Aiden
The ride back was quiet, the city blurred past–taillights, neon,
nothing I could be bothered to name, because my head was still a
fucking riot.
I’d watched my boy feed his cock to a goddess and swallow her whole
on stage, and yeah, my cock had sprinted to attention more times
than I could count–no lie, it had–and the roar of the crowd had hit
me like a drug. So, sure, I’d also been tempted…. I could still feel that
boy, Anthony, on his knees, sucking me like he’d been born for it, and
damn, I had to give it to him, he was good. Professional cocksucker
level good… And yet the only memory I wanted to keep was my boy
walking away from that sex goddess, who could’ve owned Noah’s
body without breaking a sweat.
God, it had taken fucking balls to do that–and his were probably blue
from days of no release–yet he had chosen me over everything else
on that stage.
Unfortunately, I figured we might’ve looked like shit in front of the club that night. The sub that couldn’t perform without his master, and the master who not only allowed it but ditched the willing,
gorgeous submissive at his feet to condone his boy’s disobedience.
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Not the impression anyone wanted to make on a first official
performance. But right then, I couldn’t have given a rat’s ass.
I’d handed Noah a choice, raw and wide open, and he’d decided. And
Jesus, that choice had hit me like oxygen. Pride so sharp it hurt-
pure, possessive, unhinged pride. The kind that could make a man
reckless.
He’d risked the sponsorship, the “normal” future… He’d risked being
laughed at, he’d risked being shamed–and he still came home to me.
The second the door shut behind us, Noah did exactly what I knew he
would–obedient to his routine, not daring to meet my eyes, he
stripped down to nothing. Skin flushed, muscles taut, cock already
half–hard. He glanced up at me at last, guilt and desperation swirling
in those eyes.
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“Sir, I’m so sorry for every-”
I didn’t let him finish. My hand shot to the back of his neck, dragging him in for a kiss that scorched us both. Hungry, unrelenting. There would be time for apologies, explanations, all the messy words he thought he owed me–but not now. Right now, I wanted nothing between us.
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“Undress me,” I ordered, already kicking off my shoes. He fumbled at
my shirt buttons while I worked my belt loose, shoving my pants
down. I backed him toward the bathroom, flicking the light on,
twisting the water tap until steam curled against the glass.
“I don’t want anyone’s scent on your body. None but mine.” My voice
was low, guttural, as my clothes hit the floor.
Noah’s chest heaved. “I don’t want anyone’s in you either, Sir,” he
hissed, stripping my shirt down my arms.
That snapped something in me. I hauled him under the spray with
me, pressing him back into my chest as the first blast of heat
cascaded over us. The water slicked down his skin, pinking it, steam
fogging the glass walls until the world outside ceased to exist.
“Better?” I muttered against his throat, teeth grazing the tendon
between neck and shoulder.
His nod was shaky, silent. But I felt his cock stiffen against my thigh.
“You think I should punish you for tonight? For walking off that
stage?” My teeth bit down, sharp enough to make him gasp.
A sound tumbled out of him–half moan, half plea.
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I hummed, slow and deliberate, the way I always did when I wanted
him squirming in anticipation. And Christ, I didn’t need to look to
know his cock was already leaking for me.
I dropped to my knees. Even after all this time, the look in his eyes
when I knelt for him–like he couldn’t believe it was real–was
enough to light me on fire. My hand wrapped around his shaft, hot
and slick, and then I swallowed him whole.
“Fuck!” His shout bounced off the tile as his hand slapped against the
wall for balance.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
