Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Zain’s pupils were so blown his eyes seemed black as they roamed over Aiden’s face. “You have no shame, do you?”
Aiden kissed him wetly, needily. “What should I be ashamed of?” he said breathlessly. “It’s just sex. I’m not a homophobic dick like you. I can admit that I loved being fucked—being fucked by you.” Slipping his hand between them, he greedily palmed the massive erection tenting Zain’s pants. So thick. “You loved it, too. Your cock doesn’t lie.”
Zain gave him such a cold look Aiden would never have guessed that he was sporting an erection had he not been groping it.
“My cock likes a hole to fuck,” Zain said with deliberate crudeness. “I was horny, and you were easy and there. A convenient wet hole and nothing more.”
Aiden shivered, his crotch aching. Shit, he was discovering new—and rather mortifying—kinks he hadn’t known he had.
“Am I supposed to be offended?” Aiden said, stroking Zain’s erection. “Are you saying you’d stick your cock into just anyone? Should I fetch one of your employees for you?”
Silence was the only response he got.
Aiden smiled, feeling a rush of giddy triumph. Zain wanted him. Him. He might deny it all he wanted, but his body didn’t lie.
The sound of the door opening made his smile freeze.
Turning his head, Aiden saw one of the servants—Damir, if he remembered correctly—standing in the doorway with his mouth open and his eyes confused and wide.
Zain barked out something in Arabic, his voice like a whip.
The servant stepped out of the room so fast it was almost comical. The door closed firmly.
Aiden didn’t move from Zain’s lap.
If anything, he moved closer, grinding his cock against Zain’s. Being interrupted had done nothing to kill his arousal. Zain being commanding and harsh didn’t help, either—it went straight to Aiden’s cock. His cock was weird like that.
“You’re like a cat in heat,” Zain said, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes, his lips twisted in disapproval. But he wasn’t pushing him away. He wasn’t dumping him off his lap.
Aiden moaned, grinding harder against the bulge in Zain’s pants. The friction felt so good, but their clothes were in the way. Off. He wanted them off. Unfortunately, they were in the dining room, and anyone might enter at any moment. As they’d already seen.
“What if he talks?” he gasped out, pushing Zain’s thobe out of the way and fumbling with his trousers’ zipper. It seemed Aiden would have to take the matters into his own hands if he wanted to get off. Zain’s internalized homophobia and stubbornness wouldn’t let him act on his desires, no matter how hard his cock was.
“He won’t,” Zain said flatly. “My staff knows better than to talk about anything they see in my house.”
Aiden fished out Zain’s erection and stroked it greedily while he pulled his own cock out of his sweatpants with his other hand. He pressed their cocks together and wrapped his hand around them, staring in fascination at the contrast between Zain’s darker, bigger cock and his own.
A drop of pre-come appeared at the tip of Zain’s cock, and Aiden used his thumb to spread the silky bead of moisture over Zain’s thick, veiny cock and then his own. Christ, it looked so filthy. It was filthy: both of them fully clothed but for their hard cocks, in the middle of the dining room with the door unlocked, Aiden writhing and rutting against the older man like the aforementioned cat in heat. He wished he were a cat in heat: then he would be leaking and wet and wouldn’t need any lube to sit on Zain’s cock right now, right here, as he wanted to do. God, he wanted to get fucked again. He’d done it only once, but he already craved it: to feel the impossible, delicious stretch as Zain used his hole to get off.
Moaning, Aiden buried his face in Zain’s neck and started jacking them off, wishing they could do more than that, wishing they could fuck for real. If only there was lube here…
Aiden whipped his head to the table and his eyes zeroed in on the bottle of olive oil.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Zain said tersely when Aiden grabbed the bottle.
Aiden smiled dazedly, liberally slicking Zain’s cock with oil, stroking it greedily and marveling at its silky texture and girth. “Giving you a hole to fuck,” he said, pushing his sweatpants and boxers down.
“You can’t be serious,” Zain ground out, watching Aiden reach back and push an oiled finger into his asshole. “We’re in the dining room.”
“That didn’t bother you when you fucked my mouth here the other day,” Aiden said, gasping as he pushed another finger in. Oh, the stretch felt so good.
“I’m not fucking you without a condom.”
“I don’t have any STDs. You got my test results when you bought me, remember? Aren’t you clean too?”