Page 23 of Just a Bit Captivated

The world seemed to be wavering around him, shaky and out of focus. The only thing that remained firmly in focus was Zain’s haughty face and his dark, dark eyes.

“Now,” Zain said softly.

Aiden’s knees buckled. He all but fell, his knees hitting the plush carpet, as if pushed down by an invisible hand.

Dazedly, he watched Zain’s long fingers lift the white thobe out of the way and then unzip his pants.

And there it was.

Zain’s cock.

Aiden licked his lips, unable to look away. The cock was more than half-hard already. It was big. Thick. Veiny. Darker than Zain’s skin. Zain’s hand moved, stroking it lazily, until it completely hardened inches away from Aiden’s face, the cockhead fat and glistening.

Christ.

Aiden stared at it, hypnotized. He couldn’t seem to look away.

“Get on with it before I change my mind,” Zain said tersely.“Stop wasting my time.”

Aiden felt a fresh wave of helpless anger—and an equally strong wave of arousal. To his mortification and confusion, Zain’s dismissive, bossy attitude was only making him more eager. More desperate. As if Zain really was doing him a favor by letting him suck his cock. As if it were a privilege.

“Fine, then,” Zain said, making a move to tuck his cock back into his pants.

No!

Aiden swayed forward and touched the head of Zain’s cock with his tongue.

Oh god.

The first lick across the silky, swollen head left him lightheaded with arousal. Fuck, it shouldn’t have been so hot. He was licking another man’s cock. Why did this turn him on so much?

Aiden dragged his tongue from the base of Zain’s cock to the tip, and then he mouthed his way back down, marveling at the silken texture. He could hardly believe he was actually doing this.But god, he wanted this cock in his mouth.

Aiden sucked on the fat tip, and then dipped down further, taking as much of the cock inside him as he could. He moaned, his mind becoming foggy and slow with arousal.

He got a rhythmic bob going, relishing the sensation of the thick, smooth rod sliding over the sensitive skin of his mouth, hitting the back of his throat again, and again, and again. It was making him choke a little, but Aiden kind of didn’t care. He wanted more. He couldn’t stop.

A heavy hand tangled in his hair and tugged, pulling him off Zain’s cock.

Aiden moaned in protest, panting raggedly, and lifted his glazed eyes.

Zain’s face was no longer inscrutable, his jaw tense and locked as though he was in pain. Dark eyes glared down at him, Zain’s hard cock throbbing against Aiden’s parted lips.

Aiden tried to take the cock back into his mouth, but Zain’s grip tightened, not allowing him.

A whine left Aiden’s throat.

Zain’s nostrils flared.“So desperate,” he said, his gaze flicking between Aiden’s eyes and his panting mouth.“Pathetic.”

“Fuck you,” Aiden spat out—or rather, tried to. His voice sounded absolutely wrecked.

Zain’s thumb stroked Aiden’s wet bottom lip, pressing hard. His leaking erection slapped against his cheek.“I’m not surprised. You looked like a cocksucker kneeling on that podium, the way you were constantly licking your fat lips.”

Fat lips? He didn’t have fat lips!

“Why, thank you, I had no idea you were paying so much attention to my lips—”

Zain shoved his cock back into him, making Aiden choke and glare at him sullenly. His anger probably didn’t look very convincing, considering how hard he was, how much this was turning him on—having his mouth used for another man’s pleasure. For this man’s pleasure.

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