❝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. 26: Harder to breathe
“Aiden…” Carl gasped when two fingers worked inside his already lubed up compliant hole as soon as the plug was out of the way. His eyes rolled back into his head when Aiden began a steady tender rhythm, sliding both fingers in and out with so much ease. “Fuck Aiden.” He moaned breathlessly while involuntarily spreading his legs wider.
Carl couldn’t prevent his hips from rising from the bed to meet up with Aiden’s fingers which were cleverly avoiding his prostate. He was now practically riding the man’s hand just to feel him touch the magic spot that made his senses explode into tiny sparks of ecstasy. That had to be too extra. He told himself to stop but miserably failed. His desperation to cum clouded his brain.
Aiden was continuously evading his swollen hub of ache and need. He couldn’t breathe…fuck it was hard to breathe when he was gasping for breath trying to understand the words that were pouring hotly into his ear. “This is the time to make me stop if you want me to.”
Don’t you dare think about it Aiden fucking Black! I swear to God I’ll kill you…
“I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself if we move past this.” Aiden said, voice deep and raspy with arousal while he was busy hunting that sensitive gland inside Carl, caressing it with his fingertips and giving it enough attention just to awaken the sex beast inside his husband. “God, you’re so gorgeous, Carl. You know that, right?”
His balls ached so bad Carl wanted this tortuous foreplay done and over with otherwise he was at the verge of self combusting. Aiden exerted slightly more pressure on that overly sensitive spot making Carl feel like someone was lighting a fire in his feet and sensing the heat slowly spread all the way up his body. It gradually moved through his torso making him shiver.
“I don’t want you to stop, Aiden. Not now.” A strangled whimper left Carl’s throat as Aiden’s warm, slick tongue swirled around his leaking cock slit, teasing him over and over again and sending him into a hot frenzy. “Shit…Aiden, please…”
“You look so sexy when you beg like that.” Aiden gazed into Carl’s amber eyes—burning with an inextinguishable blaze of passion, yet there was also something profound he couldn’t quite comprehend. Something that possessed the aptitude of turning his whole insides into useless mush, his knees to go spaghetti-like and his heart to skip a fucking beat. He leaned in and nuzzled Carl’s neck. “What do you want, baby?”
“Uhh…” Carl gasped quietly. What he wanted? How the fuck was he supposed to know when he couldn’t even think properly? “Fuck…”
Aiden stroked his prostate yet again, taunting that bundle of nerves relentlessly and bringing out a blast of sensations that felt like an out of body explosion. Carl’s head was dizzy and he had this incredible rush of nothing but pleasure. All it took was a little stroke to make his whole body lock with tension, and he shot his load everywhere.
