Page 39 of Just a Bit Captivated

He should never have touched Aiden. That had been his second mistake.

Not that Zain was the only one to blame for this mess. Aiden was a manipulative little menace, with all his soft, doe-eyed looks andI want yous. Zain wasn’t born yesterday. He knew when he was being manipulated, even if Aiden had chosen a bizarre way to do it.

Except knowing that he was being manipulated didn’t necessarily mean he wasn’taffected by it. Unfortunately.

Sighing, Zain undressed to his boxer briefs and got into the bed.

He considered kicking Aiden out of it—he had no business being in hisroom—but to Zain’s distaste, he couldn’t deny that a part of himvery much liked finding his—the boywaiting for him in his bed, all soft and warm and his for the taking.

Frowning at the predictable direction of his thoughts, Zain watched his hand touch Aiden’s lower back.The contrast of his darker hand against the pale skin was fascinating. It was another reminder that Aiden was from a different world. He didn’t belong here.

But he still belonged tohim.

Zain watched his hand tug Aiden’s shorts off, revealing his ass to his hungry gaze.

Being undressed didn’t wake Aiden. He was a heavy sleeper. He’d once slept through Zain fucking him, waking up only when he came on Zain’s cock.

“Figures you’d be into somnophilia,” he had grumbled afterward, rolling his eyes.“You pervert.”

Zain wasn’t into somnophilia—at least he hadn’t been. But there was something about using Aiden while he was sleeping so peacefully that made his heart speed up and his cock harder than it had ever been. The absolute rush it gave him was disturbing on several levels that had nothing to do with a sexualkink and everything to do with his insane, unhealthy possessiveness. The desire to use this young man like a thing and own him, totally.

Damn it, how he despised it. He despised the way Aiden knew exactly what to say to lead him by his cock.I’m yours. Your thing. I love it when you use me. You can use me whenever you want.

Just remembering Aiden’s words made him so hard it was uncomfortable, his body burning with the primitive need to fuck, totake.

He stared—glared—at Aiden’s round, bare buttocks for minutes before eventually losing the battle with himself and groping them greedily, kneading the plump flesh.Aiden made a small sigh-like noise but didn’t wake up.

Zain spread Aiden’scheeks and stared at the pink, tiny hole between them, his mouth going dry.

Although this had been going on for months, he’d never touched Aiden more than necessary. The sex was always fast and urgent, just a means to get off and relieve the tension between them.

Aiden’s hole was nowhere near as attractive as a pussy. It was just an asshole. Zaindidn’twant to lick it. That would be disgusting and unnatural.

But he could spit on it.

SpitinsideAiden.

The thought made his cock throb, and Zain palmed it absentmindedly before leaning in and spitting on Aiden’s hole.

The jolt of arousal he felt from seeing—making—Aiden’s holewetwas ridiculously strong. Zain leaned in even closer, so close that his jaw pressed against Aiden’s smooth cheeks.He rubbed his stubble against the soft skin, wanting to leave marks, something Aiden would feel for days.

He spit on his hole again. He missed, his spit ending up a little lower down from Aiden’s hole.

All right, he’d just have to push it toward his hole.

Zain used his tongue to do it, pushing his spit into Aiden’s tight little hole. There was a roar in his ears, his body nearly shaking with arousal as he thrust his tongue into the boy’s hole, again and again.

Aiden moaned, squirming in his grip.“Zain? What are you—oh god—ah—ah—ah—oh god, don’t stop…”

Zain pushed his tongue deeper, so deep his jaw started aching, but he didn’t give a fuck. He wanted to leave his mark as deep inside Aiden as possible before doing the same with his cock. The slutty, wanton sounds Aiden was making only spurred him on, making him more greedy, more aggressive as he fucked him with his tongue.

Before long, Aiden was sobbing and pushing back onto his tongue, like the little slut he was. Of course he wanted more. He always did. His eagerness should have been disgusting—they both were men, it was wrong, it should have felt more wrong—but it was like a heady drug.

“Please—cock—your cock—give it to me…”

Zain shoved his boxer briefs down and pulled his cock out. Reaching for the lube in the drawer, he quickly slicked up his aching cock before moving over Aiden’s body. He pushed into him in one smooth, long thrust, groaning in relief. This was exactly what he’d been craving all evening. This.

Aiden sobbed out, arching his back obscenely, his hole squeezing him impossibly tight. Zain swore under his breath and buried his face against Aiden’s nape, his hips already thrusting hard and fast. He despised this, despised how little control he had over his body, becoming a mindless animal every time he put his cock into this boy. It was absolutely maddening. He bit hard on Aiden’s neck, wanting to punish him, punish him for being the way he was, as if he were created perfectly wrong to bring out Zain’s worst qualities and turn him into this. A rutting animal that thought with his cock.

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