Page 45 of The One Decent Thing

He had me. Hopefully I’d be good enough.

With a towel around my waist, I headed back to his bedroom, with a quick detour to mine to get the lube and condoms I had in the top drawer of my dresser. I got laid so rarely I didn’t need to have them in the nightstand. Maybe that was about to change. Optimism, right?

The towel felt ridiculous as I walked in. I should’ve had the confidence to stroll in bare-ass naked, climb on top of Aidan’s crazy-hot body, and have my way with him. Or have my way with him having his way with me, which would be even better.

Aidan was under the sheet, and so was one of his hands, moving lazily over the erection tenting the covers. He could’ve been starring in a photo shoot, with his tousled black hair and half-lidded eyes, and that stubble that looked like a stylist’s wet dream.

His mouth dropped open when he saw me, and his hand stilled. “Come here,” he said hoarsely. “Lose the towel and get over here.”

I dropped the supplies on the foot of the bed, fiddled with the edges of the towel, and then got up the courage to tug it off and drape it over the desk chair. My back was turned to him, and the low almost-growl that came out of him as I bared myself was enough. He wanted me. He’d said he wanted me, and he’d never given me a reason not to trust him. Not the day I picked him up and he got me home safe, not the night before, and not all those years ago when he stopped to help me for no reason other than kindness.

Turning around was the bravest thing I’d ever done. It was worth it. Aidan pulled the sheet back, shimmied out of his boxers, and then held out his arms to me, hard and eager and ready.

I went without hesitation, and he enfolded me in his heat. Strong arms, and the hot press of his chest against mine, and his lips absolutely everywhere: on my neck and my shoulders and my arms, moving down and nipping across my belly while I lay back and tangled my hands in his hair.

Aidan’s stubbled chin brushed over the head of my cock, and I whimpered and jerked, arching up off the bed. “Sorry,” he whispered, with a grin. “I’m so, so fucking sorry, Sebastian.”

Oh no, oh no no no, he changed his mind, he’s going to get up and walk away… Then he lowered his head slowly, and it dawned on me. He wassorry. The first tentative lick nearly destroyed me. That was Aidan’s tongue on my dick, stroking up the shaft and then flicking over the head.

Someone was pleading, and I realized it was me, a litany of begging, and Aidan’s name, and little sounds that almost sounded like pain. He lasted longer than I thought he would, long enough that I was so close to coming, getting me halfway in his mouth before he tapped out and pulled off.

“Was that okay?” He sounded so earnest, like there was any doubt. I wouldn’t have asked him to do that for me, but oh, holy crap. His lips were red and shiny, and I was throbbing in his hand. Okay? Really?

“You have no idea,” I managed. Aidan smiled, kissed the head of my cock and drew one more shiver out of me, and grabbed the lube.

“I’m not totally sure what to do with this.” He grimaced. “The couple of times I’ve done this, my girlfriend at the time kind of took care of it on her own. She said it made her uncomfortable to have me do it.”

I held out my hand. “I can take care of it.”

Aidan hesitated, looking back and forth between the lube and my ass, and finally handing me the bottle. “This time,” he said. “I’ll watch and learn. I don’t want to hurt you by not knowing what the fuck I’m doing.”

Stretching and slicking my ass while Aidan knelt between my spread legs and watched was the hottest thing I’d ever done. I’d never been so self-conscious, though, in the full daylight with his eyes fixed on where my fingers worked in and out of my hole. His breath came in quick, harsh pants. So did mine. I twisted my fingers around, trying to reach my sweet spot but not quite making it.

“You’re trying to reach…” Aidan’s eyes flicked up to mine. “Your prostate, right?”

“Yeah,” I panted.

“I could help?”

My eyes rolled back in my head and I almost came on the spot. Oh,fuck. “Okay. Okay, it’s like behind my dick —”

Whatever else I was going to say cut off in a cry, because he slid a finger in next to mine and curved it up, and fireworks went off behind my eyelids. On the first try. What the hell, he had to be perfect at this, too?

“Looks like I found it.” I’d have been more annoyed by how smug he sounded if he hadn’t also sounded totally overwhelmed, his voice hoarse and strained.

So was I. His finger rubbing next to mine, inside my body, was too much. The pressure hit a boiling point and I arched up, babbling nonsense, and came all over my stomach and chest in long spurts that felt like they lasted forever.

My muscles clenched around Aidan’s finger and mine. “Oh my fucking God,” Aidan moaned. “Oh, fuck, you feel…”

My eyes cracked open, and he was jerking himself off so quickly that his hand was a blur, that one finger of his other hand still buried in me. “Stop!”

To my shock, he did. “What? Sebastian, if I don’t come I’m going to —”

“In me,” I gasped, and pulled my finger out, spreading my legs even more until I was wide open. More open than I’d ever been for anyone.

“I don’t have to. You already came.” Aidan was weakening, though, and reaching for the condoms.

“It’ll still feel good. So, so good. Just get in me already!”

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