Page 59 of His Country

Aiden swallowed, voice hoarse. “I like suckingyourdick.”

Ethan cursed, head dropping back onto the pillow. “You can’t just say—I’m going to blow my load like a teenager, and you don’t even—” hooking his hands under Aiden’s armpits, he hauled him up to not so much kiss him as to lick his lips. Aiden reveled in their combined taste, sharing his hard work with Ethan who seemed to be teetering on a precipice.

A thigh brushed against Aiden’s dick, and he whimpered, chasing it for another touch of that delicious friction.

Ethangrowledas he shoved Aiden off him, chasing him across the bed so he could hover over him. “Flip over.”

It wasn’t a request, and a small part of Aiden wanted to say something about that, but he was too fuzzy. All of his blood was in his dick and his dick really thought they should be listening to Ethan right now.

Clumsily, he managed to twist onto his belly only for Ethan to jerk him up to his knees, chest against the quilt. Ethan’s nails raked against his skin as he pulled his boxer briefs down to his knees, too impatient to let him kick them off. He grabbed Aiden by his thighs, spreading them.

Before Aiden could ask what he was doing he felt the hot curl of breath on his ass. He yelped, trying to wriggle around, but Ethan was strong. Holding Aiden in place with an iron grip.

“Nuh-uh,” he scolded, gripping the globes of Aiden’s ass. “You don’t get to try and suck my soul out through my dick without some payback. Sit still while I open you up.”

Aiden didn’t really understand.Surely Ethan wasn’t going to?—

He shouted, jerking forward when something hot, wet, and insistent slid across his asshole. A sense of disbelief crashed over Aiden as he realized Ethan waslicking his asshole.Fingers digging into the sheets, he buried his face in his elbow. Embarrassment washed over him in waves. There was no way this was happening. Biting his lip, he tried to remind himself that he trusted Ethan. That he was a grown man who could do whatever he wanted.

Ethan hummed, the vibration rolling across nerves that had never seen the light of day, and Aiden’s brain, and all its confusion, was silenced by the overwhelming pleasure.

He’d never spent much time considering his ass, or if it was appealing or not, but Ethan certainly seemed to think so. He groped his cheeks, spreading them apart so he could lick all the way from Aiden’s balls to the furl of his hole, pressing and wriggling like he was possessed.

Aiden’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head, body shaking as he tried to process all the things he was feeling. Sensation crawled up his back. And just as he got used to Ethan’s skilled tongue teasing across the tight muscle, he licked past the rim. Pointed like a spear, he began to slowly work Aiden open. And he was so gone.

Back arching, he spread his knees as far as the elastic in his briefs would let him, cock rock hard and leaking like a faucet onto the bed. He reached for the headboard, fingers skittering along the cool metal as he searched for a hand hold.

Just when he thought he was too far gone, brain hot and fuzzy, Ethan jerked his dick. Shouting, he threw his head back, desperate for oxygen.

“You’re so wet,” Ethan said in wonder. “I thought that was just a one time thing but damn. Look at you.” He teased Aiden’s tip, slicking up his fingers. Just when Aiden leaned into the pleasure, chasing the crest that he knew would hit like a tidal wave, Ethan retreated.

Groaning in frustration, he felt the tip of Ethan’s fingers join his tongue. Aiden lost track of what was spit, his pre, tongue, or fingers. He tipped over into the fugue of pleasure, humping the air when Ethan’s fingers curled and hit that little button that made Aiden’s entire body shake.

There was a wet spot on the sheets under his face. He could barely catch his breath, the tingling in his thighs getting more intense as his body careened back and forth, getting so close only to fall short when Ethan changed course.

“Ethan, goddammit, I’m ready. Just…” he trailed off as Ethan stubbed his fingers into his prostate again, other hand trailing against the sensitive skin behind his balls.

“Just what, baby?”

Aiden wailed.“Fuckmefuckmefuckme.”

Slick fingers soothed down his sides, rubbing his flank as Ethan pressed kisses to the back of his shoulder blades and neck. “I’ve got you, you only ever had to ask. I’m going to take care of you.”

The side drawer opened and slammed shut. Aiden briefly registered the snick of a cap before he felt lube drizzled across his oversensitive hole. He shuddered, nearly collapsing, when two strong arms wrapped around him, and he felt the blunt head of Ethan’s cock press against him.

Once, Ethan saidslow is smooth, smooth is fastwhen he was working on something, and that seemed to apply to sex. He pressed until the flared head of his cock popped through Aiden’s softened rim, and then he was bottoming out in one smooth motion.

There was no hesitation in Ethan’s movements, but he could feel the tremors in those big hands splayed as he gave Aiden time to adjust.

Ethan had been so thorough in prepping him it didn’t take long. Skin buzzing, Aiden held his breath when he felt Ethan begin to shift. And that was it.

Any sense of restraint Ethan had been clinging to was gone. His thrusts were so hard that Aiden bumped up against the headboard, hips slapping so loud it echoed through the apartment. Almost as loud as Aiden himself. He didn’t have to tell Aiden to let his voice out this time. He couldn’t keep it in if he tried. Between Ethan’s cock hitting all the most delicious parts of him, his hands holding his hips still, and the words spilling from between Ethan’s lips, Aiden was lost.

With every drive Aiden’s rigid cock bounced against his stomach. So hard it hurt, he knew the simplest of touches would send him over the edge. Ethan must have read his mind or maybe Aiden muttered something about it, because he reached under him and loosely fisted his cock.

“C’mon baby, take it. Take your orgasm. You can do it.”

There was such a difference betweenwhathe said andhowhe said it that Aiden lost it. Humping his hand, a tinge of embarrassment mixed in with the overwhelming pleasure, that he finally came. So hard his vision blacked out, the pleasure swarm up from the depths and washed over him in an electric wave. Warm, sticky cum splashed against his belly as his knees gave out, face burying into the sheets and only Ethan’s grip on his hips keeping them up.