Page 32 of Perfect Storm (Toronto Thunder #1)

“Thought about this all day,” Levi murmured, breaking the kiss to slide his lips down Aidan’s neck. The angle was tricky, but he didn’t mind, because he wasn’t going to be stupid enough to move Aidan right now.

He was perfect just like this, loose and boneless and wanting.

“All day?” Aidan had the nerve to look surprised, even as he kept shifting, like he was trying to get his hips better aligned to Levi’s.

Levi wanted that too. His cock was hard and aching in his shorts, and he didn’t just want the friction of Aidan’s body, he needed it.

“Yeah,” Levi breathed out. “Of course.”

“I thought . . .” Aidan licked his bottom lip again, and Levi didn’t just need Aidan’s body, he needed his mouth too. So many desperate cravings; so little time. “I thought it was just me.”

That was so ridiculous he had to kiss Aidan about it. Press their mouths and their dicks together and just grind it out. Make sure that Aidan would never think that kind of stupidity ever again.

He wasn’t Aidan’s, and Aidan most definitely was not his, but in this moment, it felt neither of those things were true.

“God, this feels so good. Like . . .” Aidan gasped into his mouth as Levi curled a hand around his ass, encouraging him to move harder, faster. “Best sex ever.”

It was really good. There was no question of that. Nobody was even naked, and it was great despite that. Levi wouldn’t have said it was the best sex he’d ever had though.

But a moment later, Aidan gasped into his mouth and Levi realized he’d just come in his shorts like a horny teenager who couldn’t control himself a second longer.

“Shit,” Aidan exhaled unsteadily. “I didn’t—”

“That was hot,” Levi said, before Aidan could do something stupid like apologize for liking it that much.

Aidan looked straight at him. Blue eyes hazy and pleased, lips red and swollen. He looked so good like this Levi never wanted to let him go, but if he didn’t—and didn’t get himself off soon, the desire a heavy and insistent beat in his blood—there was going to be a real mess to deal with.

“Come on,” Levi said, carefully sliding Aidan off his lap, even though the last thing he wanted was space. So he didn’t give him any. Not really. After standing up too, he reached out and took Aidan’s hand in his, tugging him in the direction of their bedrooms.

He could’ve taken them to his room. His bathroom. That would be the safest choice, but Levi was way past safe.

He knew Aidan had a gorgeous big shower with room for the two of them and plenty to spare, and he wasn’t ready for this to be over yet.

Aidan didn’t protest once as he took him in that direction, the corner of his mouth tilting up as Levi took them right into the bathroom with its enormous glass enclosure.

“Been wanting to try this,” Levi said, leaning against the counter and finally letting go of Aidan’s hand. Gestured towards the shower. “You wanna show me all the bells and whistles?”

Aidan licked his lips as he looked Levi up and down.

“Yeah,” he said, “but first . . .” He trailed off, and to Levi’s astonishment, he reached over and pulled Levi’s T-shirt off. Then went to his knees, doing the same with Levi’s shorts and briefs, until he was totally naked.

Levi’s breath caught in his throat. He hadn’t expected this. A hot, sexy shower in Aidan’s fancy facilities? Sure? Ogling the guy when ogling was not only allowed but encouraged? Absolutely.

But he hadn’t expected Aidan to drop to his knees.

“Aidan,” he exhaled sharply. “God, that’s so hot.”

Aidan shot him a look from underneath his eyelashes, singeing Levi around the edges. Making it clear that Levi wasn’t the only one enjoying this.

Aidan knew he could have his neurotic moments.

But funny, face to face with a cock for the second time in his life was not one of them.

He knew what he wanted, and with the lassitude of his own orgasm lingering, he wasn’t even anxious about this, the way he’d been last night. When he’d been worried he’d try it and not like it.

Well, he’d tried it, and the opposite had actually been true.

Shuffling a little closer, it was impossible not to feel a surge of smugness when Levi’s cock twitched, hard and curved up towards his abs.

He clearly wanted Aidan, and he wanted him despite the fact that Aidan couldn’t possibly be good at this—no matter how much he craved competence, he was also a realist.

Aidan pushed that thought, that sudden anxious worry, away and leaned in, swiping his tongue up Levi’s cock.

It was warm and the skin surprisingly soft despite its hardness. Aidan had wondered, late last night as he’d lain in bed, thinking about what they’d finally done, if he’d hallucinated how good it had been. How much he’d liked it.

But it turned out that it wasn’t a fantasy or a dream or even a misremembered echo of the truth.

Aidan groaned in the back of his throat. He liked it so much. Slipped more of it into his mouth, enjoying the weight of it against his tongue. Sucked harder and loved the way Levi’s thighs tensed under his palms.

It was like learning a new play. Figuring out what worked, and what didn’t. Untangling the necessities for success from the fancy optionals.

He took Levi too deep once, too fast, and choked a little. Levi soothed the back of his head with a soft touch, but Aidan realized he didn’t even hate that. He disliked more that he’d lost sight of quality in pursuit of enthusiasm.

“God, baby, so good,” Levi babbled above him. His hand hadn’t strayed from his hair, and he wasn’t tugging, but he was gripping firmly. Turned out that was hot too, like it was grounding both of them in this moment.

Aidan didn’t even second-guess that Levi was gassing him up. Maybe it wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever gotten, but he seemed lost to the pleasure of it anyway. Mouth caught open in a perpetual moan, making the kind of noises that Aidan was pretty sure might actually make him hard again.

“I’m—” Levi broke off, groaning. “God, I’m so close.”

Aidan knew the standard for success, but it wasn’t just the inevitable conclusion he wanted. He didn’t just want to win. This felt different.

Intimate, yes, and like it existed in a whole other category from other things he’d strived to become good at.

He wanted it not for himself. But for the man in front of him.

“Yeah,” Aidan said breathlessly, nodding as he took Levi’s cock as deeply into his mouth as he dared. Hoping the way he couldn’t help convulsively swallowing around the head would push Levi over the edge.

His fingertips dug into his scalp and a second later, with a breathless moan, Levi came down his throat, every muscle in his body shaking as Aidan coaxed him through his orgasm.

As he fell back on his heels, Aidan had only one overriding thought—besides the fact that his cock was rock hard again, just from sucking dick—that sex had never, in his thirty-three years, felt that incredible.

Had he been having the wrong kind of sex?

Or was it more like he’d been having sex with the wrong people? The wrong sex?

The thought was mind-boggling, and Aidan wasn’t ready to unpack it yet. To even consider if it was true.

Not when Levi was pulling him up from the floor, hands still in his hair, mouth meeting Aidan’s in a fiercely hungry kiss.

“Come on,” Levi murmured against his mouth. “Shower time.”

Aidan broke away for just long enough to get the water going and pull out additional towels. Thinking—and maybe for the first time in his life, hoping—that they might make a mess.

“That was so good,” Levi murmured against his sensitive column of his neck. “Can’t believe you’re real.”

It was incredible Levi said that because if Aidan was looking at this situation objectively, the only really special one here was Levi.

He’d seen what almost nobody else had. He’d witnessed the shards of Aidan’s broken heart, but he hadn’t pushed. At first had only put his arms around him, warming him up from the cold, and then he’d slowly, gradually, helped Aidan up.

Three months ago, Aidan would never have imagined he’d want to do any of this with anyone but Mo. But there was no denying he wanted Levi so bad it felt like he was going out of his mind with it.

Not just for sex. Though the sex clearly had some life-altering qualities to it.

He wanted to treat Levi right. As a friend, but also .

. .well, whatever they were. He’d taken him to Moretti’s because he wanted to share with Levi the good parts of Toronto.

The little niches of good things and good people he’d found.

Of course, then they’d come back to the condo and he’d sort of freaked out.

That had been, for all intents and purposes, a date, and Aidan didn’t even date women.

He didn’t know how to date men. And he definitely didn’t know how to date Levi.

But is that true? Seems like you’re doing just fine. That was Levi’s voice in his head, calm and funny and poking holes right where he needed his bad assumptions deflated the most.

“You’re thinking hard here,” Levi said, his fingers still loosely tangled in Aidan’s hair. He tugged his head around so Aidan could meet his eyes.

“A little, yeah,” Aidan admitted. “But not overthinking. I promise.”

He’d done that before. But Levi had pushed him right out of it, easy as breathing.

Kind of like he did, right now, tangling their fingers together and tugging him into the shower.

The shower had been one of his few indulgences when he’d had the condo remodeled a few years back.

The contractor had given him a knowing grin when he’d talked about how big he wanted it.

Like he’d be packing the girls in, two or three or four at a time.

But it had never been about that. Sometimes Toronto—his condo—his life—felt so small. He’d wanted room to breathe.

And even though he hadn’t known it at the time, turned out he’d also wanted room for him and Levi in here together.

“Well, if you do,” Levi said, tipping his head back into the waterfall spray, “just say the word, bro, and I’ll pull you right back out.”