❝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. 25: Night’s heat
When at last they entered the hotel penthouse suite, Carl went straight for Aiden’s shirt and pealed it off. He was a little lust crazed and hard as hell.
“Give me the cock, Aiden.” He wasn’t asking, he was demanding. Men like him knew exactly what they wanted and always went for it right by the balls.
Aiden sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm his blood pressure.
This Carl who was ready to do just about anything in order to get what he wanted had him so horny. God, he needed to get a grip if he intended to be gentle with the guy at all. He licked his lips and cleared his dry throat.
“There’s no need to rush, baby,” Aiden’s voice sounded too husky, coming out deeper than he intended. “We have the whole night to enjoy each other.”
Apparently Carl wasn’t having any of that. He knelt in front of Aiden, his mouth only inches away from the man’s sizeable crotch. He nuzzled Aiden’s hard-on through those Levi’s, taking in the man’s rich musk—a sexy, and sensual scent that’s masculine in every sense. It drove Carl wild with desire. His breath came out hot as he went on to drop kisses on Aiden’s bulge, he could feel the appendage getting even harder, and twitching with palpable need. That was more than enough invitation for him.
“Looks like I’m not the only one suffering here,” Carl smirked, reaching for the zipper. “Maybe I should give you a hand.”
“Fuck,” Aiden hissed when he felt Carl’s hand stroking through his jeans, tentatively brushing against his sensitive cockhead. “Baby…”
Carl looked up, met with Aiden’s eyes. He then tugged down the man’s jeans leaving him in his black Calvins which accentuated his man bulge nicely. Carl began to lick his husband’s cock through the underwear, making love to it.
Aiden moaned when he felt his balls getting tongued proficiently through the soft material of his briefs. The whole idea of having a barrier between them was driving him utterly insane! He deeply craved skin against skin but sweet baby Jesus, this was something else alright?
The frustration of wanting his husband’s hot wet mouth directly on him… but not getting, fuck he was even harder now, pulsing profusely.
Aiden kept his eyes on the man before him. The room was getting extremely hot he thought the aircon had finally run its course but that wasn’t the case at all. His whole body was burning up and Carl’s mouth on him made his crotch throb like a motherfucker.
Carl was making sure to screw with all his senses to the point of seeing nothing else but him.
Easing Aiden’s briefs, Carl brought them down to his ankles, and kissed the length of his husband’s cock before taking him in his mouth. Aiden sighed contentedly, eyes pinched shut. His thoughts drowned on how incredible it felt… when Carl sucked him lethargically from the tip to his base.
