Everything He Wants

by Sarah Hadley Brook

  “What else do you like, Marc? Tell me how I can make you feel good.”

  Oh, hell no. No fucking way would Marc tell Aiden what he needed, and yet, he craved it more than anything else. The earlier order from Aiden had sent Marc hurrying inside the cabin, which should have given the man a hint as to what he liked already.

  “Let me take care of you,” Aiden whispered. “Trust me. God, there is something about you that makes me want to make you feel good. Feel incredible. I want to take care of you.”

  Marc’s heart stuttered and he swallowed hard. “You like…taking care…of a man?”

  Aiden’s eyes flashed again. He effortlessly carried Marc across the living room and through an open door. Marc saw the bed out of the corner of his eye, but his gaze remained firmly on Aiden, waiting anxiously for an answer. Was it strange that he felt an underlying connection between them, even though they’d met just a week earlier?

  “I do, Marc. I also like being in control. I’m not into serious BDSM, though. Not really.” His lips curved into a sly smile. “Not that I don’t mind handing out a few spankings,” he added, his voice husky.

  Marc’s cock throbbed at the word “control.” He loved an alpha man in control. “I’m not into serious Dom/Sub play either.” He watched Aiden’s face for any disappointment, and felt relieved when he didn’t see any.

  “Me, either.” Aiden sat on the bed, settling Marc on his lap and sliding the jacket from Marc’s shoulders. He tossed it on the chair in the corner.

  Marc gasped as his hands trailed down Aiden’s arms, admiring the many tattoos. He traced the barbed wire wrapping around his forearm and licked his lips. He loved muscular forearms. And tattoos? Made him practically swoon.

  “You like my tats?”

  He nodded, his cheeks heating. “They’re incredibly sexy.”

  “Do you have any?”

  “I’ve thought about doing it, but no…never had the courage.”

  Aiden shook his head, his eyes dark. “You’re too beautiful. Tats would mar your perfection.”

  Marc gaped at that. No man had ever said anything that sweet to him.

  Aiden kissed his cheek, and Marc grabbed Aiden’s shoulders and let his head fall back, giving the man access to his neck. He was so hard he thought he could come from just being in Aiden’s arms.

  When Aiden cupped Marc’s head, pulling him forward and their lips met again, Marc moaned and rolled his hips. Aiden growled into his mouth, then tugged Marc’s shirt over his head, throwing it to the ground. He ran his fingers across Marc’s pale chest, lightly tweaking his nipples. They pebbled immediately.

  Marc shivered, pleasure skittering across his skin. He always felt shy around men. Well, not all the time. He was great at dancing, flirting, getting hot and heavy in a car, going down on a guy in the club. Swimming was different, too, because he was too into having fun. Confidence was never a problem for him until he was naked in front of a man. Then, all the bullying he’d endured as a child—before he’d decided to tell ‘em all to go fuck themselves—came back to haunt him.

  Once he’d finally decided to live his own life and ignore the haters, he hadn’t held back. But those old feelings rushed to the fore whenever he was naked with another man in a bedroom or another intimate setting. He could never believe someone would find him sexy. He was pale and petite. Sometimes, like now, he was even a little underweight. When he studied himself in a mirror, he thought he looked like a teenager, not a nearly thirty-year-old adult.

  Aiden nipped his shoulder and Marc whimpered, forgetting his insecurities for the moment. The heat of Aiden’s mouth overpowered him. He leaned his head to the side as Aiden licked a hot stripe up his neck. Marc ran his hands over Aiden’s shoulders and down his muscled arms.

  “Fuck,” he murmured. “You’re so sexy.”

  Aiden pulled him closer so Marc could feel his cock through their pants. Fuck, he wanted to get those off. He kissed Aiden, drawn to him like a bee to honey. His lips parted and Aiden’s tongue swept in, taking control again, their tongues rubbing together. His blood heated and his hands raked Aiden’s back as Marc grinded his ass against him.

  He pulled at Aiden’s shirt, tugging. “Off,” he begged.

  The man moved like lightning, his shirt on the floor next to Marc’s in an instant. Marc gasped as he traced the hard pecs covered in swirls of dark brown hair, felt the solid muscles, the dip of his abs. A tattoo swirled around his left pec and Marc wanted to lick it all. Marc’s hands heated as he followed the thick treasure trail disappearing into Aiden’s jeans. Marc had a thing for hair.

  “Take my pants off,” Aiden growled.

  Shit. Marc slid off Aiden’s lap and down to the floor, landing on his knees, rubbing his hands along Aiden’s denim-encased thighs.

  “God, are you built out of marble?” he murmured. Light spilled in from the living room, illuminating Aiden’s face, and a lump formed in Marc’s throat at the intense way Aiden watched him. Like he wanted him. Like he thought Marc was sexy. His belly flipped and his chest tightened as he placed a soft kiss on Aiden’s belly.

  Aiden groaned.

  Marc bit back a smile and pulled off the man’s shoes and socks, then unbuttoned and unzipped Aiden’s pants. Warmth and electricity spread through him, filling him everywhere, providing a feeling of being in the right place at the absolute right time, and with the right person. He gestured for Aiden to stand and the man did, allowing Marc to drag the pants down his legs. As he did, he toed off his own shoes and kicked them away.

  Holy fuck, Aiden’s legs were hairy. He stepped out of the pants while Marc glimpsed a hard bulge in his briefs.

  Aiden lifted Marc from the floor and kissed him, soft, but firm. Their bare chests pressed together. Marc shifted, enjoying the way Aiden’s chest hair crinkled against his own silky skin.

  “You’re overdressed,” Aiden said, pushing Marc onto the bed. Nimble fingers had his pants off in seconds, shocking Marc. When Aiden reached for Marc’s boxer briefs, however, he grabbed the man’s wrist, his insecurities taking hold again.

  Marc panicked. What was he supposed to say? His dick was on the shorter side and he was less than eager to reveal it and be teased. It had happened before.

  “Do you want me to stop?” Aiden asked.

  “I…” Marc swallowed around the lump in his throat. This was why he preferred going down on a guy. He’d learned different tricks over the years to hide himself from men, but here…Aiden was looking right at him. Like he wanted to devour him. He shook his head and looked away.

  “Hey,” Aiden whispered, “we don’t have to go any farther. If you want me to stop, just say so.”

  But Marc didn’t want him to stop. “No.”

  Aiden watched him for a moment, as if to gauge his truthfulness. Marc smiled, and Aiden finally pulled off the briefs. Marc’s hard cock slapped against his skin.

  Aiden inhaled sharply and smiled. “You’re beautiful.” He stripped off his own boxers.

  Marc gaped, his eyes on Aiden’s large dick. The mushroom head appeared almost purple and liquid beaded at the slit. Heavy balls hung between thick thighs, making his mouth water. “Fuck,”

  Eager to taste him, he sat up and licked the tip.

  Aiden hissed. “Oh, God.”

  Marc licked again and rolled the man’s balls in his hand. They felt hot. Heavy. And he couldn’t wait to taste those either. His lips wrapped around the tip and he slid Aiden into his wet heat, his senses on overdrive. The musky scent, the taste of Aiden’s skin, the feel of his balls overwhelmed Marc and he sucked him down. Swallowed when he hit the back of his throat, sliding him deeper. He knew he was good at giving head, but this felt different. This experience was much more intense. Marc felt a connection to Aiden beyond just sex.

  Aiden grabbed his head and stilled him. “Shit, you’re going to make me come too quickly.” He trembled under Marc’s hands.

  Aiden pulled out with a pop and sat on the bed next to him, nuzzled his neck. Marc cl
imbed onto his lap, straddling him so their cocks slid together. Marc hissed at the contact, every nerve in his cock on fire, his balls tingling. Skin-to-skin, nothing between them, they kissed.

  Aiden pulled Marc against him. Marc inhaled his scent, then licked Aiden’s neck, kissing the pulse point.

  “What do you want?” Aiden asked again.

  Marc shivered. He knew what he wanted.

  Aiden lay on the bed, tugging Marc along with him, until his head lay on the pillow. Marc remained on top of him, their noses brushing, loving the way Aiden held him.

  Marc trembled. The electricity in the room practically crackled. He was open to pretty much anything, but he hadn’t had sex in so long. He’d stopped chasing the “daddy” vision he’d wanted, yet here was the perfect embodiment of that very fantasy. Did Aiden really mean it when he said he wanted to give him what he wanted? He took a leap.

  “You’re so sexy…Daddy,” he whispered, then held his breath.

  Aiden’s eyes flashed. He rolled Marc onto his back and braced himself on his elbows on either side of him. He nudged apart Marc’s thighs with one of his. “Spread your legs.”

  Marc’s eyes widened and he obeyed, eager to see where Aiden would take this.

  “That’s good,” he said.

  Marc’s eyes fluttered shut at the take-charge tone in Aiden’s voice, and his cock throbbed.

  “Oh, I see you like obeying me, huh?” Aiden asked, his voice husky. He slid to the side and wrapped his hand around Marc’s dick.

  “Shit,” Marc hissed at the sensation of being enveloped in the big, strong hand. “God, that feels…so good.”

  Aiden removed his hand.

  Marc’s eyelids flew open. “Please don’t stop.”

  “Answer me. Do you like obeying me, baby?”

  Baby. Electric jolts of desire danced through his body. He’d never cared to be called that before, but hearing it from Aiden’s lips intoxicated him. “Yes,” he answered, his heart racing.

  Aiden’s hand returned to Marc’s cock. His thumb swiped over the slit, then he used the liquid to lube his hand. He stroked firmly, sending currents of lust directly to Marc’s balls.

  But Aiden let go and covered Marc’s body with his again, kissing him. Their hips rolled against each other, the heat building, consuming Marc until he tore his mouth from Aiden’s.

  “Fuck! I need you inside of me. Please fuck me, Daddy,” he begged, all restraint gone.

  Aiden rolled over, yanked open his nightstand drawer, and grabbed supplies. He ripped open a foil pack before Marc took it from him.

  “Let me,” he murmured, straddling the hot man in bed with him. He rolled the condom down Aiden’s cock, and the man shuddered. Marc looked at him and asked, “How do you want me?”

  Aiden kissed him. “I want to see your face,” he replied, and pushed Marc onto his back.

  Marc spread his legs again, wider this time, eager for Aiden to take him. Aiden scooted down, bringing his face level with Marc’s cock. He licked it.

  Marc thrust up hard. “Fuck,” he cried.

  Aiden licked his balls, then sucked them in one at a time, slowly, gently rolling them in his mouth. Marc couldn’t keep still. The wet heat was incredible, and pleasure rolled through him.

  When he heard the click of the lube bottle, he pulled his knees toward his chest, giving Aiden room. His nervousness from earlier had disappeared. He wanted only to feel Aiden inside him, taking him, pounding him.

  Aiden spread Marc’s cheeks and rubbed the opening with his slick finger. Marc opened up, feeling Aiden’s finger slide in a bit. It wasn’t painful, but he knew he would feel that burn soon. Knowing the burn would turn to pleasure helped him through it.

  “So tight, baby,” Aiden said. “So goddamn tight and hot. I can’t wait to slide balls-deep into you.”

  Marc trembled. “Oh, God. I want you. In me.”

  Aiden slid his finger in and out several times before adding a second. “I think I need to hear you beg Daddy, Marc.”

  Marc loved begging, another one of his kinks. “Please. Please, Daddy,” he whispered, then moaned when Aiden started finger-fucking him. It felt so damn good. Aiden brushed against that spot and Marc cried out, nearly vibrating with pleasure. Aiden kept up the assault, and in just a couple of minutes, Marc pleaded to get fucked. “God, please.”

  “Please what?”

  Marc’s heart stuttered. “Please fuck me, Daddy.”

  Aiden pulled out his fingers, wiped them on the sheet, then covered his sheathed dick with lube and rubbed more on Marc’s hole. Marc’s legs fell to the sides as they locked gazes. It was probably seconds, but it felt like forever, like Aiden probed the very core of him. And he wasn’t scared. Wasn’t disgusted. Aiden wanted him and there was nothing holding him back now.

  Marc bit his bottom lip and tried to calm his racing heart from the powerful, heated look in Aiden’s eyes. Aiden lined up his dick, then grabbed Marc by the back of his thighs and pushed them toward Marc’s chest. Marc felt like he was on display, and for the first time in his life, he loved it. Loved the way Aiden watched him. Raked his gaze over him.

  Marc groaned as Aiden pushed in hard, breaking through the tight ring of muscle.

  “Shit, you’re so tight. You feel so good,” Aiden panted as he slid in more, and suddenly, deep, his balls slapping against Marc’s ass.

  The burn tore through him, and even though he’d expected it, the sensation took his breath away. Aiden stilled, bracing himself on his hands on either side of Marc’s shoulders.

  “It’ll be okay,” Aiden ground out, clearly using all his willpower to not move and allow Marc to get used to him.

  Finally, Marc wrapped his legs around Aiden’s waist, locking his ankles together. He tilted his hips and felt the first zing of ecstasy.

  “Move. Please,” he panted. “Fuck me.”

  Aiden gave him a hot, open-mouthed kiss while he drew almost all the way out before gently entering again. But Marc needed more. So on Aiden’s next thrust, Marc cupped his lover’s firm, round ass. “Harder.”

  Aiden began pounding his ass, changing the angle to rub against Marc’s prostate. Marc cried out, all inhibitions lost in passion, as Aiden grunted with each thrust.

  “God, yes. Fuck me, Daddy.”

  “You’re so hot. Say it again.”

  Marc knew exactly what he wanted and it thrilled him that Aiden got off on it, too. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard. Like you want. Take my ass and make it yours.” His balls pulled up as tingles ran down his spine and into his dick.

  “Jack yourself,” Aiden ordered.

  Marc began pumping his cock into his fist. Bliss ripped through him. “Yes, Daddy! Fuck. Fuck.”

  Aiden’s hips stuttered and Marc felt the extra heat deep inside him even as he rode the wave of his own release, his cock erupting and painting his stomach.

  Aiden’s head fell forward, landing next to Marc’s on the pillow. Their chests heaved as they held each other, falling back to reality together. Marc welcomed the weight of him, and when Aiden moved to slide out, Marc whispered, “No, please. Not yet.”

  Aiden placed a soft kiss on Marc’s cheek. “You were incredible. Such a good boy.”

  And there it was. Marc’s heart skipped a beat and his breath caught in his throat. He didn’t care why it turned him on, but those words sent him over the edge. His eyes nearly teared up and he rubbed his cheek against Aiden’s, relishing the moment. The light stubble, the heat, the sweat dripping from their skin, the sticky mess between them. The smell of sex enveloped them. It felt all so perfect.

  Aiden looked into his eyes and Marc’s heart tumbled. He barely knew this man, yet visions of his future ran through his mind, and in every moment, there was Aiden.

  He knew they needed to move and finally nodded, letting Aiden know he could slide out. The man pulled out carefully, then removed the full condom. He tied it off and tossed it into the trash before he got up and left the room. Marc heard water running. T
hen the the living room light flipped off, but a sliver of moonlight allowed him to see Aiden return.

  He sat on the edge of the bed and gently wiped off Marc’s torso and cock with a wet towel. Marc’s skin buzzed with warmth. He felt cherished.

  Aiden dropped the towel and climbed into bed, pulling the blankets over them and tugging Marc into his arms. “Stay tonight?”

  Marc answered by snuggling against him and resting his head on Aiden’s arm. The sex had wiped him out and he fought to stay awake, but he was pretty sure he heard Aiden whispering into his ear just before he drifted to sleep.

  “You could stay forever, Marc.”

  Chapter 8

  Marc

  When Marc opened his eyes, it took him a moment to remember where he was and who was wrapped around him, holding him tightly to his chest. The moonlight had disappeared and the room was shrouded in darkness.

  He could hear the sounds of the lake—the cicadas, the crickets, even an owl. He heard a dock clinking as the water swirled around it, and he wondered if a boat had just raced by. He glanced at the old-style alarm clock with large red numbers: 4:15 A.M.

  His bladder pleaded with him to relieve the pressure, so he carefully slid out of Aiden’s arms and padded out of the room and found the bathroom. He did his business and washed his hands. A glance into the mirror showed his hair sticking up all over the place. He tried to smooth it down, but knew it was a lost cause and gave up.

  It wasn’t until he walked through the living room that panic set in. His chest tightened and he froze. What the hell was he doing? He’d stayed out of the dating game for six months to get himself together, yet here he was, resorting to old habits. A sexual encounter with a practical stranger, then falling for him. Then he’d get dumped. Usually the next day.

  But this felt different. He’d never stayed the night at a man’s place. He’d never felt this comfortable with a man, especially after having sex.

  God, that man knew how to fuck, no doubt about that. And even though Aiden had asked him to stay, Marc wondered if he’d really meant it. His stomach dropped. He had to get the hell out of here. It didn’t matter that he thought Aiden had said something about staying forever. That was just post-sex haze talking and he’d probably be irritated that Marc was still here this morning.