes blown wide. “Jesus. What — how the fuck does that feel so good?”

I pressed a quick, sloppy kiss to his lips and then gasped, “I can’t. Can you — ?”

Aidan somehow got what I meant just from that, and one of his hands joined mine, holding us steady. His other hand grasped the back of my neck and yanked me down into another kiss.

We both came like that, cocks and hands awkwardly pinned between our bodies, with our mouths moving over each other’s, in an uncoordinated, ridiculous, perfect mess.

In the aftermath, it was kind of like holding hands, only with a lot of almost-limp cock in the way. I buried my face in his neck and started to laugh again, helplessly, the high of my orgasm hitting me like a tab of ecstasy. Aidan shuddered, but it didn’t seem like a bad thing. Like that shiver I got down my spine sometimes when my nervous system overloaded.

He extricated his hand from between us, but before I could feel sad about it he’d put his arm over my back, holding me close while the hand at my nape stroked gently up into my hair. My pajamas were tangled around my knees. The room smelled like sex and sweat and a little like coffee. His heart beat under my cheek, still fast but slowing and steadying, and some of his chest hair was tickling my nose and making me almost sneeze.

If I’d ever been happier, I couldn’t remember when.

Chapter Nineteen

Aidan

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