Chapter 20
They raced back to Aiden’s. Naturally, Aiden won on his faster motorcycle, but Mike wasn’t far behind. Aiden used the remote on his bike to open the gates as they sped up the drive. He shot through without stopping, Mike barreling in behind him. Aiden had already swung off his bike by the time Mike jumped out of his SUV, remembering at the last second to close the door before he walked away from it.
Aiden pulled off his mask, staring at Mike with a look so heated it singed the chilly air between them. He spun on his heel, the chains on his boots jingling, ponytail whipping behind him. Without waiting for Mike, he strode to the house. Mike jogged forward, catching up to him just as he opened the front door.
They barely made it inside before they were on each other with hungry kisses and greedy touches. Headed for the bedroom, they stumbled up the wide staircase, still kissing, falling twice before they reached the landing. Aiden’s mask was left on the third step. Mike’s glasses were abandoned on the fifth step. They were still in all of the rest of their gear when they reached the closed door to Aiden’s room.
His hands gripping slender thighs, Mike picked Aiden up. Aiden wound his arms around his neck and wrapped his legs around his waist, heels crossed at his back. Mike held him up against the bedroom door, grinding against him, chest going tight when his cock got friction rubbing between Aiden’s thighs. They remained there, frantically kissing until Aiden gripped him by the hair and tugged his head back.
“You think you’re gonna fuck me right here?” Aiden asked haughtily.
Mike’s eyes were locked on his lover’s lips—red and plump from their kisses—when he answered. “No.”
“No what?”
Another tug on his hair, this one a little sharper. Mike got the hint and dragged his gaze up from Aiden’s mouth to meet his eyes.
“No, Sir.”
“Open the door.”
Holding Aiden up with one arm, he reached down with the other to twist the doorknob. The door swung open and Mike carried him into the dark bedroom, stopping at the foot of the bed.
Aiden pressed one last lingering kiss to Mike’s lips. Then he slipped down to the floor, keeping their bodies pressed together even after he was on his feet.
Mike suddenly wanted his stiff tactical vest off in order to truly feel Aiden’s hard, tight body against his own, but he waited, hands twitching with impatience for Aiden to tell him what to do next. However, Aiden didn’t speak. Instead, he began to silently undress.
Aiden shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it on the floor. Then, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants but he didn’t take them off.
Mike devoured his lover with his eyes. Ink black hair against pale skin washed silver by the moonlight spilling into the room. His lips, lush and red from their kisses. Slim frame tight and defined with muscle. Beautiful. Mike wanted to do more than look. He wanted to touch and taste. Hopefully he would be allowed to do so soon.
Aiden crawled onto the bed, liquid latex stretching tight over his ass. Body moving in a sinuous wave, he slid down to lay on his front before rolling to his side. Looking at Mike over his shoulder, he gave his next order.
“Unzip, Michael.”
Mike obeyed, doing nothing more than what he was commanded. The metallic rasp of the zipper was loud in the quiet room as he pulled it down.
“Take out your cock. Let me see if it’s worthy of fucking me.”
Aiden sounded almost bored, which perversely made Mike even more eager to please his pretty lover with what he had. Reaching his gloved hand into the opening of his pants, Mike gripped his cock and pulled it through the slit in his briefs and out of his pants as directed. Cool air touched the heated flesh of his shaft. He stroked it once, then held it firmly, displaying the stiff length to its best advantage.
“Impressive,” Aiden said with a little sideways smile pulling at his mouth.
The single word took Mike back to that night when Aiden had given him a lap dance. Who would have thought back then that this is where they would end up?
Aiden’s golden gaze burned bright with passion as he issued another command.
“Touch it for me, Michael. I don’t think it’s all the way hard yet.”
His fist wrapped around his cock, Mike began tugging it lightly, working himself to full hardness. Heat prickled along his spine, a mix of arousal and slight embarrassment at being told what to do by the man on the bed intently watching him warming him from the inside out. His cock was now stiff and hard against his palm, but he continued stroking, shivering when he brushed a thumb over the head. Mike bit his lip to hold back a groan. He could get off like this, squeezing and stroking his cock in front of Aiden until he —.
“Stop.”
Mike stopped. He lowered his hand to his side, even as his fingers twitched to grab his cock and finish what he’d started.
“Be a good boy and get a condom and lube from the nightstand.”
Mike walked around the bed to the nightstand, his hard cock bobbing at his hips. Aiden watched him, eyes hot as they slipped from his face to his cock and back again. Opening the nightstand drawer, he took out the requested items, tossing them on the mattress when directed.
