Chapter Four
Just to tease, because he could, Aiden leaned back, his palm massaging Knox’s erection through the soft denim .
“Really? I’m his favorite teacher?” He tipped his head to the side and thought. “That’s nice because…”
“Damn it, professor, you’re killing me.”
Aiden chuckled, but he was done joking. He slipped his fingers between the metal buttons and released Knox’s fly. His cock pressed forward, like it strained to reach Aiden. A thin white layer of cotton stretched across the thick shaft. He hummed, even more eager to taste. He leaned forward and took a deep breath. The clean male scent blended with the fresh perfume of fabric softener. The combination made his head spin and he couldn’t resist tasting again, sliding his tongue along the thick cock, leaving a damp trail.
Knox grunted and punched his hips forward. Aiden licked his lips, knowing Knox watched, knowing that his lover was desperate for more.
Sinking into the sensation, he opened his mouth and exhaled, letting his breath and tongue wet the cotton material. Knox felt it. Aiden recognized the subtle tightening of his thighs, the way he held himself in place. He glanced up, needing to see Knox, wanting his reaction.
The tough, macho sheriff stood, his back against the counter, his fingers curled around the marble. Teeth clenched and body braced.
Hunger welled up inside Aiden, the need to push this strong man beyond his considerable control. He tugged down the elastic waistband, freeing that lovely cock.
Aiden moaned his appreciation and dropped the rest of the way to his knees, pulling on Knox’s underwear. The thick hard cock that had fucked him so well last night sprung forward, practically begging for Aiden’s mouth. Another little moan rumbled from his throat. Knox shifted, pressing his hips forward, silently begging for Aiden to suck him.
“Soon,” Aiden murmured, letting the words tease Knox’s skin. He brushed his lips up and down the hot shaft, not really kisses, just feeling the smooth skin. He opened his mouth and trailed his tongue across the hard flesh.
Sensation overwhelmed him—the subtle flavor on his tongue, the smooth skin beneath his fingers, even the deep red color of Knox’s prick, so hard and ready to fuck.
He placed a soft kissed on the cock head, collecting the drops of pre-come on his tongue. Knox rocked his hips forward and a soft moan floated down to Aiden.
“Fuck, babe, you’re making me crazy.”
Aiden looked up, not sure if Knox was teasing or not. Knox stared down, his mouth open, his eyes burning. Aiden’s heart did a slow flip in his chest, amazed that he could push Knox so far, so fast.
A wicked smiled bent his lips and he gave another long, slow lick up the full length of Knox’s cock, savoring the tremors shaking the man’s thighs.
“Please.” The word was more command than plea but he knew Knox was at the end of his control.
Aiden opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the thick head, giving a nice strong suck. Knox’s groan resonated through the room and sank into Aiden’s core, a powerful temptation that called him to give more, do more. He pushed forward, feeling his lips stretch around the thick cock sliding into his mouth. Pleasure shimmered into his chest—a seductive combination of power and lust.
Knox rocked his hips, trying to fuck his mouth but Aiden retreated, humming a warning as he pulled back, telling Knox he was in control. At least for now. He pulled back, letting the shaft slip out of his mouth. Tension ripped through Knox’s muscles.
“Babe, please.” Strong fingers gripped the back of his head.
He might have resisted, pulled away, but the hunger in Knox’s voice echoed through his chest. He opened his mouth wide and sucked the cock head back in. Knox groaned and the fingers clutching his head tightened as if Knox was afraid Aiden would stop. No way. He pushed forward, letting the hard cock fill his mouth.
He couldn’t take all he wanted. His previous lover hadn’t been nearly this thick and he’d gotten out of practice. He tightened his lips and wrapped his fingers around the base. One long breath, filling his body with the sensual smells of brownies and lust, and he began to suck, gliding the shaft deep in his mouth, loving the way Knox filled him.
A rhythm pounded through his core and Aiden took up the beat, bobbing his head, taking a little more each time. His fingers stroked the base, working the part he couldn't fit in his mouth.
Knox groaned and shoved forward, fucking his mouth in slow, barely controlled strokes.
“Aiden, let me—”
Knox’s cock tapped the back of Aiden’s throat, asking for more, a little deeper. Aiden relaxed his throat and breathed through his nose. There was no way he could deep-throat the guy, but he could take a bit, give Knox a little more. Knox rocked forward again and Aiden swallowed, taking just the tip before pulling back.
Knox’s shout rang through the kitchen, bouncing off the bright walls.
“Oh, fuck, babe, once more. One—”
Aiden took him deep again, tightening his grip at the base, wrapping himself around Knox’s dick, giving it everything he had.
Knox drove forward, a little too much, a little too deep, but Aiden took it. Hot spurts of come filled his mouth. Aiden swallowed what he could, letting it slide down his throat. It was too much and he pulled back, the last bit dribbling down his chin to land on his shirtfront.
“Damn.” Knox’s hands slipped under Aiden’s arms and lifted him. “That was better than my imagination,” he said, kissing the edge of Aiden’s mouth. “And I’ve been thinking about that for weeks.” One hand slid down and cupped Aiden’s cock, squeezing, rubbing. “Let’s take care of—”
The sound of car doors slamming and male and female laughter floated through the window.
“Shit. Jesse’s back.”
Aiden looked down. His cock was hard and he had come on his shirt. Not good.
“Upstairs, go.” Knox smacked his ass and Aiden jumped. He ran out of the kitchen and hit the top of the stairs just as the front door opened.
“Professor!” Jesse shouted. “I picked up Tammy and she told me I needed to know what kind of olives I should get.”
Aiden stopped in the hall. “I’ll be right down. I got—” Come? “Uh, stuff on my shirt.”
He slipped into his room, shut the door, and leaned against the back, slapping his hands against the wood frame like he thought Vikings might break in. Voices rumbled downstairs. Breath pumped in and out of his lungs in rapid little pants. This sneaking around sucked.
He glanced down at his jeans. His cock had lost some of its starch. Panic did that to him. An adrenaline rush didn't make his dick hard. He preferred a slower pace.
He thought about last night. Maybe slower wasn't the right word. Maybe he just needed a different pace.
Pushing away from the door, he rushed to the bathroom and daubed his shirt with water. He hadn't exactly planned for an extended trip and didn't have anything to change into.
A tap on the door made him freeze.
“Uh, professor? My dad said you spilt sauce on your shirt and might need something else to wear. I brought you a T-shirt if you want it.”
Aiden opened the door a crack and Jesse held the shirt out.
“Tammy ran back to town to get stuff for your...stuff. We got people already here.”
“I'll be right down.”
Aiden shut the door and resumed his “Vikings attack” position. People. Here. Moments after he'd sucked off his host. He scrubbed his lips with the back of his hand and hurried back into the bathroom, brushing his teeth and changing into Jesse's shirt.
His stomach fluttered like ravenous butterflies had taken possession. It made no sense but, damn, his worst fear was that he would embarrass Knox. Or Jesse.
He must have stayed hidden out longer than he’d thought because when he got downstairs, almost a dozen people crowded the living room.
He waved though none of them seemed surprised to see him and hurried into the kitchen.
“Hey,
professor. Got some early arrivals,” Knox called out cheerfully as he pulled a pan from the oven. He didn't even close the door before shoving the next tray of snacks inside. Knox dumped the first hot treats into a basket and handed it to Aiden. “Want to take this out?”
“No.” Aiden shook his head. The introverted tendencies he suppressed while teaching reared up and he couldn't face strangers. Not now. Not when they were friends of the man he'd just sucked off. It shouldn’t have made that much of a difference, but it did. He shoved the basket back toward Knox. “You take this out. I’ll guard the kitchen.”
“Really? I don’t mind.”
“They’re your friends. I won’t watch the game anyway.”
Knox leaned in, pressing his strong body against Aiden's.
“You take care of yourself while you were upstairs?”
“What?” Aiden jumped back. “Uh, no...I...no.” Knox didn't let him retreat far.
“Too bad. I won’t be able to fuck that tight little ass until after the game.” He kissed Aiden’s neck. “But don’t worry, babe. After everyone’s gone, I’m going to have you, fuck you until you forget everything.” That thigh pulsed against his cock. Aiden met each motion, rocking, wanting. “All you’ll think about is my dick in your tight little hole, slow and deep.”
Aiden cried out but snapped his lips shut to hide the sound. The noise turned to a whimper. Knox pulled back and winked.
“But not until after the game.”
“Asshole,” Aiden muttered. Damn, his hard-on was back.
The light in Knox’s eyes practically glowed with laughter and sent the starch into Aiden’s spine.
“Go. Take care of your friends. I got this.”
“Really.”
“Yeah.” He shrugged. “I don’t like people so it’s probably best to keep me hidden in the kitchen.”
Knox lowered his head like he was prepared to protest but Aiden smiled.
“Go. I’ll make sure your people get fed.”
With a pat on the butt, he sent Knox on his way and looked around, surveying his domain. He could do this. Stay in the kitchen, organize, serve. Didn’t have to interact.
He jumped in, took over, still amazed they thought they would actually serve this much food.
But the people continued to arrive—and arrive. Aiden started to think they might not have enough.
More than half of what they’d prepared was gone by the time the game even started. Aiden kept to the kitchen. He met most of the guests eventually. They sort of wandered through, greeted him and then headed back out to the living room. He was good with that. He was fine in front of a class, but one on one, he took a little time to warm up to people and this didn’t seem like the best situation to start a meaningful conversation with someone.
Besides, he liked the kitchen. He felt useful, warming up platters, getting the next wave of treats delivered. He had a small group of teenagers who came in every few minutes to help out.
And when Knox discovered that Aiden—like so many others—just wanted to see the commercials, he began to yell “Commercial!” each time one came on. It was just enough time for Aiden to poke his head out of the door, watch and then slip back inside.
Halftime hit and the crowd rose and spread out. People invaded what he'd started to think of as “his kitchen.” Most people seemed to have heard of him—he was “Jesse’s teacher”—and he quickly became known as “professor” to just about everyone.
As the second half of the game started, the kitchen emptied out and Aiden sighed, content to be alone again.
It didn’t last long. The door swung open and Knox appeared.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“How’s it going? I don’t expect you to spend the day working in our kitchen.”
He sounded sincerely concerned. Aiden shook his head. “I’m having a great time.” And he was. He felt like part of the “in crowd” but didn't actually have to know anyone except Knox and Jesse.
“You sure you don’t want to watch the game?”
“I’m not much of a football fan.”
“I can explain the game to you if you want.” Knox delivered the offer with a wide-eyed innocence that made Aiden’s jaw ache.
“Asshole, I know how—” He never got the chance to defend his honor. Knox wrapped his hand around the back of Aiden’s neck and pulled him forward. A bit dazed by the fact he was now plastered against Knox’s chest, he didn’t protest—not that he’d been likely to in the first place—when Knox bent down and covered his mouth in a kiss.
This was no teasing caress. His tongue plunged into Aiden’s mouth, a conquering hero taking his prize. Something had Knox worked up. Probably the game. All those tight asses bent over. The violence of the game probably raised Knox’s testosterone levels. He pressed Aiden up against the counter. The ridge of Knox’s hard-on encouraged Aiden’s dick to swell. He didn’t know how long they stood there, rubbing against each other, Knox’s big hands gripping Aiden’s ass, squeezing. Reminding him of last night, filled with that thick cock. He groaned.
“Fuck, you are a noisy little thing, aren’t you?” Knox murmured against his lips, but he didn’t seem upset by that.
“Just-just…fuck, need.”
“Yeah, babe. But we got a house full of people.” He whispered the words against Aiden’s cheek, down his neck, to just below the collar of his shirt. A tiny shock of pain went through him as Knox bit down.
“Then why did you start this?” Damn, he sounded breathless. Aiden grabbed Knox’s ass and pulled him closer, not ready to lose the lovely friction against his cock. Knox pressed harder and gave him another bite. Fuck, he was going to leave a mark.
“Needed a break. Needed to taste you. Needed—”
Aiden would never know what Knox was going to say. The kitchen door swung open and they sprung apart like a broken slinky. Aiden immediately whipped around and started looking through cupboards like that was his reason all along for being in the corner. Knox turned on the sink and started washing his hands.
The voices from the other room filtered through the open door but dropped to a dull roar as the door swung shut.
“Dad, you missed a touchdown,” Jesse announced.
Knox looked up, his hands a mound of soapsuds. “Oh, damn. I’ll be right there.”
Aiden offered a tight smile to Jesse but couldn’t think of anything to say. He kept his hips facing the counter so the kid couldn’t see that he was hard. Knox seemed to be doing the same thing.
Jesse crossed his arms on his chest—a move he’d obviously learned from his father, though he didn’t look nearly as intimidating—and his lips curled down into an annoyed grimace.
“What's wrong? You guys are acting weird.”
“No. We’re fine.” Aiden added a weak shrug, but Jesse stared at his father.
“Nothing’s wrong, Jess. Just go back and watch the game.”
Jesse didn’t move. His eyes darted between them, then finally landed on his father.
“You’re hitting on my teacher, aren't you?”
Aiden could feel his cheeks heat up.
“No,” Knox answered then seemed to think better of it. “Sort of, I mean, we’re…”
“So, are you two dating or something?”
“No!” The emphatic response from both men seemed to knock Jesse back a step.
“We're...uh, we're...” Aiden looked to Knox, hoping for some help. Because he didn't lie well and he couldn't tell Knox's son the truth.
Knox stepped forward and put his hand on his son's shoulder. “We're not sure what's going on between us, if anything. It's nothing for you to worry about now. You and I can talk about it later, huh? After the game.”
Jesse nodded, the stunned look stuck on his face. The door popped open and Tammy walked in.
“Jesse, you're missing the game.”
“Oh, right.” He took the hand she offered and followed her out. “I think my dad and my teacher are dating,” he whispered.
“Cool.”
The door swung shut and Knox sighed.
“Sorry,” Aiden offered.
“Why? I'm the one who came in here for a quick feel-up.”
“Just strange.”
“He'll be fine.” Knox chuckled. “It's funny, huh, the way he assumes we’re dating.”
“It's sweet that his mind doesn't automatically go to just fucking.”
“Yeah. I'll just tell him we're friends, but neither of us is looking for a boyfriend.”
“That makes us sound like fuck buddies.”
“Would you rather it sound like a one-night stand?” Knox shrugged. “Maybe two nights? It's not like either of us wants to date the other one, right?”
A tight line ran between Aiden's shoulder blades. He didn’t expect them to be together. It was just a night of hot sex. He knew that going in.
And Knox didn't want to date him. That was fine. He never expected it. But having it put out there so bluntly was a bit hard to take. Still, there was no way he was going to let Knox be the only one who was cool with the situation.
“Right.” He shrugged. “I mean we're complete opposites, in many ways.”
Knox’s chin rose up and the edges of his lips bent down.
“Right. And we live in different towns.”
“Exactly.” The logical, reasonable explanation for why they weren't even considering anything past tonight should have eased Aiden's tension, but it just made it worse. “And I just got out of a bad relationship a year ago.” There. The perfect answer. “I’m not ready to jump into another one.”
“Bad relationship?” Knox’s voice went up a notch in tone and volume. “What makes you think it would be a bad relationship? I’m a great boyfriend.”
“Really.” Aiden didn’t even try to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. He folded his arms over his chest, the movement more instinctive than thought out. “You told me you don't bring anyone here. How can you be a good boyfriend?”
“I'm a good boyfriend, but I'm also a good father and I don't want my kid getting attached to someone who's going to move on.”
That melted Aiden's heart just a little and he looked at Knox. He probably was a good boyfriend. Protective, loyal, sexy. Clearly loved his son and knew how to make a commitment. Damn, if only they hadn't mentioned all those other reasons why they couldn't date.
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