Pulling up beside Aiden’s car in the drive is the first time I notice that we aren’t in it. I hadn’t felt drunk up until this point, but apparently, I'm not firing on all cylinders. “Who’s car is this?”
“My brothers.”
It's all he says before getting out of the car. I watch him as he walks up the steps and inside the front door. I take a few minutes to compose myself because I feel like a fight is brewing between us and I'm not sure why. I didn’t ask Aiden to come and get me, even if I'm utterly grateful for it, so it's not like I put him out. I sigh and get out of the car, knowing that if he's going to kick me out, I want it to be before it's too late to call someone to come and get me. That’s probably what Aiden's doing in there, packing all my shit in a bag and it will end up on the grass out front again. I should just sit here until he does all the work but instead, I get out of the car and follow him inside.
When I step inside the lights are on in the hall and Aiden is leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. The move pushes his suit jacket behind his hips and for the first time tonight I realise how sexy he looks. The waistcoat hugs his waist as though it’s painted on, making his hips look broad and strong. The whole outfit is black, and where on some people it might drain the colour from their skin, on Aiden it makes his skin look like it's glowing. Holy shit. I don’t know if I've ever seen anyone look as fucking perfect as he does now. He's not so much like a teenage boy at the moment and a lot more Nicholas Hault.
I shuffle my feet against the ground as I make my way over to where he's standing, leaning against the wall opposite him. The intense stare makes me wilt a little but it also makes my cock get hard. It’s the power in his stance, okay, it's also the fire in his eyes that makes me want to drop to my knees to worship him.
“What the fuck were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that I finally wanted to have a word with William. I hadn’t had a chance before tonight.”
He runs his tongue along the front of his teeth and I want him to open his lips so I can see movement. When his lips do part, his tongue is hidden again and I nearly moan in protest until I hear him speak.
“Are you listening, Ralph?”
My eyes meet his and I lose all thought from my head. I'm stuck in his burning stare and I don’t want to escape. I don’t even know what happens next, who moves first, but as Aiden pushes me against the wall and attacks my mouth I know I don’t care. He takes full control of the kiss, pushing his tongue between my lips and sweeps it into my mouth. I whimper when he grabs my throat in one hand, pressing me firmly against the wall and not letting me move. Fuck me.
William never understood what I wanted, what I needed, but Aiden just knows. The pressure of his hold tells me that he isn’t just doing this because he's angry, no his grip is controlling without anger. He might not have the body that most people would expect from a powerful top, but he has the attitude and control, and it’s doing delicious things to my body. He grinds his body into mine, his stomach brushing against my cock, the pressure and friction building my orgasm to dangerous levels. His erection is pressing to the top of my thigh, proving that he's as turned on as I am. His lips leave mine to brush over the skin of my jaw and down over my neck, and I get a whole body shudder as he scrapes his teeth along my tender flesh.
“Oh god, Aiden.”
He moves his mouth to the outer shell of my ear, brushing his lips against it. “Do you like that, little boy?”
I whimper at his words. Little boy. I have spent my whole life wanting someone to call me that or something similar, but no one ever took the time to notice. A few minutes and Aiden can read me like a book, cranking my gears like no one ever has before.
“I think you do. I think you want to get on your knees and have me tell you how to please me. Maybe I should force my cock in between those supple little lips of yours until you choke on it.”
I reach down and grab my cock, needing some pressure to try and stop myself from coming too soon. Every word Aiden says is like a stroke against my aching hard-on, bringing me closer and closer to release. I'm scared if he doesn’t do something soon the night will be over before he's inside me. My arse clenches at the thought of being filled after so long. It's been far too many years since I was with a man who was willing to top. My size always leads to attracting bottoms who want to be overpowered, when what I'm looking for is the opposite. I want someone to hold me down while they fuck me, to tie me up so I'm at their mercy, leaving me vulnerable and entirely theirs.
“I didn’t say you could touch yourself, so you better stop.”
I pin my hands back to the wall behind me instantly, pressing the palms against it so I'm not tempted to move.
“Good boy. Now I need some answers from you.”
I look down into Aiden’s eyes as he puts a little distance between us, wanting some form of connection with him at all times.
“Do you want this?”
I nod.
“I want to hear you, boy. Do you want this, and do you want me to be in control?”
“Yes, very much yes, Sir.”
He grips the back of my neck tightly, digging the tips of his fingers into my muscles, and pulls me closer. “If we do this I won’t stop unless you beg. I will mark you and make you scream, but I won’t stop until you orgasm harder than you ever have.”
My knees buckle and the only thing that keeps me standing is Aiden’s body, which in itself turns me on, knowing that he can use his power to pin me.
“If you agree to all this go to my room and strip, and once you are naked get on your knees on the floor. I will follow you up in a minute.”
He steps back until he's leaning against the opposite wall again, acting as though he hasn’t just lived out one of my greatest fantasies. Granted, he still looks like a fantasy come true standing there in his suit. He looks so fucking relaxed and calm when I'm struggling not to melt into the ground with lust.
I manage to pull my eyes away from him, remembering the words he said, and head to the stairs. I take them carefully since my legs aren’t working correctly and I'm sure tripping wouldn’t be the sexiest departure. God, I can't believe this is actually happening. This stranger who felt pity for me a few days ago when my ex kicked me out is now about to live out my wildest dreams for me, and I know I'm going to love every fucking minute of it. Imagining his fingers digging into my muscles, his palm stroking my skin, and his teeth marking my skin as he pounds into me from behind has my heart racing and my chest heaving.
Somehow I make it to Aiden’s room and start to strip off my clothes. It seems surreal that I'm here when barely an hour ago I was letting my alcohol courage lead me into a possible fistfight with William, and now I am stripping off so I can be submissive to Aiden. How can things change so much in such a little amount of time? I'm not sure, but as I remove my boxer shorts and place them on top of my jeans on the top of the dresser, I know I don’t care.
I take a deep breath to try and calm my breathing down, if I don’t then there is a chance that I'll pass out from hyperventilating. I want this so I just need to get myself under control. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing but that all goes to pot when I hear Aiden moving about downstairs. I drop slowly to my knees, the rough carpet tingling against the skin on my legs, and it makes my whole body feel extra sensitive.
Footsteps on the stairs alert me to Aiden’s approach but instead of making me even more anxious, it calms my erratic heartbeat. I feel calmer knowing that he's getting closer to me, that he will take care of me the way I need. He is what I need to let go, and I fully trust him with my body.
Chapter Sixteen
Aiden
I watch Ralph as he walks painfully slowly up the stairs. My heart is about to beat out of my chest, but I refuse to give in to my nerves until he's out sight. I can't fall apart while he can still see me, I need to give the illusion of knowing what the hell I'm doing. He takes the final step and turns towards my room, the light clicking on and l
ighting up the hallway.
As soon as I know he's safely in my room I double over, my hands on my knees to try and stop me from collapsing. Holy shit, that was intense. When we arrived home, I only wanted to make sure he got to his bed before going to sleep. Okay, that's a lie, I was mad as hell and I wanted him to know it. That’s why I waited in the hall for him, but what I hadn’t expected was the look of lust in his eyes. When he leaned against that wall he looked fucking delectable and I needed a taste. That’s why I kissed him, and that’s what led to the discovery of what turned Ralph on. When he let me take over the kiss, melting completely into my body, I knew that he was letting go so I could lead the way.
What I didn’t expect was for the feeling of liberation that came over me when I took the reigns. It was like I'd been waiting all my life for someone to let me take what I wanted, and I didn’t expect it from such an alpha looking guy. He is the epitome of the growly soldier so to feel him be so compliant under my hands was a rush. That’s where the words had come from. I'd been shocked when I called him boy, fully expecting him to punch me in the face for my efforts, but he melted and god it was exhilarating. As a small guy I've always had fantasies of being the Dominant partner, my choice of porn leading to the slightly darker side of the web, but I never imagined it would come true. Now I have a sexy as sin man kneeling in my bedroom and I just have to let my imagination run wild so I can please him. No pressure what so ever.
Pushing off the wall, I head towards the stairs. I have a mixture of lust and fear running through my body but the combination is making my cock harder than it’s ever been. Just knowing that Ralph is up there kneeling, waiting patiently for me to arrive. I could make him wait all night and he would still be there when I stepped foot in my room. Holy fuck. Tingles spread through my body and I reach down to grab my erection. I need to calm down and make this perfect for Ralph. He's been through so much recently that I want him to let go and find his pleasure, which means I need to focus and give him everything he needs. The last thing he needs is to have a shitty night of sex.
Stepping over the threshold into my room is like a lesson in torture. Seeing Ralph kneeling there completely naked, his cock pointing to the ceiling, makes me want to push him to the carpet and take him, but I refrain. He wants to be dominated and I'm the man he chose for that. His eyes are downcast and I take a moment just to take him in. It's not the first time I've seen him naked but it is the first time I've spent time focusing on him. He's tight and toned, his skin looking smooth and soft. I want to reach out and touch him, and I smile when I realise I can do just that. I take a single finger and run it along his shoulders as I walk around him. He jumps a little when I first connect with him, goosebumps erupting all over his body, but soon he's swaying towards me as I move.
When I'm standing in front of him again I feel a surge of power that I've never felt before and I feel like I could ask for anything I want. This gives me a thrill and makes me want to test the boundaries. How much can he take before he stops me? I've never wanted to see if I could break someone before but standing in front of Ralph I suddenly want to test his limits.
“Look at me.”
Ralph keeps his head dropped low but his eyes rise to mine.
“Unzip me.” I'm still fully dressed in my suit and it makes me feel even more dominant, especially while he's completely naked.
Ralph’s hands move slowly, shaking as they rise, until they grip my zipper and pull it down slowly. I clench my fists at my sides so I don’t reach for him. It's taking a lot more energy than I thought it would not to touch him, to put us both out of our misery. When the zipper is fully open he stops, looking up at me for further instructions. Why is that so sexy?
“Take it out.” My voice sounds thick with lust but just thinking about him touching me is driving me crazy.
He does as he's told, gripping my cock tightly in his hand and slipping it free of my underwear. The heat of his skin against me has me groaning in sheer pleasure. It's been a long time since I've had sex but nothing in all my experiences has felt like this.
“Suck it. Slowly.” I watch in fascination as his tongue flicks out and he runs it along the bottom of my cock. He takes his time working on me, teasing and nibbling before he takes me deep into his mouth. I finally give in to the need to touch him, my fingers gripping onto his short hair as much as I can. It feels so fucking good having his mouth around me, too good, and I thrust deeply twice before I pull him off. I can't do this, I need to take the edge off before I can concentrate on what he needs.
I drop down in front of him, cupping his jaw so he focuses on me. His lips are swollen and wet, and I lean forward to taste them again. His eyes are unfocused when I pull back and I swear I've never seen someone look so fucking gorgeous. Submission is a good look on Ralph and I want to see it again and again. I push that thought from my mind because I’m under no illusion that tonight is a one-time thing. “I want to give you everything you crave but I'm struggling. You're just so perfect, boy, you're driving me crazy. I want you to go and lean over the bed, arse up, and wait for me. I'm going to use your body so I can come, then I'm going to torture you until you beg for more.”
His whimper makes my cock pulse and I resist the urge to kiss him. Instead, I move back and let him follow my instructions. I stand up and slip my suit jacket from my body as I watch Ralph take the position I requested. I'm about to remove my waistcoat when he looks at me, his eyes going wide for a second before he speaks.
“Please leave it all on.”
It’s not something I thought of doing but now that he's asked me I can’t think of anything hotter than staying clothed. I nod and he turns back to face the mattress. I undo the button on my trousers and slip them and my boxers down over my hips slightly. I reach into the top drawer of my dresser and grab a condom and some lube. I spare a second to check the use by date on the condom. Yes, my sex life has been that sparse recently. When everything is safe I open it with my teeth and slip the rubber over my cock. I pop open the lube lid and drip a little onto my erection, just enough that I can stroke myself without any friction.
Walking behind Ralph, I place the lube on the outside of his leg so it will be easy for me to grab when I need it. I kneel on the bed, sitting back on my heels until I can get my mouth on the delicious man in front of me. I let my lips brush over his arse cheeks, watching in fascination as Ralph’s muscles clench at the touch. I have the sudden need to mark him and I bite him, sucking the skin until I know that he will be seeing the hickey for a few days at least. His catching breath lets me know that he likes what I'm doing, and the taste of his skin in my mouth is all I need to know I love it. “How long has it been?”
“For what? Sex or other stuff?”
“How long since you bottomed, how slow should I go?” I torture him as he tries to speak, nipping and soothing his skin with my tongue.
“I …it’s been … oh shit. Aiden … five years since I bottomed. God, do that again. But don’t go slow ... please make me feel it.”
I run my tongue over his hole and he nearly jumps off the bed. I hold him down by the hips, keeping him still as I use my tongue to relax the muscles that I want to slip past. His flavour is like heaven and I stiffen my tongue and push it into his hole, his groan making my balls tighten. God I love rimming a guy, just not that many men are into it, or at least not the ones I meet. Ralph is enjoying every second of it and I make a note to revisit this, but for now, I need to be inside him.
I grab the lube from the bed and pour a generous amount onto Ralph's hole and my cock. I use a finger to press inside his body as I kiss over his back, using my teeth to make imprints in his muscles.
“No more, I'm ready.” His words come out on a pant and as much as I wish I could spend more time prepping him, but my body is screaming for release.
I kneel up and push my cock against his tight ring of muscle, breathing once before I push forward. That gentle pop as I slide into his body has my eyes crossing in pleasure and I
ease in very slowly. Or at least that’s the plan. What happens is Ralph thrusts back and I impale him in one long stroke. We cry out simultaneously and just when I think it can’t get any better Ralph proves me wrong.
Chapter Seventeen
Ralph
It’s all too much. The taste of Aiden in my mouth, the way he's touching me, speaking to me, and the burn of the bite on my arse cheek as he pounds against it. It all adds together to make me lose my fucking mind, and I come with a roar as soon as he’s buried inside me, the pain of his entry throwing me over the edge. My mind goes blank as every part of me is focused on the jet after jet of cum that’s flooding from me. I feel like this is the first real orgasm I've ever had, the other ones dimming in comparison. I didn’t think I could experience pleasure like this, especially with no attention to my cock.
Awareness comes back to me, and I can feel my back being pressed against Aiden’s chest. The brush of the material from his suit makes me shudder, my skin still tingling from my orgasm. I don’t know when he pulled me up onto my knees, or when he wrapped his arms around me, but it makes me feel secure, like he's protecting me while I let go.
“So fucking beautiful. I've never seen anything like that before.”
Aiden’s words are spoken softly in my ear, adding to the dreamy feeling that's making me want never to wake up. I want to spend the rest of my life right where I am, with Aiden’s cock inside me and his arms wrapped around my chest. Safe and wanted.
When Aiden starts to slip from me, I panic and reach back to grab his hip. I stop his movement and release a little sigh of relief. “Don’t.”
He kisses my shoulder, and I lean my head back against him. “What do you want, boy?”
“I want you to come. Please.”
His first movements are tentative and I know he's probably worried about hurting me. I need him to realise he isn’t, so I use my hold on his hip to add pressure to his thrusts, and it doesn’t take Aiden long to get the hint. He slides into my body with more power than before, his balls crashing against me with force, and it feels like heaven.
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