❝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. 33: Call out my name
Reaching out for lube on a shelf well stocked with various manscaping and shower products, Carl flipped the tube open. He squirted a generous amount in his hand and started to massage his pulsing hard cock. “What you did hurt my feelings real bad, Aiden.”
“I was going to tell you.” Aiden sounded tamed, his body aching with arousal.
Seeking more lube from the tube, Carl directed his slickened finger at Aiden’s twitching entrance. “I said don’t talk.” he spoke gruffly. Slowly, Carl began to rub tiny circles around the puckering hole, drawing heavy breaths out of his lover. “Jesus Aiden, a whole kid and you kept that information from me?”
Aiden whimpered when a finger started to probe him, gradually. “Am I allowed to speak now?” he sounded muffled against the wall.
“Don’t push me Aiden Black.” Carl dropped kisses along the skin on Aiden’s nape while he worked his finger in and out of the man’s carven. “Shit, you’re so tight.” he muttered more to himself.
“Fuck…” Aiden whispered shakily as the second finger was being introduced, sliding deeper inside of him—stretching him open. He became a hot quavering mess when Carl started bombarding his prostate without preface. “Oh shit… baby, right there!” he gasped in heavy breathless pants.
The unrestricted lewd sounds of pleasure emerging deep within Aiden’s throat were so erotic and sexy Carl thought he was going to lose his shit. “Ready for another one?” he rasped.
Remembering the no speaking rule, Aiden nodded in response.
Carl going all dom on him was making Aiden’s body respond in certain ways he never knew existed. He’d never been at the end of this dynamic. Even in his younger days, being dominated whether in the boardroom or bedroom wasn’t up for negotiation. When he felt comfortable enough to bottom—which was barely ever the case anyway—he power bottomed. Aiden was shocked at how incredibly hot this was.
He always assumed the role of a dom.
Carl, however… Carl.
He now wanted him on a whole new deeper level. Aiden wanted to surrender all control, not that Carl was in the mood of asking nicely to begin with.
“Do you have any slightest idea how sexy you look when you’re spread out for me like this?” Carl breathed against Aiden’s ear, working his digits deeper, loosening the tight ring of muscles inside. The gratifying pressure being inflicted on his nerve rich prostate caused Aiden to drop the back of his head on Carl’s shoulder. “Never been this horny since college.” he gasped at the revelation.
“You know it’s hard not to respond when you’re obviously talking to me.” Aiden let out a groan of disapproval when he felt Carl’s fingers suddenly escaping his body. He liked the feeling of being possessed like that.
