Hotter Than Ever
Page 17A sharp pain jolted through him as Dylan fisted his hair and brought his head closer, thrusting so hard and so deep Aidan suddenly had a c**k prodding at the back of his throat. He relaxed his jaw and went into deep-throat mode, loving the taste and feel of this man’s dick consuming his mouth. His own erection ached inside his sweatpants, pleading for relief, craving release.
“Yeah, that’s it. Like that.” Dylan rocked his hips, fingers tangled in Aidan’s hair, tugging much harder than usual.
It was rare to see the man lose his cool like this, the hair-pulling and the desperate noises and the frantic thrust of his hips. Aidan knew today’s wedding fiasco must have upset him much more than he’d let on, and so he ceded control and let Dylan f**k his mouth, giving the man what he wanted, what he needed.
“Play with my ass,” Dylan moaned. “Now, Aid.”
Without hesitation he dipped his finger into the saliva dripping down the shaft and pushed it into Dylan’s ass. The second his finger breached that tight ring of muscle, Dylan let out a strangled cry and went still.
“Fuck. Fuck.”
The first jets of come spurted in the back of Aidan’s throat. A tidal wave of lust, combined with a hefty dose of male satisfaction, coursed through his blood. He swallowed heartily as Dylan shuddered in climax, while his own c**k throbbed with pent-up need and angrily demanded attention.
Twenty seconds and several ragged breaths later, Dylan pulled out of Aidan’s mouth and fell back on his elbows. “Damn,” he mumbled. “I needed that.”
Aidan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before getting to his feet. “I know you did.”
He shrugged. “Because this wasn’t for me. It was for you. And now I’m going to stop you before that hero complex of yours kicks in and tries to rescue me from a case of blue balls, because I really think we should check on our guest.”
The reminder immediately killed the mood, bringing a gloomy expression to his roommate’s face. “Crap, I totally forgot she was here.”
“I didn’t.” Aidan hesitated. “I mentioned that she’s smoking hot, right?”
Dylan’s jaw tensed. “Yeah, you did, but you can forget about it, man. She won’t be the filling in a Dylan-and-Aidan sandwich, so get that idea out of your head.”
He masked his disappointment. Dylan’s outright refusal was definitely not the response he’d been looking for. Today was the first time Aidan had met Claire McKinley, and when he’d walked into the living room and finally laid eyes on the woman Dylan had been bitching about for months, he’d been floored by how gorgeous she was. With her smooth flawless skin, rosy cheeks and enormous brown eyes, she looked like a porcelain doll. But below the neck, she was a different kind of doll. The kind you found at a sex shop, all tits and ass and endless curves.
“Aw, shit, I know that look,” Dylan chided. “I mean it, Aid, banish the thought. Forget the fact that I don’t like her, okay? She almost married my brother this morning. Think of how frickin’ incestuous that would feel if I took her to bed.”
Aidan snorted. “And you having slept with Cash’s girl isn’t incestuous? Plus, if you think about all the other chicks you and Cash, or you and Seth, tag-teamed in the past, that’s a lot of bed bunnies to have in common with other men.”
“Don’t care. We’re not f**king her.”
Dylan looked uncertain for a second. “Well, shit, me, I guess. You can do whatever the hell you want.”
“I’d never sleep with someone unless I had your blessing,” Aidan said softly. “That was our agreement, remember? Besides…”
He trailed off, but Dylan didn’t let it slide. “Besides what?”
After a moment, he gave a little shrug, feeling embarrassed. “I prefer it when you’re there. It makes the sex better, for some messed-up reason.”
“I know what you mean.” Dylan sounded perturbed. “Why is that? And why…” Now he was the one stalling.
“Why what?” Aidan prompted.
“Why can’t we stick to the whole one-on-one thing, just you and me?”
He had no answer for that, but it was the same question that had been plaguing him for months. Although Dylan had moved in last month after his lease with Seth Masterson elapsed in mid-November, he and Aidan had been sleeping together since the beginning of September. More than three months now, yet they couldn’t seem to last more than a week having sex with only each other. They both loved women too damn much, and eventually they ended up going out, meeting a beautiful, willing woman, and bringing her home.
Dylan nodded. “You’re probably right.”
“I think Notre Dame is playing this afternoon. Wanna catch a bit of the game?” Aidan said lightly.
“Yup.”
Just like that, the tension in the air dissolved like a teaspoon of sugar in water. At least on the surface. Inside, Aidan was still troubled, still thinking about all the times he and Dylan had had a warm female body nestled between them.
It was during those moments, when he was running his fingers over a woman’s sweet curves and listening to her throaty moans of pleasure, that Aidan was reminded of how much he needed a woman in his life.