I follow behind him, unable to keep my hand off his glistening skin.
“Covey,” he murmurs as I step into the shower, pulling his back up against my chest. “What do you want?”
That’s a loaded question.You, forever.It’s the honest answer, but honest hasn’t been our thing lately. Instead, I say, “Whatever you want,schatje.”
“I want to taste you.” I groan at his words. I’ve had dreams about his mouth, seeing it wrapped around my cock.
“The shower floor is hard.” I don’t know why I’m trying to talk him out of it.
“Don’t care,” he says, sinking to his knees in front of me. It’s such a beautiful sight that I almost cry. He’s looking up at me, big green eyes, mouth open and waiting. “I want you. Please.”
“You want my cock in your mouth?”
He doesn’t answer me, instead leaning forward and sucking me down like a pro. I brace myself on the shower wall. I could lie and say it’s from my run or the heat of the water, but the lightheadedness and jelly legs are all from the way Aidan’s pleasing me.
It takes a lot of effort to keep from thrusting into hismouth. He’s got me to the back of his throat, swallowing around me before pulling off and licking my sensitive head.
My fingers comb through his wet hair, tugging gently on the ends. “Yes,” he says, popping off my cock, “use me. Get yourself off with me.”
A deep groan escapes my mouth, echoing off the bathroom walls. I do as I’m asked, thrusting my hips slowly to fuck his beautiful mouth. When he gags, I pull back a bit, but he wraps a hand around my leg, pulling me back in.
Fuck, this is going to be over quickly. I look down and catch his eye. I’ve had my fair share of blow jobs over the years, some quick and dirty, some a bit more sensual. No one has ever looked at me like that. Aidan’s eyes are full of… love.
The realization is enough to have me breaking down into tears. Not a good look in the middle of sex. It takes me a few blinks of my eyes to get rid of the tears. If Aidan saw, hopefully, he’ll think it’s from the shower. When I’m able to look at him next, he’s jacking himself off while sucking me in deeply.
That image will stick with me forever. It’s the one that finally sends me over the edge. “Coming.” I barely get the warning out before I cum down his throat. He takes everything I give him, swallowing load after load until I get too sensitive and pull away.
When my vision clears, I find him staring at me, still stroking himself slowly. “Come here,” I say. He gets up from the floor with a little bit of help, grimacing as his knees come off the hard bath floor.
He hesitates, so I pull him in for a deep kiss, tasting myself on his lips and tongue. “Aidan,” I moan against him. I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his as he strokes himself. It only takes a couple of seconds before he gasps, and I feel his hot cum against my belly.
We stand together, quietly holding one another as we letthe warm water wash over us. Only when it starts to cool do I move, getting us both cleaned up quickly so that we’re done before it turns ice cold.
“That’s not what I came over for,” he says when we’re out and wrapped in towels.
“No?” I say, raising my eyebrows.
“No, I wanted… well, I wanted to hang out. Maybe watch something if you have time.”
It’s a bit of a slow day for me, getting the morning and early afternoon off before call time at the theater. I didn’t make plans, other than a run and some good stretching, knowing I’d be tired and need some quiet time to think. Of course, now I have a grand gesture to arrange. “Yeah, I’ve got time.”
CHAPTER 24
COVEY
It feels like we’re pulling off some great caper. I don’t know how, but Aidan convinced our families to let us spend Christmas Eve alone.
Or, at least the first part of the day. I have to be at the theater in the early afternoon to get ready for the matinee. Then stick around for the evening show. When it meant avoiding spending time with my family, a part of me was relieved that I had an excuse not to be anywhere near their house.Sorry, I have to workis a good excuse that invites zero argument.
Now that it’s just the two of us, alone in his house, I desperately wish I could stay home, have a traditional Christmas Eve with Aidan, sitting around the tree and swapping stories. Or watching a movie until the early hours of the morning.
As it is, I’ll crawl into bed a little after midnight, sore andtired. Not exactly the way to ring in the holidays.At least there’s only another week, then I’ll finally get a bit of a break.
“You want some orange juice?” Aidan holds up the bottle in his hand. He’s already made himself a mimosa, which I’m eyeing with envy. I could use a little liquid courage for what I’m hoping to pull off today.
“Sure, thanks.”
I’m taking Leo’s advice and going all-in, asking Aidan if he’s interested in being my real boyfriend. No more lying or doing things for show. An all-in version where the two of us are together.No more qualifiers likefakeorpretend.
