❝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. 20: Hard place
The shower was incredibly quick, leaving both men feeling pristine inside out and none of them were laid back when it came to appreciating each other’s bodies. By the time they decided to leave the shower, the two of them were now flaunting raging erections and the need to fuck had increased a tenfold.
Inside Carl’s bedroom, Aiden dropped soft kisses on his neck from behind, pressing himself on Carl’s body as if to show him how much he wanted—needed the guy.
“Are you having second thoughts?” Aiden brushed his lips against the tiny hairs on Carl’s nape making him inhale deeply. “You’re all tensed up again.”
“I—I don’t know… I mean, this is all new to me.” Carl admitted.
“Let me make you feel good,” Aiden whispered, slowly turning so they could look directly at each other. “I’ll make sure you won’t regret it.”
Like a moth to a flame, Carl was drawn and all the misplaced nerves started to dwindle, fading into nothing but heated lust for Aiden Black. Carl’s whole body tingled with desire, the feel of Aiden’s hard frame pressed on him—strong manly arms wrapped around his waist, drawing him in felt nearly illicit. It wasn’t supposed to feel this good, but damn right it did. Everywhere Aiden touched, he left a string of exciting shivers.
If anything Carl wanted to taste those lips once more, he pulled Aiden in, eradicating the tiniest bit of space left between them and claimed his lips—maddeningly possessive until the man was kissing him back with more or less equal passion.
He could feel Aiden’s skin, radiating with so much heat. At some point Carl thought they were going to melt into each other but he decided not to focus on that contemplation for the time being. He chose to savor everything, like how Aiden tasted. How good it felt to suck on his tongue, bite softly on his full bottom lip or how mind blowing it was when the man engaged in a fair fight for domination.
“Mmm,” Aiden moaned, pulling away from Carl slowly, his breath wavering inside his throat. “You’re going to be the death of me, baby.”
“Get yourself on the bed.” Carl’s said, head feeling light from the after effects of their shared kiss. His hands remained limp on Aiden’s chest. “I want to try out some things on you.”
Aiden’s skin tickled with anticipation at the appealing idea of Carl doing things to him.
Obeying the command, Aiden arranged himself on the bed without a word, elbows propped up on the plush mattress and eyes fixed on the man in front of him.
Aiden swallowed hard as Carl’s glistening body began to hover above him. His hands caressing and discovering without any form of exigency of this world—his pecs, his hardened nipples, his cut and grooved abdominal muscles, that deep v-line that almost made Carl drool and then down to his thighs.
