❝Morrison is my archenemy and he only dies with my hands wrapped around his neck...❞
Carl John Morrison has never met any man who surpasses Aiden Black. He's a stuck-up prick. Easy on the eye. A lethal weapon.
And Carl has a weakness for him.
A tr...
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Ch. 15: High for this
“Touch whatever you want,” It was barely a whisper and the sensuality of Carl’s voice sounded almost forbidden.
“Just so we’re clear, how high are you?” Aiden asked.
“Just enough,” Carl stared back at the man, taking him in. “I know this is not my imagination playing tricks on me.”
Aiden smiled at that response and claimed Carl’s lips into a hungry kiss. Carl simply let the man invade his senses, allowing him to unfurl his darkest desires and dragging his sanity to a point of oblivion.
He was strangely addicted to Aiden’s taste, the waft of his signature cologne and everything else that defined his alpha male energy. The man’s kisses were like little black holes, pulling Carl down under until all gravity was lost under his touch.
Carl’s breath stuttered through his nostrils, “You’re such a great kisser.”
“So are you,” Aiden’s dilated pupils zeroed on Carl’s amber eyes which were burning with want. Brushing his thumb over Carl’s glistening lips, Aiden went on to part them. “I could do this with you all day.”
“What’s stopping you now?”
“I like a yes man,” Aiden unbuckled Carl’s belt, slowly tugging on both his underwear and dress pants. He freed Carl’s erection causing the guy to instinctively thrust into his fist, seeking for some sorts of friction in there.
“Shit.”
Aiden laughed softly and looked at Carl, amusement shining in his gray eyes. “Easy, okay? No need to rush.”
“Easy for you to say.” There was so much tension in Carl’s jaw as he spoke. “I’m dying here.”
“I won’t let you,” Aiden whispered, his mouth puffing out hot and ragged breaths on the man’s neck. Carl whimpered as he felt teeth slightly sinking in his hot skin. It felt good. “Feeling okay so far?”
“This is pure torture Aid...”
Aiden kissed him again, brutally silencing his forthcoming thoughts. His slightly rough hands began skimming underneath Carl’s buttoned shirt, leaving him at the brink of begging for more. Carl found himself unconsciously whispering Aiden’s name when he finally pulled away from him, not wanting him to stop for anything.
“I can’t get over how beautiful you are, baby.” Aiden murmured and then he was kissing Carl again like a deprived addict. Those deep kind of kisses that left no room for doubt. Only feeling and desire.
Their kissing turned even slower, became more tender and a great deal more. Carl was breathless and dazed but his body ached for more. He wanted more of him and Aiden knew that too.
Aiden shuddered in bliss when Carl squeezed his cockhead through his pants. He grabbed Carl’s exploring hand and scooted it away. “You’ll get your own chance, no hogging allowed.”
