Beautifully Complicated (Front Range University #4)

24. Aiden

Chapter twenty-four

Aiden

APRIL

K ier’s breathing is slow and steady in the dim morning light, his face tranquil. Despite seeing this view every weekend for the last several months, I’m still in awe of it. Still in awe that I get to call this beautiful man mine.

Forever.

Is this really my life? Am I really about to graduate and go into business with a giant in the field who also happens to be my boyfriend? Disney never led me to believe things like this could happen to a man, yet it sure feels like I’m living out one of their films.

I’m struck with the sudden urge to do something to show Kier how much I appreciate him. How grateful I am for everything he’s given me, including him.

Breakfast.

As stealthily as possible, I extricate myself from his hold, grab my boxers off the floor and slip into the bathroom. Just as I’m finishing brushing my teeth, two arms snake around my waist from behind as his sleep-rumpled form appears behind me in the mirror.

“Why are you not in my bed?” He nuzzles my neck, his minty breath drifting over my skin. It’s adorable how he pops one of the mints on his nightstand every morning before kissing me.

“I wanted to make you breakfast.”

His fingertips skirt over my hipbones and the muscles on my lower abdomen, a barely there touch that’s both innocent and sensual. “You’re what I want for breakfast.”

“You had me for dessert last night.”

“No, you had me.” Kier’s lips tease the spot where my neck meets my ear. “Now it’s my turn.”

Those mischievous fingers drift up to my nipples, giving each of them a slight pinch that has me groaning softly, among other things.

“I saw that.” Kier kisses the back of my neck, sending a shiver along my spine.

“Saw what?” My voice is embarrassingly breathy.

“Your cock twitch.” He squeezes a nipple again, and the fabric covering my dick moves as it reacts to his touch. “Let’s lose these.” His hands slide down my side, slip under the waistband of my boxers, and push them off my hips.

My fully awake cock springs up to slap my stomach as he frees it, and I shiver again as I watch his hungry eyes track the movement.

“That’s better.” He plucks my nipples, and my dick bobs obediently, as if answering his call.

My right hand finds the back of his head as his lips rove over my collarbone, his silky hair sliding through my fingertips as they clutch him to me.

“Love this beautiful cock of yours,” Kier mumbles as he continues to tease it without ever touching it. “How pink and smooth it is. How long and thick. And how it twitches when it wants my attention.” He draws circles around my nipples and gives them a firm pinch, watching in the mirror as my dick lurches in search of friction.

“Maoin,” I hum contentedly.

“That’s right, Leanbh. I’m yours.” He drags his hands down my torso, skirting over my hipbones to the top of my thighs and back again, studiously avoiding my shaft, which continues to strain for his touch.

Kier ignores it, with his hands anyway, which roam to my back and down my spine to knead my cheeks. His eyes remain glued to it, as if cataloging how it responds to the way he works my body.

Spoiler alert, it doesn’t matter how he touches me, my dick reacts.

One of those magic hands slides from my ass to cup my balls, rolling them around his palm and giving them the occasional tug. Sparks ping pong throughout my body as he massages my sac, and I find myself rocking my hips forward slightly to encourage the pull, that delicious tension a mini explosion of pleasure I feel all the way in my toes.

“Look at how sexy you are,” Kier whispers in my ear. “See how beautifully you move for me. The way your body moves under my hands.” One of said hands teases over the planes of my abs. “So desperate for me. Sinful.”

He’s right—not that I’m sexy or sinful per se—but that I’m desperate for his touch. I never seem to get tired of it. In fact, the more he gives me, the more I seem to want.

From that very first night, he seemed to glean how much I wanted to be touched, to be spoiled, and he makes a point to give me that. Even when I top, which is most of the time since that’s a more natural role for me, I don’t always want to take the lead. I’ve never specifically said that, but Kier senses it, and takes every opportunity to make me feel as treasured as I hope he feels in return.

Using a slight hand, he caresses me all over. Fingers trace around my nipples, under my pecs, down my obliques, leaving a trail of ecstasy in their wake. My feet may be planted on the floor, but I’m aroused to the point of weightlessness under his tender ministrations. It’s as if the only thing holding me to the earth is Kier’s hands, and the pleasure they elicit as they travel every inch of my exposed skin.

“Love how you’re both hard and smooth.” He sucks my collarbone hard enough to leave a mark. “And how your skin turns nice and pink for me.” I feel a gentle kiss cover the bruise he left.

“I love your hands on me.”

“I know,” he whispers as his fingers dip lower, brushing through the hairs at the base of my dick. Predictably, my cock tries to riot with him so close, which makes him chuckle.

“So desperate.” He takes it loosely in his fist, giving it a long, leisurely tug.

My head is suddenly too heavy to hold up, falling to rest on his shoulder as I let out a heavy sigh.

I could spend eternity with Kier’s hand gently stroking my dick.

“Eyes open, Leanbh. Watch me play with your cock.”

Using strength I’m surprised I have in the midst of such pleasure, I pick my head off Kier’s shoulder and watch us in the mirror.

The top half of my cock pokes out of his fist, flushed with arousal, while the bottom portion is obscured by the fingers gently massaging it. As he moves his hand forward, the tip gradually disappears, pulling a stilted moan from my throat.

He repeats the motion again, and again, the torturously slow glide of his hand igniting tiny fissures of electricity all along my length. But those fissures are just a tease, coaxing the nerves into awareness without letting the full scope of pleasure take hold. And as much as I love the tender caress, I want more.

My hips alternately press forward, chasing his hand, and push back, rubbing my ass against his full cock.

“Patience, Leanbh.” Kier sucks another mark into the base of my neck. “I’ll give you what you want when I’m done with this pretty cock.”

I know better than to rush my boyfriend—it only makes him toy with me even longer—but I’m used to looking down my body to watch him stroke my dick, and seeing him do it in the mirror is a new level of erotic.

Kier’s right hand continues to wander my body while the left pumps my length, tweaking my nipples, teasing my abs, massaging my sac, all of which have me moaning contentedly. Yet when his finger finds my pucker, that moan turns noticeably more carnal.

“This is what you want?” He nips my earlobe.

“Yes.”

“Me, too. Stay here.”

A tiny mewl passes through my lips as he releases me to grab the lube he keeps in the shower. When he returns he takes my cock in his left hand again while the slick fingers of his right start probing my entrance.

My body jolts, unsure of whether to chase the hand on my dick or the one trying to fill me. Both offer indescribable pleasure, and the sight of my pelvis rocking as my body struggles with which to choose only heightens my arousal.

As he probes further into my channel, it’s a fight to keep from clenching around him. Not to keep him out, but to pull him in. Hold him deeper.

The burn that used to be present every time he entered me is barely there anymore. I’ll feel it when he uses his cock, but even that will pass quickly. I may not bottom as much as he does, but I’ve done it enough that my body knows what’s coming and welcomes it.

I battle to hold my eyes open as he pushes deeper, rubbing against the delicate tissue that leads to my prostate. He tenderly kneads that spot, sending wave after wave of euphoria shooting throughout my body, and making my cock twitch with need.

My back bows as he probes those delicate nerves, the muscles in my ass seizing up as my knees start to go weak. Reaching behind me, I grab his ass to anchor myself. My head rocks from side to side as I try to keep my gaze on the two of us in the mirror, hedonistically pushing my dick into his fist as he fingers me.

Kier adds a second digit, and I watch my eyes flutter as another wave of nirvana overtakes me. A slight sheen of sweat makes my torso glisten in the harsh light of the room, giving my skin an ethereal quality.

I’ve never felt so sexy.

Or debauched.

My chest heaves as Kier nuzzles along my neck, the rise and fall of matching the pace of the hand stroking my dick. Lips pink and parted, eyelids hooded with lust.

It’s like we’re the stars of our own private movie, and while surges of pleasure threaten to make my eyes shut of their own accord, during the moments in between I can’t take them off the two of us, and the sensual picture we make.

How is this my life?

Without warning Kier pulls away, and I’m empty. Another mewl passes from my throat.

“So hungry for my cock, Leanbh.” I hear the squelch of the lube as he coats his length and lift my eyes off my gyrating pelvis to find his gaze in the mirror.

Holy shit he’s beautiful.

Dark hair sinfully disheveled. Cheeks flushed with desire. Eyes hungry. For me.

I’m suddenly overcome with the need to taste him. To feel connected in every possible way. Turning my head to the left I seek out his lips, which meet mine in a kiss that starts as desperate and quickly morphs to tender, as if once we finally make contact our souls are content.

A soft growl rumbles up Kier’s throat as we hover together, breathing one another’s air. And we stay that way as he pushes inside, joining us completely.

My breath catches in my lungs as he enters me, the pleasure and pain mixing together to block out everything but the sensation of having my Maoin inside my body. Of feeling his arousal, and his love, and knowing I’m the reason for it.

The intensity of the moment very nearly tips me over the edge, and it’s only because I’m not breathing that I’m able to stave off the tremors of release.

Toes curling and cramping, I tamp down the urge to let go by focusing on the sensation of Kier’s soft lips pressing against mine. They anchor me enough to take a cautious breath, and my body slowly returns to Earth before I have to resort to counting.

Behind me, Kier shudders. “Okay?” he whispers against my mouth.

“Mmm.”

His tongue brushes softly along mine as he swivels his hips almost imperceptibly, testing my readiness. I clench in response, involuntarily, but the needy moan that accompanies it assures him he doesn’t need to wait any longer.

Sparks erupt along my channel as he pulls back, igniting anew when he pushes forward. And when his crown rubs against my prostate they combust in an explosion of bliss that has my cock twitching greedily.

The hands still clenching Kier’s ass flex as he leisurely spears his length inside me in a rhythm that matches the swipe of his tongue along mine.

Though no words are spoken, I hear what he’s saying all the same.

I want you.

I need you.

I love you.

As always seems to happen when we’re together, my heart is just as aroused as my body, building toward a release that’s as emotional as it is physical. We might be the epitome of obscene right now, positioned so we can watch ourselves fuck, but there’s an intimacy to this carnal display that resonates deep in my soul.

I think it’s the fact I can be both physically and emotionally exposed yet completely comfortable that makes my chest ache in the best possible way. As if my heart is so full my body can’t contain it, yet being joined to Kier means he’ll keep me whole.

Protected.

Loved.

Before I met him, thoughts like that would’ve made me question what was wrong with me. I didn’t think that level of sentiment could exist with the physical act of sex. Now, I can’t imagine it any other way.

Kier breaks our kiss with a grunt, eyes drifting to the mirror, where he’s got the perfect view of my dick bobbing freely. My gaze follows his, and I have to admit it’s a heady sight. Seeing myself so flushed and hard, and the near feral expression it puts on his face, makes me even more desperate for release.

“More.” I plead breathlessly.

Kier’s right hand makes its way to my cock while the left finds my balls. Using his forearms to hold me to him, his hips start to punch forward at a pace that has his fist meeting the base of my dick each time he bottoms out, all the while that left hand massages my sac. The mix of prodding and pulling and rubbing is so overwhelming my body doesn’t know what to focus on, and I can do little more than hold on as he has his way with me.

Near feral moans erupt from my throat as my body climbs higher and higher into the clouds. My vision goes hazy as my muscles cramp from the effort of trying to hold myself upright long enough to realize the nirvana he’s taking me to.

“Yes, Kier. Yes.”

“Oh, God, Leanbh. Oh God.” His grip tightens around my cock, turning the head a dark purple.

The pleasure becomes so intense I can’t fight it anymore, and my ass contracts around Kier’s cock as ropes of cum spurt from my slit, coating the mirror in front of me.

Kier thrust a final time and holds still, biting down on my shoulder as his fist continues to slide over my dick, milking me for everything I have to give. My whole body twitches and shakes as the orgasm blasts through me, the euphoria so all-consuming my vision goes white, and I have the sensation of being weightless.

When my vision returns my cock is still pulsing in Kier’s fist as his twitches inside me, our mutual release so strong the aftershocks come for what feels like minutes instead of seconds. As they finally recede my body is so sated I’m not entirely sure how it’s still upright, but since it’s still joined to Kier’s I’m determined to stay that way.

“Leanbh.” His deep whisper rumbles against my ear.

I don’t have the strength to do anything but nod my agreement. Fortunately, Kier seems to have strength enough for the both of us, cupping my chin and turning my face to his for a gentle kiss.

It rejuvenates me enough to bring my eyes to his lovely blue ones, which shine with a mixture of affection and awe. And even though words aren’t necessary given what I see in his expression, I say them anyway. “I love you, Maoin.”

“I love you too.”

After a quick shower to clean up, we finally make our way to the kitchen for some breakfast, which takes far longer to make than it should since we keep stealing kisses. It’s odd, this is far from the first time we’ve made a meal after I’ve stayed over, but it somehow feels more poignant. Maybe because the school year is almost over, and we’re nearly done having to hide. That reminds me…

“I want you at the graduation ceremony,” I blurt as we set our plates on the table. “I know you’ll be part of my future regardless, but you’re part of my present, too. A major part. And I want to share that with you, even if it means I’ll have to work a little harder to prove myself in the field.”

“You’re sure? You’ve worked so hard to get where you are, I don’t want our relationship to take away from your accomplishments.”

“It doesn’t. Not to me. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. Besides, eventually I’ll prove them wrong.”

Kier wraps his hand around the back of my head and tugs me to him, so our foreheads are resting together. “Yes, you will, Leanbh. And I have a feeling that won’t take as long as you think.”

I pull back so I can see his face. “What do you mean?”

“My dad called me this week. The initial test of his new prosthetic was the most promising yet. He hasn’t tried to run but feels like he can walk normally. And the doctors who oversaw the test are raving about how well the leg functioned. They’re calling it a game changer.”

“We did it?” My heartbeat accelerates at the thought of giving Kier’s dad a piece of his life he thought was lost.

“It looks that way. And both our names are going on the article we’ll publish about our findings, which is an accolade you don’t share with people who haven’t earned it. Once that’s available, it’ll speak volumes about your legitimacy in the field. Between that and being my business partner, it won’t take long for people to see how brilliant you are.” Kier brushes a stubborn lock of hair off my forehead and gives me a lingering kiss. “My dad’s already singing your praises.”

“Your… What ?! Why would he be singing my praises?”

“Because I told him my boyfriend is the one who helped me with the research.”

It’s impossible to keep the giddy smile off my face. “You told your parents about me?”

“Why do you seem surprised?”

“I didn’t think you were doing that until after I graduated.”

“That was the original plan.” Kier picks my hand off my lap and kisses my knuckles. “But when my dad was raving about how well the leg worked, I couldn’t take all the credit. Plus, I’ve never been so happy, and wanted them to know why.”

“And? Have they thought you lost your mind?”

Kier uses his thumb to pry my bottom lip free. “No, Leanbh. They know I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

I have half a second to decide it’s time to tell my parents about him before Kier’s mouth is on mine, and I forget everything but how much I love him.