Page 27 of Perfect Storm (Toronto Thunder #1)

Levi tilted his head and kissed Aidan harder, deeper, tongue slipping into his mouth. It was a really fucking good kiss. Nothing like kissing a woman. Levi’s mouth was firmer against his own, lips thinner, more insistent, much harder to deny. Even if Aidan had wanted that, and he didn’t.

The scratch of Levi’s stubble against his skin. The breadth and strength of his body. Aidan had never been pinned down in a sexual way before, and he hadn’t thought he’d like it.

But it was lighting up a part inside him that he’d never imagined even existed before this moment.

Levi’s hands slipped down from his shoulders, coasting down his sides, tucking into the waistband of his shorts, under the fabric of his T-shirt. Aidan gasped into his mouth. He hadn’t even known someone just touching his skin could feel like that. But it did feel like that, when Levi touched him.

“Good?” Levi murmured against his mouth.

It was so fucking good, but Aidan wanted it to be even better. Aidan wanted it to be so insanely good it turned his brain off. Short-circuit it so epically he could stop thinking.

“More,” Aidan demanded. Because it was too much to say all that. Levi didn’t need to know it, anyway. Even with the way he felt now, coherency sluggish, he knew it would expose something that nobody had ever seen. Not Mo. Not Levi. Not yet, his brain whispered.

“You’re sure?” Levi asked.

Aidan no longer trusted he could answer in words. But he aligned their hips, Levi gasping at the feeling of their hard cocks brushing together and Aidan swallowing the sound into his mouth.

It felt like, off the football field, he was barely soft around Levi anymore. He didn’t just want it; he needed it. The promise from Michigan tangible in the space between them, so close to becoming actual reality that Aidan felt breathless with it.

But then Levi pulled back. “Aidan,” he said, voice rough, “I gotta know.”

Levi had always seemed so self-possessed. Back in Michigan and then when he’d showed up in Toronto. Easy and confident, flirting like it was second nature, never particularly bothered.

But he seemed bothered now—hot and bothered.

“What is it?” If Levi wanted them to stop now . . .Aidan would do it, but he’d be in his room in five seconds, hand on his cock, coming his brains out probably another five seconds after that.

He wasn’t proud of it but that was just the blunt reality of the situation.

“Do you—are you . . .” Levi shook his own head like he was desperately trying to clear it. Aidan sympathized; there wasn’t much blood—or thought—in his brain right now. “You’re sure?” he asked for the second time in the last five minutes.

Aidan realized what he was really trying to ask.

If we do this, way earlier than we promised, are you gonna be thinking about me? Or is Mo the one on your mind?

Aidan reached up, framed Levi’s face with his palms. His stubble was rough in the best way against his skin. He wanted to feel it all over. “It’s . . .it’s you, I promise.”

He hoped it was enough. Words were never his strong suit, even on his best day, and right now, he was at a serious disadvantage. But hopefully Levi understood.

Levi grinned at him, wildly, and a second later, dropped to his knees right in Aidan’s foyer, tugging at the waistband of his shorts.

“Yeah?” Levi asked, gazing up at Aidan. His pulse was rabbiting out of control, just at the way Levi looked like this.

Comfortable and easy and hot.

Aidan swallowed hard. “Yeah.”

He’d had blowjobs before. You couldn’t be a professional athlete and not have it offered ten times or a hundred times or even a thousand.

It was a surefire way to never get a girl pregnant, and Aidan had heard guys say over the years, in too many locker rooms, how a good bj could be as good as fucking.

Aidan liked them for none of those reasons. They always felt less . . .close. A good way to get off that didn’t require the kind of intimacy Aidan had never liked sharing.

But this blowjob felt radically more intimate than any other he’d ever gotten.

Levi’s face pressed to his thigh, tongue tracing the muscle there as it tensed and then he forced it to relax.

His dick was hard and leaking and twitching, so turned on he had to curl his fingers into his palms, nails digging in, so he didn’t reach down and drag Levi to where he wanted him most.

It was so tough to let Levi take his time and set his pace, but by the time Levi’s tongue wrapped around him, the blood was pounding in his ears and his mind was only one long litany of please, please please.

He wasn’t going to last. He’d wanted this too badly, and now that it was finally here, it was more overwhelming than he’d ever imagined.

Aidan wasn’t a blowjob expert, but while Levi definitely seemed experienced, it wasn’t like he was doing anything special. That didn’t matter at all. Had never mattered less. Pleasure fizzed just under his skin, like bubbles popping, and the back of his head hit the wall.

Levi hummed in approval around his cock, and Aidan couldn’t even help the noises that spilled out of his mouth.

It would be so easy to close his eyes. Let that fizzy pleasure envelop him.

But then he’d miss the fact that this felt different than every other sexual experience he’d ever had.

Because it was a guy, sure, that was part of it. But it was more than that, too. It was Levi.

And he never wanted to forget it was Levi.

Levi had worried, justifiably, if they ever ended up here—Aidan’s cock in his mouth—he’d be thinking of Mo first and Levi second.

But there was no way Aidan wasn’t thinking of him and only him.

Some guys closed their eyes. Wanted to lose themselves in the sensation. But Aidan didn’t look away. Kept his gaze on Levi and his eyes open, barely blinking.

Like he never wanted Levi to think he wasn’t one hundred percent aware of whose mouth was on his cock.

Aidan was big, more girth than length, a pleasant weight on Levi’s tongue. The act had been a turn-on forever, ever since he’d done it the first time. But it had never felt like this before, urgency rolling through his blood as he sucked harder, deeper.

“Fuck,” Aidan muttered under his breath, voice rough. “Fuck, that feels so fucking good.”

Levi’s knees ached. But his cock ached more. He was never particularly impatient to get his own, but he found he couldn’t wait. Pressed a palm against himself, groaned harder around Aidan’s cock.

He wasn’t doing anything fancy yet, spit-slick mouth meeting his hand, wrapped around the base, building up a decent rhythm, but that didn’t seem to matter. Aidan got noisier, surprise widening his eyes, like he’d never expected to like it so much. Or expected for any of those sounds to escape him.

If Levi had a brain cell to spare, he’d think it was probably both.

But between losing himself in the act and the hot wash of bliss as he ground against his hand, he wasn’t thinking at all.

“You’re so fucking hot like this,” Aidan said, his voice sounding as fucked out as if he was the one giving the blowjob. “I can’t stop looking. I wanted it so much.”

Levi hadn’t realized. He’d felt Aidan’s eyes on him, sure, but his desire hadn’t felt immediate or pressing. Except he’d been wrong. Aidan had buried it. Hid it. Wanted in silence.

But he wouldn’t be able to any longer. Levi knew what to look for now.

Knew how to take him apart.

Aidan’s hips stuttered and he groaned, low and insistent. “I want—”

“Yeah,” Levi said, guttural, breaking off. “Come on.” He pumped his hand and tried to hold off on his own orgasm so he could make sure Aidan got his.

Aidan cried out, and finally, his eyes did squeeze shut, like staring at Levi then was a step too far. Stripes of come fell across his tongue and Levi swallowed.

“Goddamn,” Aidan ground out when he was done shaking apart.

Levi was barely hanging on to his self-control. Wanting more than anything else to shove his hand, wet with spit and come, into his own shorts so he could get himself off. But if he did, he’d be stealing that first time—that first orgasm Aidan ever gave a guy—from him.

There’d be plenty of other times. They were attracted enough to each other to know that was true. But there’d never be another first.

Aidan leaned over and tugged him to his feet. He’d probably need to ice his knees after this, between practice and Aidan’s insanely hard floor, but it had been worth it.

“Fuck,” Aidan murmured and then kissed him, tongue finding Levi’s again, like he didn’t care where his mouth had just been. Levi gave him props for that. He might be new to guy-on-guy action, but he wasn’t shying away from it, either.

“I’m—” Levi didn’t even get the sentence out, though he hadn’t been entirely sure he knew how it ended.

I’m horny. I’m hot. I’m desperate for you.

Any of those would’ve worked.

But Aidan interrupted. “I got you,” he said and, without hesitation, pulled Levi over to the living room. At first Levi wasn’t sure why, and then he got it.

Aidan’s thirty-three-year-old knees wanted the cushy rug there. Because even though Levi could barely believe it, he was sinking to the floor in front of him, pulling his shorts down.

Trailing his fingers up the hard length of his cock in his boxer briefs. Rubbing in the wet spot he’d formed on the front of them.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Aidan said in a low voice. Not apologizing, just stating the bare truth.

“Kinda figured,” Levi teased. “I don’t care what you do, just do something. I’m so—”

“I got you,” Aidan said again.

And he did, pulling his underwear off and ducking his head down.

It was mostly a handjob, and a good handjob at that, Aidan’s hesitancy disappearing with each stroke. But then he tipped his head down, tongue wrapping around the head, curious and exploratory, and Levi had to muffle his groan into his arm.

“I wanna hear you,” Aidan ordered.

Really, he shouldn’t be the one giving the orders right now, but of course, it was Aidan, so that he’d still try didn’t come as a surprise.