Beautifully Complicated (Front Range University #4)

21. Kier

Chapter twenty-one

Kier

H aving a boyfriend ten years my junior is invigorating and depressing.

On the one hand, he came without any assistance from me, unless you count my cock in his mouth, and if that doesn’t make me a rockstar I don’t know what does. But on the other hand, he’s already hard, and I’m sporting a semi.

At least he doesn’t seem bothered by the extra amount of time it takes me to go another round. He might actually enjoy it, since he spends that time thoroughly exploring every inch of my body to catalog what I like. And I like everything he does. All of it. My body just isn’t helping me express that as quickly as I’d like it to.

Still, he’s not complaining, and for that I’m grateful. I’m grateful, period, since I can’t imagine my life without him.

To think I almost let his lie of omission come between us. I know I had a right to be upset, but I handled it poorly, putting all the blame on him when I absolutely wouldn’t have given him the time of day—no matter how pretty he is—if I thought he was just another fan trying to pick my brain. Thank God he gave me the time to come around and fix that mistake instead of locking the emotional doorway that opened between us in Denver.

I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here right now, in my living room, sitting naked atop an equally naked Aiden as my hands roam his body.

“Why is blue your favorite color?” My hands skim along his collarbone.

“Have you seen your eyes?”

I arch my brow as those eyes find his. “Okay, I’ll rephrase. How long has blue been your favorite color?”

“Ages. But before you it was just blue, now it’s a very specific shade of blue. Or shades. Somewhere in between sapphire and cobalt, just like how your eyes change in different light. Why is green yours?”

“Ireland. The land is so impossibly green it just… takes your breath away.”

“Will you take me sometime?”

“Of course. If you take me to a Japanese penis festival.” I give one of his nipples a little pinch, which has his cock twitching next to mine.

Hello, we seem to like that.

“I’ve never even been to it. I just thought it sounded fun.” Aiden’s cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, making me question whether I may need to revisit my favorite color.

“It does sound fun. Going anywhere with you sounds fun.” I lean forward to touch his kissable lips with mine and feel him quiver again. This time, so do I.

Aiden’s seductive eyes follow me as I pull back, skating down my torso, coming to rest on our side-by-side cocks. “I really like this view.” He bites his lip, so of course I’m hit with another tremor.

Then he does it again. And again.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Testing a theory.”

“And?” I prompt.

“It turns you on when I bite my lip.” He looks up at me from under hooded lids.

“That’s not a theory, it’s a fact.”

“A fact I couldn’t confirm until just now.” He tries so hard not to bite that lip he has to trap them between his teeth.

“Well, use that power wisely so you don’t make me spring an erection at work.”

He bobs his head and reaches for our cocks, taking them both in his hand and stroking them languidly.

“Remember how earlier you said you weren’t worried about getting my cum in you?”

“Yes.” I sigh into the pleasure he’s giving me.

“Did you mean it?”

“Are you asking to fuck me bare?”

“Yes.” He flutters his long lashes.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

“Really?” His amber eyes grow wide.

“Leanbh, I don’t intend to have another man inside my body again, ever. It’s yours to pleasure, to use, to mark. I want you to fill it, just like I want to fill yours, so there’s no question who we belong to.”

“Jesus, Maoin.” He lets go of our dicks long enough to show me how swollen his is. “I swear you can get me off with just your words.”

“Maoin?” I tilt my head to the side as he bites that lip again, dammit .

“Isn’t that Irish for mine ?” The blush that had started to fade comes right back. “I know it means to own property and you obviously aren’t my property, but you already took baby, and even if you have a fancy name for it, it seems silly to call each other the same thing. I think that rules babe out too, since they’re so similar, and I don’t think either of us has a daddy kink—"

“Aiden.” I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. “I love it.”

“Yeah?” He traps our cocks in his hand again and just holds them against one another.

“Yeah, Leanbh. Yours.”

I kiss him again, long and slow and tender, losing myself in his taste. His touch. Him . I can’t seem to get enough, which is a totally foreign yet not unwanted feeling.

Having fucked around quite a bit in my early twenties, I was more interested in the destination than the journey. Kissing took too much time, and maybe it was a little too intimate, so other than using them as the obligatory start to sex, I didn’t bother with them. Yet kissing Aiden is so fulfilling I have no desire to stop. Not even when my lips start to chafe, and his chin turns slightly pink from the stubble that inevitably makes an appearance on my face at the end of the day. I’m just…obsessed, I guess.

“Maoin?” Aiden says tentatively when we finally break apart.

“Yes, Leanbh?”

“I think I need to mark you now. Where’s your lube?”

Digging through the side table next to him, I pull out the bottle I’d proactively stashed there. One of several I put in every corner in the house, just in case.

Aiden releases our dicks and coats his fingers, rubbing them together to warm the liquid, then reaches behind me to probe my hole.

Just as before, I’m impossibly tight, and I briefly wonder if I should’ve been working myself all along so that I’d be more ready. But I shove that thought away once I realize it’d be an empty feeling to pleasure myself without Aiden. Besides, my body quickly remembers what it’s like to be filled, allowing him entry with little more than a gentle push.

A pleasant hum rolls up my throat as he fills me, nerve endings that haven’t been stimulated in months firing as his finger coaxes them awake. Pulses of pleasure shoot up my spine and into my limbs as my cock stiffens further, a hint of the coming bliss coiling at the base.

As his finger probes deeper, my body subtly undulates in rhythm with his touch. The slight movement presses our cocks together, and as he said earlier, it’s a heady view. Our two shafts rubbing along each other, the hint of precum making the crowns gleam, and Aiden’s lean abs as the backdrop to the hedonistic image… It’s as erotic as it is filthy.

The first brush of his finger against my prostate has me groaning with a mixture of satisfaction and need. It feels so good I press against him, trying to work him deeper. To increase the pressure on that sensitive button.

“I dreamed about that sound.” He crooks his finger, pulling another one from my throat. “Every night. I replayed it in my mind, over and over so I’d never forget it.”

“You thought you’d never hear it again,” I whisper softly.

“Yes,” he agrees.

Leaning forward, I speak against his lips. “It’s yours, just like the rest of me. You’re the only one who will ever hear it.”

Aiden takes a shaky breath as our mouths meet in a sweet, tender kiss. They stay pressed together, sharing each other’s air, as he adds another finger. This time, he swallows the moan he elicits.

The added pressure feels divine, the slick slide of his fingers coaxing my hips to move a little faster. Grind a little deeper.

“Leanbh.” His name is a plea, though I’m not sure what I’m begging for. As much as I want to find the nirvana I know he can give me, I want to take my time getting there. To savor the sensations he’s creating right now, for as long as my body will let me. So I’m not asking for more, though I may be asking for more of the same.

I press my forehead to his and close my eyes, relishing his closeness. The feel of his body underneath mine. The fact that this beautiful man wants me as much as I want him.

“What do you need Maoin?” His fingers advance and retract with exaggerated care while expertly hitting my prostate and sending wave after wave of ecstasy throughout my body.

“Just you.”

“You have me.” With our foreheads touching Aiden’s amber eyes are a bit of a blur, but the intensity of their gaze is just as potent as if they were clear.

This is the start of forever.

True, we’ve discussed our future together, set plans in motion to make it happen, but until now that was just talk. This moment makes it real. A confirmation of that dream.

All those times I asked myself if I was crazy to fall for someone so young, if we were moving too fast, if I was really going to risk everything for him—fade to nothing. They don’t matter, because I know in my heart we belong together.

Aiden may be young, but he’s my equal in every other way. And his youth brings a vitality to my life that I’d long since forgotten about when work started to consume my thoughts. Together, we’ll be able to pursue our passions while reminding each other to have fun. To be happy.

We may be an unlikely couple, but we are meant to be. There’s no doubt in my mind.

I brush my lips over his and whisper, “Mark me, Leanbh,” before plunging my tongue inside.

Something between a whimper and a growl fills my mouth as he pulls his fingers free, the cushion beside us vibrating as his hand smacks it, searching for the lube that he pushes into my hand. “Get me ready?”

My hands shake as I squeeze out the liquid, not from nerves, though not from excitement either. There’s just something so intimate about his request, adding another layer of depth to an already emotional moment. I know it’s silly—we’re talking about lubing his cock—but it feels like he’s giving me control over his body, a top from the bottom type of scenario, and to me that speaks to our connection and the level of trust we have in each other.

After rubbing my hands together to warm the lube, I take Aiden’s dick in my right hand, dragging it from base to tip and immediately repeating the motion with my left. Over and over, I run each hand up his length, coating it in the liquid that will help him enter me.

Head propped against the back of the couch, Aiden’s eyes drift shut as I stroke him, as if he’s basking in the pleasure of my touch. Enjoying the way it feels to have my hands running over his length with nothing but tender care, and a hint of lust.

“I missed this,” he says softly. “Your hands on me, making me feel beautiful.”

“You are beautiful, Leanbh.” I brush my thumb over his crown. “Stunning actually, with pink cheeks to match your pink nipples.” He sucks in a breath as I give one a gentle pinch then resume lubing his cock.

“I believe you, when you touch me like this.”

I’m not really sure how to respond to that other than to kiss him, so I bring my mouth to his while lining him up to my entrance. Our lips just barely meet, hovering sensually, as I sink onto his length, both of us groaning as we come together.

The fit is snug—Aiden has a nice, thick cock—and for several long moments we just sit there, joined, sharing our air as we wait for our bodies to adapt.

When the initial pressure fades enough that we don’t have to fight back the temptation to come, Aiden looks at me with those rich caramel eyes and says, “Fuck yourself on my cock, Maoin. Use it however it makes you feel good.”

It already feels good, but taking his words to heart, I sit tall and spread my legs a fraction wider so I can take him as deep as our bodies will allow. That slight adjustment makes it so that his shaft brushes against my prostate with hardly any effort at all. I don’t have to bounce on his dick, I can just grind on his length and see fireworks behind my eyelids.

Eyes locked, I roll my hips so slightly it doesn’t look like I’m moving at all, but that subtle rotation has us both groaning in ecstasy. Then I notice Aiden’s lips moving as if he’s murmuring, though no sound comes out.

“Are you counting?” I ask.

“It’s the only way to guarantee I don’t come too soon. Don’t laugh,” he says when he notices the smile trying to take over my face. “Your ass is… And the way your abs clench even though you’re barely moving… Meanwhile your cock is so big and hard and gorgeous and… I think this is my new favorite position.”

I swivel my pelvis while simultaneously trying to push down so I can take him deeper, and once again we both moan rapturously. Aiden reaches for my cock, stroking it leisurely as I delicately grind on his dick.

“Damn you’re sexy like this.” His fingers graze along my length.

“I was thinking the same thing about you.”

“My pale, innocent face is not sexy. Not like your dark, mysterious look.”

“Your pale, innocent face does look sort of angelic.” His hand stills on my shaft as his eyes grow wide, and I have to bite back a coy smile as I finish my point. “It makes me want to corrupt you, but you’re already corrupt, aren’t you?” He hisses as I finger one of his nipples.

“You think I’m corrupt?”

“It was your idea for me to fuck myself on your cock.” I arch a knowing brow.

“True. I wasn’t expecting you to go so slow.” His thumb circles my crown.

“You don’t like it?”

“I love it. But it’s been so long I was expecting you to ride me hard. This is a different kind of torture.” His hand glides along my shaft.

“How so?”

“Hard and fast I just have to hold my breath to hold back. But slow is unpredictable. Erotic as hell, but the pleasure spikes out of nowhere.” He clenches his teeth when I swivel my pelvis, and I have to fight back a proud smile.

“You did tell me to make myself feel good.”

“I know,” he grits as he reaches for the lube, squirting a healthy drop onto his fingers and rubbing them together before he puts them around my shaft again. “And I love it. Too much.”

His slick fingers trace up and down my length, a faint touch I find myself arching my hips forward to chase.

Little tease.

I fight the urge to try to fuck my cock into his hand, concentrating instead on the refined movements that seem to be just as potent as riding him hard. All the while his fingers do unspeakable things to my dick. Tracing it, drawing circles on it, occasionally giving it a good pump. Coupled with the constant pressure on my prostate I’m rapidly climbing to a precipice I didn’t want to reach yet, which is mind boggling considering this is the most lazy, understated sex I’ve ever had.

But I think it’s making me harder than I’ve ever been. Being joined, touching each other with no urgency, has tension steadily mounting in my groin, so even though I’m not trying to reach the finish, I might get there.

“Leanbh,” I moan as those magic fingers stroke my length. Once again, I don’t know if I’m asking for more or more of the same, I just can’t stay silent while I’m hovering in such a blissful state.

“What do you need?”

I love that he asks. Love that he’s so willing to give. I only wish I knew what I wanted.

“Is my dick making you feel good Maoin?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Do you need me to make yours feel good?” No sooner are the words out of his mouth than I realize that’s what I want. Right now, I’m full but also incomplete, something he seemed to sense even before I did.

God, I love this man.

“Yes, Leanbh. I need that.”

Aiden fists my cock, his firm grip completing the circle that will truly make us one, and I let out the most carnal moan I’ve ever uttered.

The friction on my shaft is an instant trigger to move, and my hips punch forward without warning, each push spearing my dick through his fist as I clench down on his length.

“Oh God. Oh fuck.” Aiden’s head thrashes on the cushion as his pelvis jolts upward, chasing the tight confines of my channel.

He links the fingers of his left hand with mine as his right constricts around my shaft, the lube he put there earlier making it possible for me to fuck his fist with reckless abandon.

“Make me yours Leanbh,” I cry as I thrust, pounding into his hand as I contract around his shaft.

With my final permission, or command, Aiden combusts, his warm release filling me so fast and so hard my body can’t contain it, and he spills over my balls and down my thighs. The mental image of that tips me over, and I join him, ropes of cum painting his smooth, beautiful chest as I quiver around the length buried deep inside me.

The aftershocks are immediate and intense, rolling through us for what feels like minutes even though it’s probably seconds. Regardless, our sated bodies are too tired to move other than Aiden’s valiant attempt to shift us lengthwise so we can stretch our cramping limbs without having to separate.

“Can you feel my heart trying to beat out of my chest?” he asks, just like he did that first time.

“Can you feel mine?”

“It feels like they’re in sync.” I hear the smile in his voice and grin myself.

“It does.”

“Are they really, or am I just being sappy?”

I pick my head off his chest long enough to give him a sweet, gentle kiss. “I think they really are, Leanbh. Just like everything else about us.”

After a quick shower and an overcooked dinner, my handsome man falls asleep in my arms, right where I want him to be, always. This time, he’s still in my bed the next morning. With my cock in his mouth.