Page 32 of Just a Bit Captivated

Aiden might have been more intimidated if he hadn’t known what this man felt like inside of him. That knowledge was surprisingly emboldening.

“No thanks,” Aiden said.“I’m pretty comfy here.”

Zain attempted to dump him off his lap as he had the previous evening, but Aiden was prepared this time around. He twined his arms around Zain’s shoulders and clung to him like a baby koala, burying his face in Zain’s neck, as he resisted the attempts to dislodge him.

“Let go of me,” Zain finally ground out when he seemed to realize the futility of it.

Aiden pressed his cheek against Zain’s stubbled throat, trying not to breathe deeply. Jesus, how did this dick always smell so good?

“Don’t want to,” he said honestly before lifting his head. When Zain pinned him with an icy glare, Aiden gave him his sweetest smile. “It’s your own fault. You smell too good. Is this your aftershave? That would be weird because you look like you haven’t shaved in days. Your stubble is closer to a beard, which definitely didn’t used to be my thing—I always thought it was lazy, but you rearranged my worldview and apparently now I like it and it’s so ridiculous I want to bitch-slap myself—”

Zain kissed him.

Aiden’s brain short-circuited.

Zain’s mouth. Zain’s mouth was on his mouth. Zain waskissinghim—if that even could be called a kiss. It felt more like an assault, aggressive and bruising, almost hateful. Zain crushed his lips, sucking hard and biting them, and then his tongue was practically in Aiden’s throat, as if he was attempting to choke Aiden with it, punish him for making him want him.

It was beyond overwhelming, it shouldn’t have felt good—it was objectively a horrible, selfish kiss, with no care for Aiden’s pleasure—but perversely, that only turned Aiden on. The force of Zain’s lust, the lack of control and finesse he displayed was more arousing than any soft, sensual kisses would have been. He even loved the feeling of helplessness, the punishing grip Zain had on his chin. He wanted to be crushed by this man, wanted to choke on his tongue and on his cock, and swallow every drop of his come, wanted this man to fuck him into unconsciousness, until Aiden was nothing but a vessel for his cock.

Christ, his own thoughts and wants creeped him out, but he couldn’t stop wanting that. Couldn’t stop wanting him.Wantingseemed like such an inadequate word for this all-consuming hunger, the desire to swallow, to devour, to consume.

He moaned in protest when Zain wrenched his mouth away. No!

“More,” Aiden said, kissing Zain’s jaw desperately.“Let’s fuck—please, please. I wanna fuck.”Wanna fucksounded a lot less embarrassing than sayingI want you inside me, which was what he really wanted. God, just thinking about the way Zain had felt inside him, huge and overwhelming, made his hole twitch and squeeze around nothing, eager to experience it again.

A strong hand gripped his chin hard and forced him to look at the other man.

Zain’s pupils were so blown his eyes seemed black as they roamed over Aiden’s face.“You have no shame, do you?”

Aiden kissed him wetly, needily.“What should I be ashamed of?” he said breathlessly. “It’s just sex. I’m not a homophobic dick like you. I can admit that I loved being fucked—being fucked by you.” Slipping his hand between them, he greedily palmed the massive erection tenting Zain’s pants. So thick. “You loved it, too. Your cock doesn’t lie.”

Zain gave him such a cold look Aiden would never have guessed that he was sporting an erection had he not been groping it.

“My cock likes a hole to fuck,” Zain said with deliberate crudeness. “I was horny, and you were easy and there. A convenient wet hole and nothing more.”

Aiden shivered, his crotch aching. Shit, he was discovering new—and rather mortifying—kinks he hadn’t known he had.

“Am I supposed to be offended?” Aiden said, stroking Zain’s erection. “Are you saying you’d stick your cock into just anyone? Should I fetch one of your employees for you?”

Silence was the only response he got.

Aiden smiled, feeling a rush of giddy triumph. Zain wanted him.Him. He might deny it all he wanted, but his body didn’t lie.

The sound of the door opening made his smile freeze.

Turning his head, Aiden saw one of the servants—Damir, if he remembered correctly—standing in the doorway with his mouth open and his eyes confused and wide.

Zain barked out something in Arabic, his voice like a whip.

The servant stepped out of the room so fast it was almost comical. The door closed firmly.

Aiden didn’t move from Zain’s lap.

If anything, he moved closer, grinding his cock against Zain’s. Being interrupted had done nothing to kill his arousal. Zain being commanding and harsh didn’t help, either—it went straight to Aiden’s cock. His cock was weird like that.

“You’re like a cat in heat,” Zain said, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes, his lips twisted in disapproval. But he wasn’t pushing him away. He wasn’t dumping him off his lap.

Aiden moaned, grinding harder against the bulge in Zain’s pants. The friction felt so good, but their clothes were in the way. Off. He wanted them off. Unfortunately, they were in the dining room, and anyone might enter at any moment. As they’d already seen.

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