Beautifully Complicated (Front Range University #4)

6. Kier

Chapter six

Kier

T his man. How can he make me want to hold him protectively and be held down so he can devour me.

Side by side, our lips graze together slowly as my mind races with a tangle of thoughts, all of them pointing to one definitive conclusion.

There’s something special about the young man beside me.

I know I’m not supposed to dwell on his age, so I’ll keep this thought to myself, but I’m in awe of his confidence, particularly in bed. The things he just did to me… The way he made my body sing…

I’ve had lovers twice his age that weren’t nearly as attentive or attuned to me as he was, and that makes him the sexiest man I’ve ever been with. Yet there’s no ego to accompany his self-assurance. If anything, I think he’s more vulnerable than he lets on.

That came through, briefly, when he seemed worried I might forget this night. Him . It was there and gone rather quickly, but if left me with the distinct impression something happened to him to make him doubt himself, and for whatever reason that makes him think he’s not worth remembering.

But he is, and now it’s my turn to show him that.

The sweet, tender press of his lips on mine has my sated cock filling far sooner than expected, and while I’m eager to experience this next first for both of us, I’m also sort of content to stay just like this, sharing gentle kisses.

I can’t even remember the last time I was in this position. High school? College? Back when I was innocent enough to find pleasure in kissing alone, and before I realized fucking could have meaning.

That sounds backward, even to my own jaded mind, but unfortunately, it’s true. I got to college, where it was far easier to find men like me, and had sex as often as I had meals.

That’s not as big an exaggeration as I wish it was.

My dick was in heaven. I was too, for a time. But after a while those encounters left me feeling empty, and I realized I’d prefer to have infrequent but meaningful sex as opposed to regular, emotionless sex. Not that I’ve had a lot of emotion-fueled sex, I just think I might prefer it.

That would seem to put me in a demisexual category, but I think it’s simpler than that. My work is the most fulfilling thing in my life, and if something or someone can’t excite me the same way, I’d prefer work.

Over the years there have been a few people that piqued my interest on a physical and intellectual level, and we’d end up in bed. But until tonight, no one’s ticked the emotional box the way Aiden has. Made me feel like my words are cherished, or that I’m breathing life into their body with a simple kiss.

Aiden’s lips part beneath mine, and I accept the invitation, tasting hints of whiskey, and cedar, and…me on his tongue.

An inexplicably possessive growl rumbles up my throat. “It’s been a long time since I’ve tasted myself on another man.” I kiss along his jaw, down his neck, before going back to his lips, murmuring, “I like it.”

“I can tell.” He notches forward, rubbing our firm cocks together and sending a bolt of heat straight to my balls. “But I thought you said you’re too old to be ready again so quickly.”

“You’re breaking your rule, talking about age.” I push him to his back, trailing my lips down to a nipple so I can have a turn to see what makes him beg.

“Only because it’s important for you to know it’s not that big a deal. Not to me.”

“Hmm.” I hum as I give the pink flesh a little love bite, which has him arching his chest into my mouth with a shout.

“Holy shit! Do that again.”

I oblige, licking the abused nub as Aiden gasps for breath, wide eyes registering surprise.

“You seem just as shocked as I was that this is a sensitive spot.” I flick the tip of my tongue over the pointed bud, watching his eyes fall shut in surrender.

“I am. A…friend gave me the idea, but I haven’t tried it until now. Or had anyone try it with me.”

“You have a friend that gives you tips about sex?”

Aiden’s eyes snap open, and if I thought he blushed easily before, it’s got nothing on how fast he turns red now. “More like the walls are thin and I sometimes can’t get the earbuds in fast enough to avoid picking up a few things.”

God, he’s priceless.

“Learn anything else from your neighbors we should try?” His breath hitches as I suck his nipple into my mouth.

“No. Nothing.”

The forced calm in his voice could be from what I’m doing with my tongue, although I get the distinct feeling it’s not. I’m about to ask a follow-up question when his fingers tunnel into my hair, massaging my scalp as he holds my mouth to his chest.

“That really does feel amazing. All the way in my balls, just like you said.”

Since he brought them up, I slide my hand down his torso, letting my fingertips ghost over his trim waist, his strong quad, his inner thigh. When they reach his sac, I cradle it in my palm.

“Oh, now that’s—" His breath hitches as I knead him languidly “—that’s really incredible. It feels… Holy shit.”

Smiling to myself, I resume my exploration of his nipples while toying with his balls, plumping and tugging and rolling them around my fingers as his soft, erotic moans fill the room.

“These seem like another sensitive area.” I tease my lips along his neck as my hand works his sac. “Are there others I should know about?”

“I’m pretty sure anywhere you touch me will have the same effect.”

“Should we test that?” I nuzzle the base of his ear, and his whole body trembles.

“You’re having way too much fun with your turn.” Aiden’s voice is strained, like he’s fighting to keep his composure though I’ve barely touched him.

So responsive.

“Yes, I am.” Giving his balls some relief, I reach for his cock instead.

Aiden’s hips buck off the mattress with an audible inhale, settling when I treat him to long, leisurely strokes.

Glancing down his gorgeous body, I note how his legs seem to fall to the side, giving me greater access. I’m not sure he’s conscious of it, but either way, it’s a sign he likes my touch, and that has me determined to pleasure him as much as he did me.

“So hard,” I whisper as I fondle him. “So full. See how well you fit in my hand?”

“Mmm,” Aiden hums dreamily, making me realize I said that aloud. I’m briefly embarrassed by the admission but relax when it appears he agrees. Besides, it’s true. His cock in my hand, in my ass, body next to mine… Any way you look at it, we do seem to fit well together.

“I like this.” Aiden’s soft voice halts my wayward thoughts.

“This?”

“Laying here while you touch me.” It’s not just his face that flushes pink, but his whole chest.

It takes a moment for his words to register, and when they do, they offend me on his behalf. “You’re always the giver?”

He nods almost imperceptibly.

“Not tonight.”

Knowing he’s never been adored the way he should be, I take my time exploring every inch of his sweet body. Releasing his dick—for now—I rub my hand over his flat chest, intermittently circling or pinching a nipple, but mostly just caressing his smooth skin. Waking the nerves beneath the surface.

Aiden seems to drift into a contented state, the hint of a smile playing on his lips, a soft hum punctuating the occasional sigh.

My hand drifts lower, mapping the taut muscles of his abs, swirling around his belly button. He sucks in a breath when I near his hip bones, a ticklish spot, but since this is supposed to be a sensual exercise, I don’t dawdle there. I just let my hand lazily roam over his creamy skin, indulging myself as much as him.

Though there’s nothing inherently sexual about my touch, Aiden’s cock is a steel rod pointing to the sky between his legs, and while there’s so much of him to admire, my gaze keeps drifting back to it.

Slightly paler than the rest of him, its girth is impressive, its length slightly above average. I’m tempted to take it in my grip, to feel the stiffness of it in my hand as I stroke it. Yet I don’t want to rush, so I trail my fingertips along his thighs, watching it twitch as if to say, me next .

I’ll get there soon enough.

Fingers roving languorously, I take advantage of his relaxed state to pepper kisses over his silky skin. Over his pecs, down his torso, at the base of his cock. There’s no rhyme or reason to my exploration, although there is an ulterior motive. To discover every sensitive spot I can. And when Aiden seems to tense, I know I’ve found one, so I pay it special attention, adding my tongue to the kiss.

If I thought he looked angelic before, he’s downright ethereal now; long black lashes brushing the top of his cheeks, full lips parted slightly, subtle—almost imperceptible—undulations as my mouth dances over his skin.

Beautiful .

His cock is slightly flushed now, the urge to hold it too great to ignore. So, I take it in hand, pumping it with exaggerated care as his fingers flex against the sheets.

“Kier,” he whispers breathlessly.

“Yes?”

“More.”

“Flip over,” I murmur next to his ear.

His plump lip turns down in a pout that nearly has me relenting, but there’s so much more of him to explore.

“It’ll feel good. I promise.” I kiss the corner of his mouth, give his shaft a firm stroke, and help him roll to his stomach.

Aiden’s back is just as beautiful as his front. Lean. Smooth. Sinewy. Sitting on the back of his thighs, I run my hands over his shoulders, along his spine, admiring how his shoulders taper to his waist.

The back is one area I’d never really considered erogenous, but the subtle way Aiden squirms under my touch has me thinking twice. I’m pretty sure he’s rubbing his dick into the bed, which I find insanely hot.

I’d intended to begin my exploration much lower, but I’m curious what sort of anticipation I can build before getting to that point. So, I let my fingers draw random lines over his velvety skin, dropping kisses everywhere my touch makes him whimper.

When Aiden’s hips move with more purpose, I move my focus lower, cupping his lush cheeks. He moans carnally as I work those globes, pulling them slightly apart, and for reasons I can’t explain that gives me the urge to explore them with my mouth.

I’ve never kissed anyone here before, and once my lips meet his skin, I wonder why that is. Not only is it silky soft, it pulls the most erotic groan from deep in his chest. One that causes his whole body to vibrate. So, I do it again. And again. Even daring to lick a stripe up the center of his crack, which makes him cry out in surprise.

“Holy shit,” he pants.

“Good?” I press the tip of my forefinger against his little star, not enough to breach it, just to gauge his reaction.

“Hell, yes.” He pushes his ass up, increasing the pressure on his virgin hole, and I relax considerably with the confirmation that he really does want this.

Gently circling that spot, I feather kisses at the base of his spine, loving the way it makes him arch closer to me, seeking more. He’s so responsive, and even though I have no right to think it, a significant part of me hopes that’s less because of how his body is made and more because of me .

“I didn’t know that could feel so good,” Aiden mumbles into the mattress.

“It gets better.” I reach for the lube, squirting a healthy drop onto my fingers. “But it might be a little uncomfortable before it does.”

“I know. I’m ready.”

Pausing to warm the liquid between my fingers, I admire the curves on display before me. His ass is magnificently round. Plush. As a bottom, that’s not usually something I notice about my partners, but on Aiden, it’s hard to look away.

Parting his cheeks, I press the tip of a single finger against his rim. That little pucker clenches as if trying to ask for more, and my dick gives its own little twitch in response. “Remember to breathe,” I say as I press forward.

Ignoring my own advice, I hold the air in my lungs as my finger sinks into Aiden’s hole. The resistance is more intense than I expected, squeezing the digit to the point I briefly wonder if it’s possible to cut off circulation. But the slickness of the lube renders that a moot point.

“Fuck,” Aiden grunts when I stop at the first knuckle.

“Okay Leanbh?” The Irish name for baby rolls off my tongue so easily I suspect it’s not the first time I’ve used it tonight, which oddly enough doesn’t set off a panic. I’m sure I’ll overthink it later, but right now, if it calms him, I’ll say it.

“Yeah.” He exhales heavily. “Feels better now.”

We’ve still got a long way to go, though I see no need to point that out. Instead, I do my best to probe while keeping my finger mostly still, pressing forward in miniscule increments.

Aiden’s channel is even softer than his skin, warmer too. And tight. So incredibly tight I worry I might not be able to stretch him enough, especially when he groans with what sounds like strain instead of pleasure as I get to the second knuckle.

Holding my finger in place, I lean down to pepper more kisses along his spine and feel him start to relax beneath me. “Beautiful,” I murmur, and he relaxes further.

It takes another few minutes of cautious movement, but eventually we get to the point where I can slide my finger freely, and I pump the digit faster, deeper, giving him a glimpse of what it will feel like to have my cock inside him. What he made me feel not thirty minutes earlier.

The way he writhes under my touch suggests he’s ready for another finger, but before I add it, I curl the tip in search of his prostate.

I’m unclear on whether Aiden’s ever felt his before. Just because he hasn’t bottomed doesn’t mean he’s never had it stimulated, and given how he worked mine, he’s well aware of how that spot can ignite fireworks. Yet knowing his previous partners weren’t overly generous in return, I suspect there’s a good chance tonight might be his first experience with that particular sensitive spot.

My suspicions are confirmed when he practically launches upward with a shocked, “Holy shit!”

“Shhh.” I pull out and rub his back in gentle circles. “I’m sorry that startled you. Did you not like it?”

“No, it’s… I liked it. A lot. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Get comfortable and I’ll do it again.”

It’s a little harder to breach him this time, with his anticipation running so high, but when I do reach those sensitive nerves again, the most illicit groan spills from his lips.

“Oh my God. I… Kier.” He says my name like a plea, and my heart thunders in my chest.

I’m not sure how long it takes to work my way to three fingers, but by the time I do, Aiden’s back is glistening with perspiration, and his hips are writhing steadily beneath me. His need is so great he’s practically delirious, and I’m not in a much better state.

Praying I’m not so stimulated I won’t last, I line my covered cock up to his hole. It still looks too small to take me, but when he begs I press forward.

The pressure is instant and overwhelming.

My vision swims, the room going dark as I pinch my eyes shut to block out everything but the need to hold on . Jaw locked tight, air gets trapped in my lungs as I fight to ignore the bliss that bombards me from every angle.

Dear God this is borderline torture.

Not even the tightest grip from the strongest fist feels as unrelenting as Aiden’s channel. My toes curl and cramp as I fight my way back from the ledge, fear of disappointing him outweighing the urge to let go. Still, I have to borrow his counting strategy to keep myself from thrusting to the hilt. It helps…barely.

Beneath me Aiden shudders, whether from relief or discomfort I can tell. Pressing a soothing kiss to his shoulder blade I whisper, “Okay?”

“Mmm.” He nods into the mattress. “Just, start slow.”

I press another, tender, kiss to the back of his neck, and cautiously move my hips.

Sparks erupt along my length when I draw back, and once again I have to hold my breath to fight through the ecstasy that wants to consume me. Though it’s not just physical ecstasy trying to engulf me, it’s something deeper, more profound than the base urge for a release.

I want to be part of him.

And I want him to be part of me.

In a way, that’s already happened. There’s enough trust between us that we’ve abandoned our traditional roles, and for that alone, this night will be memorable for both of us. But I don’t want it to be a memory I look back on fondly, I want it to be the start of something.

Yes, that’s a ridiculous notion. Or it should be considering we only met a few hours ago. Yet consider what I already know. Aiden’s smart, funny, and adventurous. Quietly confident, though not immune to vulnerability. Wise beyond his years and humble enough not to flaunt it. Plus, he’s gorgeous, and seemingly oblivious to that fact.

How could I not want more than a night with him?

“More.” Aiden’s breathless plea rouses me, reminding me that I’m supposed to be making this incredible for him.

Angling my thrusts downward, I roll my hips so the crown of my cock nudges his prostate with each pass, pulling the most erotic noises from his throat. Noises that have my balls drawing tight, that I selfishly hope to hear beyond tonight.

“Yes, Kier. Yes.”

“Oh, God, Leanbh. Oh God.” My right hand finds his, linking our fingers together above his head. My left snakes under his body, gripping his cock so he has something to thrust into each time I bottom out inside him. And my lips…those meet his in a kiss so passionate I wouldn’t be surprised if it fuses part of my soul to his. Or if he gifts me part of his in return when he cries his release against my mouth.

Once again, the bliss is so overwhelming my vision swims, though this time instead of darkness I’m consumed by a blinding light. The kind I’d associate with heaven since it comes with the sensation of floating, and a feeling of absolute peace and contentment.

My cock is still trembling when my sight returns, the aftershocks of our combined euphoria rippling through the spot where we’re joined. One of them, considering our mouths are virtually fused.

With a soft, sweet kiss to those swollen lips, I pull back to give him some relief, knotting the condom and tossing it aside to deal with later.

“How do you feel?” I run a soothing palm over one of his plump cheeks.

“Amazing.” He sighs.

“Me, too.”

Aiden flops to his back, hair mussed in the most depraved way, which makes him look roguishly sexy. “You might need to call housekeeping for some new sheets.”

Now it’s my turn to go pink. “What’s the proper amount to tip for changing sex sheets? Do we even have to change them? Maybe if we stick to the other side of the bed we can avoid the wet spot.”

“We?” Aiden blinks up at me with those gorgeous toffee eyes. “You want me to stay?”

Cupping the side of his face, I bring his lips to mine for a delicate kiss. “The night isn’t over.”

As we snuggle on the dry half of the bed, my fingers dance over his arm while I recite all the things I’ll bring up in the morning. Things like phone numbers, and when we might be able to see each other again since I don’t live here.

But when I wake up in the morning, he’s gone.