Page 70 of Perfect Storm
He wasn’t proud of it but that was just the blunt reality of the situation.
“Do you—are you . . .” Levi shook his own head like he was desperately trying to clear it. Aidan sympathized; there wasn’t much blood—or thought—in his brain right now. “You’re sure?” he asked for the second time in the last five minutes.
Aidan realized what he was really trying to ask.
If we do this, way earlier than we promised, are you gonna be thinking about me? Or is Mo the one on your mind?
Aidan reached up, framed Levi’s face with his palms. His stubble was rough in the best way against his skin. He wanted to feel it all over. “It’s . . .it’s you, I promise.”
He hoped it was enough. Words were never his strong suit, even on his best day, and right now, he was at a serious disadvantage. But hopefully Levi understood.
Levi grinned at him, wildly, and a second later, dropped to his knees right in Aidan’s foyer, tugging at the waistband of his shorts.
“Yeah?” Levi asked, gazing up at Aidan. His pulse was rabbiting out of control, just at the way Levi looked like this.
Comfortable and easy andhot.
Aidan swallowed hard. “Yeah.”
He’d had blowjobs before. You couldn’t be a professional athlete and not have it offered ten times or a hundred times or even a thousand. It was a surefire way to never get a girl pregnant, and Aidan had heard guys say over the years, in too many locker rooms, how a good bj could be as good as fucking.
Aidan liked them for none of those reasons. They always felt less . . .close. A good way to get off that didn’t require the kind of intimacy Aidan had never liked sharing.
But this blowjob felt radically more intimate than any other he’d ever gotten.
Levi’s face pressed to his thigh, tongue tracing the muscle there as it tensed and then he forced it to relax.
His dick was hard and leaking and twitching, so turned on he had to curl his fingers into his palms, nails digging in, so he didn’t reach down and drag Levi to where he wanted him most.
It was so tough to let Levi take his time and set his pace, but by the time Levi’s tongue wrapped around him, the blood was pounding in his ears and his mind was only one long litany ofplease, please please.
He wasn’t going to last. He’d wanted this too badly, and now that it was finally here, it was more overwhelming than he’d ever imagined.
Aidan wasn’t a blowjob expert, but while Levi definitely seemed experienced, it wasn’t like he was doing anything special. That didn’t matter at all. Had never mattered less. Pleasure fizzed just under his skin, like bubbles popping, and the back of his head hit the wall.
Levi hummed in approval around his cock, and Aidan couldn’t even help the noises that spilled out of his mouth.
It would be so easy to close his eyes. Let that fizzy pleasure envelop him.
But then he’d miss the fact that this felt different than every other sexual experience he’d ever had.
Because it was a guy, sure, that was part of it. But it was more than that, too. It wasLevi.
And he never wanted to forget it was Levi.
Levi had worried, justifiably, if they ever ended up here—Aidan’s cock in his mouth—he’d be thinking of Mo first and Levi second.
But there was no way Aidan wasn’t thinking of him andonlyhim.
Some guys closed their eyes. Wanted to lose themselves in the sensation. But Aidan didn’t look away. Kept his gaze on Levi and his eyes open, barely blinking.
Like he never wanted Levi to think he wasn’t one hundred percent aware of whose mouth was on his cock.
Aidan was big, more girth than length, a pleasant weight on Levi’s tongue. The act had been a turn-on forever, ever since he’d done it the first time. But it had never felt like this before, urgency rolling through his blood as he sucked harder, deeper.
“Fuck,” Aidan muttered under his breath, voice rough. “Fuck, that feels so fucking good.”
Levi’s knees ached. But his cock ached more. He was never particularly impatient to get his own, but he found he couldn’t wait. Pressed a palm against himself, groaned harder around Aidan’s cock.
