“Get down on your knees, Aid, and suck my goddamn cock.”

Every muscle in Claire’s body tightened with anticipation. The loud pounding of her heart muffled their voices, so she inched closer, needing to hear what they were saying.

“I f**king love drunk Dylan,” Aidan growled. “Always going all alpha on me.”

“Good for you, man. Now suck drunk Dylan’s cock.”

When Aidan dropped to his knees, Claire almost fainted.

Stars danced in front of her eyes, bothersome white dots that made everything look hazy. She blinked rapidly to clear her vision. No way was she missing a second of this. No. Fucking. Way.

She watched Aidan grip the root of Dylan’s erection with one hand. Ever so slowly, he leaned in and wrapped his lips around that glistening mushroom tip.

Her mouth fell open as Aidan’s head began to move up and down Dylan’s cock. He sucked with fervor, using his fist to pump the thick shaft on every upstroke, and each time his mouth enveloped the entire hard length, Dylan groaned with abandon.

“Fuck, yeah. Oh Jesus, keep doing that, man.”

Man. Not baby or some other endearment, Claire noted, and that hoarse syllable merely underlined what she was witnessing. A man giving another man a blowjob.

Natasha was right. There was nothing freaking hotter.

Dylan began moving his hips and f**king the other man’s mouth in earnest, his hands thrusting into Aidan’s dark hair to control the pace.

Claire couldn’t look away. Couldn’t focus on anything other than the long, glistening c**k tunneling in and out of Aidan’s accommodating mouth. When Dylan let out a strangled curse, she managed to wrench her gaze up so she could see his expression. The look on his face stole the breath right out of her lungs. Raw pleasure, pure lust.

Her gazed drifted back to Aidan, whose head was bobbing, whose enthusiasm floored her, whose erection was unmistakable as it slapped his belly with his every move. She wouldn’t have expected him to be the submissive one, the one on his knees moaning as Dylan’s dirty commands directed his movements.

Ironically, the second she made the observation, it got turned on its head.

“I need you in me,” Dylan mumbled.

Claire’s breath caught. She thought she might have misheard him, but then he repeated himself, leaving no doubt as to what he wanted.

“God, Aidan, I need you in me. Come up here and f**k me, damn it.”

Chapter Eleven

Dylan was aroused to the point of pain, his balls harder than bowling balls, every drop of blood in his body pooling and throbbing in his dick. He totally regretted having a few beers with Cash and the boys at their favorite dive bar tonight. Alcohol always turned him into a raging horndog, as all his buddies could confirm, and though he wasn’t one for melodrama, he knew that if he didn’t come soon, he might actually die.

“You want me in your ass, huh?” Aidan’s voice was all gravel as he rose to his full height, putting them at eye level.

Knots of anticipation formed in Dylan’s groin. “Yes. I want you in my ass.”

His gaze dropped to Aidan’s cock, eight inches of rock-hard power. He bit back a moan as he watched that c**k grow even fuller, a pearl of moisture seeping from its tip.

“Goddammit, Aid, stop standing there and give it to me.”

Amusement flickered in Aidan’s chocolate-brown eyes before darkening into sinful promise. “Turn around. Put your hands on the dresser and don’t move.”

Taking a breath, Dylan did as ordered. He braced both palms on top of the sleek oak and waited. Listened to the sound of Aidan’s footsteps heading for the bed, the creak of a drawer, the ripping of a condom wrapper and the plastic snap of a tube opening.

When warm hands caressed his back, he sucked his breath in. Continued to wait with patience he certainly didn’t feel. He wanted to bring one hand to his c**k and jack off, but Aidan had told him not to move, and there was something wickedly erotic about being at the other man’s mercy, letting Aidan control when and how he came.

Aidan’s breath tickled the nape of his neck as the man moved closer. The feel of an erection pressing against his ass cheeks made him shudder.

“Stop being a cocktease. Give me what I want.”

There was a husky chuckle. “How bad do you want it?”

Aidan’s hands slowly traveled down to Dylan’s ass, giving it a light squeeze.

He groaned. “So goddamn bad.”

When slick fingers slid between his ass cheeks and probed his entrance, his head fell forward, the anticipation growing, surging in his veins.

Aidan took his time getting him ready, using a generous amount of lubrication for easier penetration, teasing Dylan’s ass**le by pushing just the tip of one finger inside.

“I love this tight ass,” Aidan muttered. “Feels so good clamped around my cock.”

Dylan groaned with impatience, ready to burst, ready to beg, but before he could voice his frustration, Aidan slipped two fingers inside and started f**king him with them.

“Oh f**k,” Dylan moaned. The slight burning sensation gave way to ripples of pleasure that pulsated in his ass and cock.

“Christ, I wanna f**k you.” Aidan added a third finger, and Dylan’s body stretched to accommodate it. “I wanna shove my dick in your ass and f**k you hard.”

“Do it,” he begged. “Please.”

The desperation in his voice roused another chuckle from the man who was determined to torment him. Aidan continued to push his fingers in and out in a leisurely rhythm that caused sweat to break out on Dylan’s brow.




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