Beautifully Complicated (Front Range University #4)

5. Aiden

Chapter five

Aiden

M y cock is buried inside Kier Caldwell.

I know I sound like a broken record with all these ah ha realizations, but tonight is so far outside the scope of what I thought was possible it’s practically im possible not to remind myself it’s really happening.

How did I even get here?

One minute I’m sitting solo at the bar, re-visiting some of life’s more consequential choices, the next I’m rolling around naked with a man I’ve admired professionally for years. A man who would meet every gay boy’s idea of Prince Charming, only sexier.

And if I want him to remember this night as fondly as I will, I can’t come already.

“Are you counting?” He breathes against my lips.

“I would be if I could remember any numbers.”

Kier chuckles beneath me, which has him squeezing my dick like a vise.

“Oh, God.” I groan, pinching my eyes shut as I try to steady my breathing. “No laughing or I won’t last.”

“We’ve both already made it longer than I thought we would.”

“Don’t say that.” Our noses brush as I try to shake my head, which I can’t really do with our foreheads pressed together. “I’m not giving in yet.”

“I’d take it as a compliment.”

“But I want to impress you.” Could I sound any whinier, Jeez?

“You’ve denied me three times already. Trust me, I’m impressed.”

“Just…” I exhale slowly. Inhale. Let it out again, holding absolutely still so I don’t increase the friction on my already oversensitive cock. “That’s better.” I sound as winded as I feel, but at least I didn’t come prematurely.

Lifting off him so I can see his face, I swivel my pelvis experimentally, gauging how deep I can go. Which angle gets me closest to his prostate. Kier’s eyes flutter shut when I bottom out, but when I roll my hips in a way that pushes my cock upward, he grates out a sultry, “Fuuuck.”

The tremor that wracks through him nearly makes my arms buckle, but now that I can anticipate his response I’m not surprised when I graze that sensitive bundle of nerves and it happens again.

“Sh-shit. That feels… Oh my God,” Kier rambles as I steadily push into him, taking the edge off my aching dick and pleasuring him in equal measure. But when I feel him start to tense, I pull back, leaving only the tip of my cock buried in his hole.

“More,” he mumbles.

“Not yet.” I couldn’t hold my hips still if I tried, but the tiny little pulses are just enough friction to keep us both primed without the risk of coming undone.

Kier writhes beneath me, seeking more of my length, so I lick at his lips, hoping to distract him long enough to stop chasing me. But the man’s mouth is heaven, soft and pillowy and pliable, and I get so lost in them I find myself buried to the hilt before I remember to breathe.

“Fuck.” I recover my senses long enough to remember it’s too soon to let my body have control. It’s a herculean effort—my cock has never felt so ready to combust—and it borders on painful not to chase the spikes of pleasure that accompany each thrust. But my desire to imprint this night on Kier’s soul is greater than my desire to come, so I hold back, giving him only a fraction of my length while I try to temper my need.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be such a tease.” Kier’s fingers ghost along my obliques, sending a wave of shivers coursing through me.

“I’m not teasing.” I steal a quick kiss since his lips are just too tempting. “I’m making this last since I’ll only get to do it once.”

If I had any blood left in my brain, I might think twice about the flash of disappointment that appears to drift across his face. But knowing it wouldn’t make any sense for him to feel that way, I dismiss it and concentrate on keeping a steady, if shallow, rhythm.

Kier, who apparently still objects, sinks his fingers into the fleshy part of my ass and tries to pull me deeper. He manages to get me nearly halfway in before I halt his progress with a smirk. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so needy.”

“I wouldn’t be if you weren’t such a tease.” He tries to pull me in again, but I evade his reach, pulling out completely and kneeling between his legs.

“I’m not teasing.” Kier’s eyelids flutter shut as I cover his sac with my palm and fondle his balls, a reaction that makes me feel prouder than it should. And has me making confessions I should keep to myself. “I want you to remember this night forever.”

His sapphire eyes snap to mine. “You really think I could forget any of this?”

I shrug a listless shoulder, the weight of his gaze suddenly too heavy for me to meet.

Great, now I’m acting like an insecure child, giving him a reason to have that complex about our age difference.

Kier sits up, inadvertently pulling out of my reach, and palms the side of my face, forcing me to meet his stare. “In case I wasn’t clear before, I don’t make a habit of taking people home with me. I’m not even sure why I did it tonight except that like you, I didn’t want it to end. You fascinate me. And if nothing else happens between us, this will still be one of the most memorable nights of my life.”

His words are hard to accept given I’m just the random guy in the bar while he’s Kier Caldwell , but the intensity in his eyes, his warm palm cradling my cheek, make me want to believe. It also makes me feel guilty as hell that I’m fully aware who he is and haven’t said anything.

Yet I can’t confess now.

It might make me a selfish asshole, but for this one night, a man whose work I deeply admire says he finds me fascinating, and I want to justify that. To be what he imagines I am, and to fully experience what it’s like to be wanted.

Closing the distance between us, I take his mouth in a kiss that—I hope—says everything I can’t.

You fascinate me too.

Thank you for making me feel seen.

For making me feel important.

For giving me a piece of you.

“Aiden,” he mumbles against my lips.

“Yes?”

“Make me come.”

Reaching for his cock, I’m shocked to find my moment of insecurity didn’t spoil the mood. In fact, he’s just as hard as he was while I was inside him, giving me a renewed desire to make this a night he won’t forget.

Kier falls back to the mattress as I gently stroke his shaft, spreading his legs in blatant invitation. I line up and push forward, vision swimming as I sink inside his tight hole. It’s a snug fit, one that engulfs my length inch by glorious inch as I press onward, our combined moans echoing in the room around us as we come fully together.

Bottoming out, I hold still save for the hand gliding over his cock. Kier shifts and flexes around me, adjusting, and a ripple of ecstasy spears along my length and up my spine. When he finally settles, I start to move.

Slowly at first, still on my knees so I can admire the view, I pump gently. The sight of my cock disappearing into his tight channel is a heady aphrodisiac, visual confirmation of the pressure I feel, which only seems to enhance the pleasure.

Kier’s head rolls from side to side as I drive into him with long, leisurely thrusts, hips occasionally straining upward to chase the hand on his cock.

I’ve never seen anything so sensual in my life.

“You’re beautiful like this,” I murmur as I watch his body writhe, feel it seeking pleasure from mine.

A hint of pink floods his cheeks. “I don’t think anyone’s ever called me beautiful before.”

“I’ve never called anyone that.” I gyrate to hit him from a new angle, reveling in the way it makes him bite his lip to contain a moan. “But there’s no other way to describe how you look right now.”

“I would’ve thought I looked debauched.” Kier’s back bowes as I pump his cock.

“That too.” I grin mischievously, giving his shaft another tug while plunging to the hilt.

“Jesus, that feels incredible.” He presses a hand to the headboard, seeking leverage to push himself against me.

“Which part? This?” I spear forward, nudging his prostate with my crown. “Or this?” I stroke his dick.

“Both.” His head thrashes back and forth as he repeats, “Both.”

“Good to know,” I mutter to myself as I brace to drive him wild, knowing it will test my own resolve.

Jaw locked, I piston my hips in rhythm with my fist so that each time I bottom out my hand hits the base of his dick. The force of my thrusts is enough to push him up the mattress, but the hand he’s got positioned on the headboard helps counter my efforts, making us slam together with reckless abandon.

“Holy…holy shit.” Kier’s chest heaves as he takes everything I have to give. “Aiden, God.”

His ramblings spur me onward, but already my thighs feel ready to give, and I have to let go of his cock and lean forward, caging him between my arms to give my hips control.

The new position allows me to push even deeper, and a subtle roll of my pelvis has me pegging his prostate. Each time my crown meets that sensitive bundle of nerves he clenches around me like he’s trying to hold me in place, the added pressure sending a jolt of rapture to my dangerously heavy balls.

“Oh God, Aiden. Leanbh. I’m gonna come.”

Once again that deliriously uttered endearment nearly makes me falter, but this time around I’m quicker to dismiss it, to bring my focus back to what I’m doing to Kier’s body that would make him lose his mind.

Drawing from reserves I didn’t know I had, I propel forward with renewed urgency, relentlessly pounding Kier’s prostate. Each thrust has me crushing his cock between us, giving it the friction it needs to topple into oblivion.

“Yes. Yes. God, Aiden. Yes.”

Hearing Kier beg for me is like a shot of adrenaline straight to my cock, which is ready to explode. To stave it off I start counting like the damn movie, praying I can delay long enough to send him over the edge first.

I’m at twenty-eight when Kier goes rigid beneath me, gripping me so hard I can’t contain the cry that rumbles up my throat.

For a brief second all I know is searing heat. The kind that makes time seem to stop, like the lag between a roller coaster reaching the top of the climb and starting to drop. Then I’m in freefall, pleasure racing through me as my balls explode with a force that renders me immobile.

Buried to the hilt, I’m not sure if the tremors I feel are coming from me or Kier. Either way, my cock is quivering inside him as I spill, filling the condom to the point I’m not sure it can contain my release.

Limbs shaking, I fall to Kier’s chest, the evidence of his orgasm spreading between us. Two strong arms envelop me, cradling me against the chest below. A pair of soft lips presses against the hair on the top of my head.

“Can you feel my heart trying to beat out of my chest?” I grimace, but it’s too late to take back the question.

“Can you feel mine?”

Going still, I’m able to hear the rhythmic thumping. “Yes.”

“I feel like I’ve run a marathon.”

“Do you do that? I know you said you’re a runner.” Pulling out, I shift to the side, so Kier isn’t bearing my full weight, but leave my head pressed against the crook of his shoulder. It’s not easy to get rid of the condom that way, but I’m afraid it won’t feel natural to lay next to him if I get up, so I don’t.

“The most I’ve ever done is a half, a long time ago.”

I toss the knotted rubber to the floor and give his nipple a playful pinch. “No more age talk.”

“That wasn’t about age, just time.” He rubs the spot I tweaked. “I haven’t run that far in years.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever run that far.”

“You look like a runner.” He drags a soothing fingertip over my arm.

“I get that a lot, but really I’m just twenty-two.”

“Now who’s talking about age?”

“That wasn’t about age, just genetics. Or metabolism. I’m still burning more calories than I can consume, same as most every twenty-two-year-old man.”

“Okay, I’ll allow it.” His fingers continue their path over my arm, a sensitive touch I could get lost in.

The whole evening is something I could get lost in, and I’m doing my damnedest not to. My heart is in a raw state right now, more susceptible to any displays of affection than it otherwise would be, so as much as I want to indulge in the fantasy that this is more than a fun night, I can’t.

“The whole no age thing is my rule.” I kiss the side of his pec since it’s so close to my lips.

“And I’m trying to honor it. But in my defense, it’s not that easy to ignore.”

“How so?”

“Well, for starters, your semi-hard cock is resting on my thigh, meanwhile my soft one is going to need at least another thirty minutes before round two.”

“We’re still doing that?” I prop myself on an elbow to look at him, stunned.

“Do you not want to?” A flicker of doubt flashes across his eyes.

“I do. I just didn’t want to assume.”

“While we’re on the subject—” Kier tenderly brushes a lock of hair off my forehead “—I don’t want to make any assumptions, but I am curious why you’re willing to let me be your first?”

Oh, God. If I have to admit he wasn’t a stranger to me he’ll remember this night for all the wrong reasons. True, it’s the fact I’m familiar with his work that inspired me to approach him, but everything since then has been about how he makes me feel, not who he is.

“Does it matter?” I ask.

He studies me thoughtfully. “I suppose not. Maybe I’m just looking for a way to explain why this is happening.”

Fuck! The man’s words could stitch my heart. It’d break all over again in the morning, but still… It’s a thoughtful question that deserves an answer. I guess I can give him a partial truth.

“I feel comfortable with you. More comfortable than I would’ve expected in such a short time. Almost like we’re old friends or something. Don’t laugh.” I bury my nose in the mattress. “I swear I’m not crazy and I’m not going to become infatuated with you or anything, I just feel like you’ll treat me with respect.”

“Aiden.” Kier’s fingertips under my chin bring my eyes to meet his. “I feel the same way.”

His soft lips meet mine, and this time I get so lost, I’m not sure I’ll find my way back to reality.