❝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. 16: Weed talk
Aiden walked over to Carl who was sprawled on the hood like a man done dealing with earth’s daily hassles. Life felt good then.
Upon sensing Aiden’s presence, Carl stepped off the now cum free hood and directed him where he was. “Now I can hog all I want.”
Aiden stared, feeling oddly eager to experience whatever Carl had in stock for him. He went on to settle on the hood, legs slightly spread apart to make room for his engorged appendage and somehow managing to draw an impish smile out of Carl.
Aiden looked at the other man realizing he might’ve gone too far. “You don’t have to do anything.”
“I told you I was going to return the favor if you blow my mind, didn’t I?” Carl rubbed his fingertips along Aiden’s jawline, enjoying the feel of his rough yet somehow soft stubble beard. “I’m a man of my word, Aiden.”
“It was that good huh?”
“You want the truth?”
“I don’t know, do I want to hear the truth?”
“It was the best make-out session I’ve ever had,” Carl halfheartedly pulled away from him. “Not sure whether I should be pissed or ecstatic.”
Staring into Carl’s eyes, Aiden was somewhat stunned by the man’s brazen confession. One thing he’d come to learn about Carl, he was ever straightforward, no beating around the bush whatsoever.
Carl cleared his throat. “What was that thing you did, like you were trying to hold back my orgasm?”
Aiden leaned on his elbows, a lopsided smile crawling on his features. “It’s called edging. You liked that?”
“It was quite intense.” Carl admitted.
A short deep laugh escaped from Aiden’s throat. “So why should you be pissed if I did a phenomenal job?”
All of a sudden Carl went still, falling exceptionally quiet while his body stiffened. He remained silent and stared directly overhead, clearly avoiding Aiden’s eyes which were penetrating him as though they could see his inner man. His fucking soul.
Aiden didn’t know how to fathom the abrupt change of mood in his frenemy? “Morrison…” he tried.
“Does it mean everything I thought I knew about myself was just a… lie?”
