Beautifully Complicated (Front Range University #4)

20. Aiden

Chapter twenty

Aiden

M y knee bounces erratically in the back seat of the Uber taking me to Kier’s house for the first time.

I’m so nervous.

Why am I nervous? It’s not like we haven’t done this before. True, that was nearly a year ago, and since then we’ve grown even closer. We’re planning a future together for God’s sake. Is that what has me freaking out? That this isn’t just a hookup solely to get off?

I mean, there is that. I haven’t had a proper orgasm since we watched each other jerk off several weeks ago, and before that—hell, before that it dates back to that first night. But even then, what started as lust morphed into something deeper the instant we came together. It sounds corny, but it’s almost like our souls knew what our bodies were just figuring out, and everything sort of morphed together to create this magical connection.

That doesn’t just sound corny, it sounds delusional.

Oddly enough, that assessment doesn’t give me second thoughts. Yes, things are moving at lightning speed, and yes, that’s contrary to everything my science-minded brain is wired for. But sometimes, even in science, you have to go with your gut.

Besides, I told myself after that first brush with heartbreak that I wouldn’t hold back the next time I was interested in someone, and I’m going to honor that. It’s what led to that first night with Kier, so obviously that decision served me well.

Still, as I watch the dot on my phone move closer to the destination, I feel anxious.

Our one night together was life changing, not only because it bound us together in ways that altered the course of our lives, but because the sex was off the charts.

Seriously, I had no idea it could be that good.

You could make the argument that I should’ve realized that based on the soundtrack that plays on a near constant loop in my house, with one of the three couples invariably fucking at any given time. But hearing other people come undone doesn’t fully prepare you to experience it yourself.

You want to, obviously. I challenge anyone to hear my roommates going at it and not dream about having the kind of sex that pulls inhuman noises from your throat. And when it was my turn—holy hell. It became instantly clear why my roommates fuck all the time . Who wouldn’t if it turned your world upside down on the regular?

And like any sane person, I’ve wanted to repeat that experience every day since then. At the same time, that was ages ago, so I’m worried things might be different now. I don’t know how they would be, but eight months is a long time, so who knows.

Supposedly sex with someone you love is the best kind there is, so Kier and I should have nothing to worry about. Being in love doesn’t put me at ease though. It only adds more pressure to make things perfect.

Maybe I should’ve let things evolve naturally rather than scheduling sex. If I didn’t know it was going to happen, I wouldn’t have time to build up all these worries in my head.

Yeah, in hindsight that’s probably what I should’ve done. But I can’t change it now. I’m the one who asked for this. Begged really. I can’t show fear or second thoughts. I’ve got to take charge. March right in there and get down to business.

My cock throbs between my legs, totally on board with that idea.

Horny bastard .

I’m still nervous as the car pulls up to his cute little bungalow-style home, but less so than I was now that I have a plan in place.

I rap confidently on the door, pasting a hungry look on my face.

A savory scent wafts from the house when Kier opens the door, and for a brief moment I’m tempted to forgo that plan and eat the dinner he says he just pulled from the oven, since I know what a sweet gesture he intended to make by cooking. But he looks so sexy barefoot with a dishtowel slung over his shoulder that I stick to my original idea.

Placing a hand on his chest, I gently but firmly back him into the house, kick the door shut, and press him against the wall, exactly as he did with me when he took me to his hotel room.

“The only thing I want in my mouth right now is your dick. And after that, I’m gonna put mine in your ass. And after that, if you’re up for it, you can have mine.” I crush my mouth to his, stealing his response. I don’t even know what it would’ve been, I just know it doesn’t matter.

I need him.

His mouth opens with a throaty sigh, tongue meeting mine with the same urgency I feel in my bones. The same desperation to make up for months of lost time that’s consumed my every waking moment since I stepped into his office just over five months ago.

The tiniest hint of stubble scratches my face as I tilt my head to deepen the kiss, the slight burn a welcome reminder that this is real. My mouth is plastered to Kier’s, sharing his air, his cock stiffening against my thigh.

“Leanbh.” His fingers tunnel into my hair, holding my face to his. “We have more than one night this time,” he says, even as he pulls me closer.

“Don’t care. Too horny.”

“Is this what life will be like with you?” One of his hands leaves my hair to cup my dick, kneading it gently over the denim covering it. “Demanding sex first thing when you walk in the door to our home?”

My lips freeze against the jaw I’m nuzzling. “Our home?” I mumble.

“Did you think we’d start a business together and live separately?”

I pull back just enough to see the comforting smile on his face, the hand on my cock virtually forgotten. “I hadn’t thought about it.”

“Well, I have. And when I finally get to call you mine in front of everyone, we won’t be sleeping in different beds.” A slight tingle between my legs reminds me he’s palming my dick, and my hips develop a mind of their own, pushing into him wantonly so he resumes rubbing it. “Is that a yes? You’ll jump me every time you walk in the door?”

“Maybe.” I lick along his bottom lip before nipping at it playfully. “If you can keep up.”

“That hasn’t been a problem so far.” Keir drags his fingers over the denim before cupping me again.

“I’m willing to test that. Take your cock out and put it in my mouth.” I give him a long, lewd kiss and drop to my knees, licking my lips hungrily.

Kier’s fingers shake as he unfastens his pants and pushes his clothes off his hips, freeing his beautiful dick. It bobs enticingly a few times, settling when it’s pointed right at my mouth.

Palms on Kier’s thighs, I lean forward to rub my cheek along his length, inhaling deeply so I can fill my lungs with his scent. I didn’t get to do this the first time, and I’ve always regretted it. Yet as I breathe in his musk that has a hint of fresh air and pine—most likely from his soap—I’m actually glad to be discovering it now. It gives this moment an added intimacy that we’ve earned through months of hardship, making it somehow more poignant.

“Leanbh.” Kier’s voice is both relieved and pleading, exactly the way my own would be if I tried to speak. Since I’m not capable of that, I nuzzle my way back to his crown and feather my lips over its surface.

His thick length bobs again, begging for more, but I have no intention of rushing this. Aside from the fact I want him near delirious with need, his cock is a work of art that deserves careful attention. Soft, loving caresses that express my admiration, which will be followed by desperate, relentless sucking when he can’t take any more.

I do take a little mercy on him and palm his nuts, rolling them gently around my fingers as I lavish his tip with languid kisses.

Kier’s thigh muscles flex under my hands, betraying the effort it’s taking for him to hold still while I savor his cock. My own are shaking with the restraint it takes not to swivel my hips in a vain attempt to increase the friction on my dick, but this moment is all about him, so even if they’re too weak to hold my weight later, I’ll stay kneeling until his release fills my throat.

“Leanbh,” he moans again, fingers tightening their hold on my hair. I open just enough to fit his crown in my mouth, slurping gently at the smooth head while his hips lose the battle to stay still and press slightly forward, silently asking me to take a little more.

I will, just not yet.

Peering up from under hooded eyes, I take in the erratic rise and fall of Kier’s chest. The plump lips parted just enough to breathe. The rosy cheeks coloring his fair complexion.

I’ve never seen anything sexier.

How is this man mine?

I let him out of my mouth with a soft pop and lick a stripe from root to tip, covering my tongue in his woodsy, salty flavor. Then I press his cock up to his stomach so I can suck his balls.

Using a gentle suction, I pull first one, then the other, into my mouth. Kier hums softly as I cover them, swirling my tongue around and between them so he feels me everywhere. Then, for good measure, I seal my lips around one and pull my head back to give it a tug.

Kier gasps then groans, a sound that my cock responds to so forcefully I have to open my zipper and let it out. But I don’t touch it since I want all my focus on him.

I let Kier’s dick fall from his stomach and wrap my lips around the crown, sucking gently as his head presses against the wall behind him.

“More Leanbh,” he rasps as his hips get bolder. “More.”

Figuring I’ve edged him enough, I oblige, sinking over his length until my nose brushes his pelvis. I look up to find his heated eyes taking in the carnal scene, and nearly come.

Kier’s eyes have a vivid, almost icy blue ring around wide pupils, jaw locked tight as his throat bobs on a swallow. It looks like it’s taking every last bit of his strength to hold on, and it’s such a sinful sight my balls draw up tight, threatening to burst. I could hold my dick in hand—not even stroking it, just enclosing it in a light grip—and I’d blow. Instead I dig my fingertips into Kier’s thighs, holding onto them so I’m not tempted to grab my shaft.

“Do you know how often I dreamed of having your lips wrapped around my cock again?” His fingers massage my scalp. “Watching you swallow me. Seeing the bliss on your face even though it’s my dick in your mouth—that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I hum around his cock, whether to thank him for or merely just acknowledge the praise, I’m not sure, but it makes him groan with unabashed desire.

Bobbing on his cock makes it hard to breathe, but taking him to the back of my throat damn near chokes me. Still, I don’t relent. Nothing matters but taking this man to nirvana and hearing my name on his lips as climbs higher and higher.

Jaw aching, eyes watering, I hollow my cheeks with each pass, sucking as hard as my depleted lungs will allow. When that first rope of cum hits the back of my throat I take him deep and swallow around his length, pulling out every last drop as he gasps around stilted efforts to moan my name.

Feeling him pulse in my mouth has my own dick valiantly trying to join his, precum leaking from my slit as it twitches in midair. Then suddenly, as Kier gives a final, prolonged groan, it bursts.

I let go of Kier’s thigh and wrap my hand around my length, I think in an effort to stop the inevitable, which doesn’t work in the least. My cock throbs in my palm, filling my hand with my own release, and the feral moan that spills from my throat vibrates around his dick, making it quiver anew.

When I’ve milked him of every last drop I let him fall from my mouth, resting my head against his thigh as his fingers tenderly cradle my head. Several long minutes pass before either of us dare to do anything other than breathe, and Kier tips my head up by my chin so he can see my eyes.

“You’re shaking,” he says.

“I—yeah.”

“Are you okay?” The icy blue ring still surrounds his pupils, but instead of lust his eyes hold nothing but love.

“Perfect.” I smile lazily.

“Are you…” I think he intends to ask me if I’m sure, but he catches sight of my hand, coated in my own cum.

“I tried to stop it before I made a mess.” I lift my shoulder in an attempt to shrug but don’t have the energy to complete the act.

“Wait, that’s… Sucking my cock made you come?” He blinks in disbelief.

“Yeah,” I say dreamily, since my brain is too fogged to think properly.

“Leanbh,” he murmurs, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “That is so hot. And beautiful. You make me want to ravage you and hold you at the same time. How is that possible?”

“I don’t know.” Since my mouth is still right next to his dick I give it a chaste kiss, remembering only as I taste the remnants of his release on my lips that mine is still in my hand.

No point in letting it go to waste.

I slide my slippery fingers between his cheeks, probing gently at the hole I told him I’d be buried in later.

He stiffens briefly before relaxing. “What are you doing?”

“Prepping. I—oh shit.” I pull my hand back, going from post orgasmic haze to high alert in point two seconds. “I’m sorry. I didn’t get any in you, I swear. And I’m clean. I got tested after Denver, and I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

“Leanbh,” he says soothingly. “I’m not worried about that. I’m worried that you look exhausted.”

“Just blissed out, not exhausted. Look, already trying to rally.” He follows my eyes to my crotch, where my cock isn’t rallying exactly, but is expressing curiosity over where my hands just were.

Kier gives me a weak smile. “It’s going to take me a little time to catch up. That’s what you get with me.”

I think that’s meant to be another age quip—as if more recovery time is a mark against him—but I’m not concerned. “That just leaves more time for foreplay. Help me up so we can try the couch next.”

I can’t believe I was worried things wouldn’t be as magical.