Page 83 of Perfect Storm
He knew what he wanted, and with the lassitude of his own orgasm lingering, he wasn’t even anxious about this, the way he’d been last night. When he’d been worried he’d try it and not like it.
Well, he’d tried it, and the opposite had actually been true.
Shuffling a little closer, it was impossible not to feel a surge of smugness when Levi’s cock twitched, hard and curved up towards his abs.
He clearly wanted Aidan, and he wanted him despite the fact that Aidan couldn’t possibly be good at this—no matter how much he craved competence, he was also a realist.
Aidan pushed that thought, that sudden anxious worry, away and leaned in, swiping his tongue up Levi’s cock.
It was warm and the skin surprisingly soft despite its hardness. Aidan had wondered, late last night as he’d lain in bed, thinking about what they’d finally done, if he’d hallucinated how good it had been. How much he’d liked it.
But it turned out that it wasn’t a fantasy or a dream or even a misremembered echo of the truth.
Aidan groaned in the back of his throat. He liked itsomuch. Slipped more of it into his mouth, enjoying the weight of it against his tongue. Sucked harder and loved the way Levi’s thighs tensed under his palms.
It was like learning a new play. Figuring out what worked, and what didn’t. Untangling the necessities for success from the fancy optionals.
He took Levi too deep once, too fast, and choked a little. Levi soothed the back of his head with a soft touch, but Aidan realized he didn’t even hate that. He disliked more that he’d lost sight of quality in pursuit of enthusiasm.
“God, baby, so good,” Levi babbled above him. His hand hadn’t strayed from his hair, and he wasn’t tugging, but he was gripping firmly. Turned out that was hot too, like it was grounding both of them in this moment.
Aidan didn’t even second-guess that Levi was gassing him up. Maybe it wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever gotten, but he seemed lost to the pleasure of it anyway. Mouth caught open in a perpetual moan, making the kind of noises that Aidan was pretty sure might actually make him hard again.
“I’m—” Levi broke off, groaning. “God, I’m so close.”
Aidan knew the standard for success, but it wasn’t just the inevitable conclusion he wanted. He didn’tjustwant to win. This felt different.
Intimate, yes, and like it existed in a whole other category from other things he’d strived to become good at.
He wanted it not for himself. But for the man in front of him.
“Yeah,” Aidan said breathlessly, nodding as he took Levi’s cock as deeply into his mouth as he dared. Hoping the way he couldn’t help convulsively swallowing around the head would push Levi over the edge.
His fingertips dug into his scalp and a second later, with a breathless moan, Levi came down his throat, every muscle in his body shaking as Aidan coaxed him through his orgasm.
As he fell back on his heels, Aidan had only one overriding thought—besides the fact that his cock was rock hard again, just from sucking dick—that sex had never, in his thirty-three years, felt that incredible.
Had he been having the wrong kind of sex?
Or was it more like he’d been having sex with the wrong people? The wrongsex?
The thought was mind-boggling, and Aidan wasn’t ready to unpack it yet. To even consider if it was true.
Not when Levi was pulling him up from the floor, hands still in his hair, mouth meeting Aidan’s in a fiercely hungry kiss.
“Come on,” Levi murmured against his mouth. “Shower time.”
Aidan broke away for just long enough to get the water going and pull out additional towels. Thinking—and maybe for the first time in his life,hoping—that they might make a mess.
“That was so good,” Levi murmured against his sensitive column of his neck. “Can’t believe you’re real.”
It was incredible Levi said that because if Aidan was looking at this situation objectively, the only really special one here was Levi.
He’d seen what almost nobody else had. He’d witnessed the shards of Aidan’s broken heart, but he hadn’t pushed. At first had only put his arms around him, warming him up from the cold, and then he’d slowly, gradually, helped Aidan up.
Three months ago, Aidan would never have imagined he’d want to do any of this with anyone but Mo. But there was no denying he wanted Levi so bad it felt like he was going out of his mind with it.
Not just for sex. Though the sex clearly had some life-altering qualities to it. He wanted to treat Levi right. As a friend, butalso . . .well, whatever they were. He’d taken him to Moretti’s because he wanted to share with Levi the good parts of Toronto. The little niches of good things and good people he’d found.
