Aaron barely allowed Kreed any time to drop the room key and the rest of their things before he took the opportunity to collect on that promise. He was drunk and so fucking horny. He stayed on edge most of the time, especially when Kreed was near.
The man was a sex god, and Aaron loved worshiping every inch of Kreed’s body, just as much as he loved when Kreed worshiped his.
True to his plan, Aaron shed his annoying shirt and shimmied out of his pants and underwear before the door clicked shut. The money tucked into his waistband floated to the floor and scattered along the tile next to his discarded clothing.
Just out of the doorway, Aaron caught Kreed’s lips with his own while placing both palms on Kreed’s chest, pushing him toward the small couch in the corner of the suite, but they never made it, their progress stopping in the middle of the room. Kreed’s strong arm locked around his waist, tugging him roughly against his chest, grinning into the kiss as they moved together. Damn, he loved Kreed’s possession.
Yeah, Aaron had big plans for his man tonight.
Urgency caused him to fumble with the button and zipper on Kreed’s slacks as they kept him from what he craved. “Want you so bad,” he breathed out against the stubble of Kreed’s jaw. Fuck. Kreed’s cock pressed into his hip as he worked his fingers into Kreed’s briefs. His lover was hard as stone, and he smelled so damn good.
Yeah, he needed that hard body, naked and driving into him.
“You’re way overdressed. Lose the clothes…need to feel your skin,” Aaron demanded as he wrapped his fingers around Kreed’s swollen length and stroked.
“Oh, fuck.” Kreed hissed, toeing out of his shoes with frantic speed. The warmth of Kreed’s palm rested heavily on Aaron’s shoulder as his lover rushed to get his socks off. “You’re being pushy, Stuart.”
“My bad. Maybe I need to be punished for being so rude,” he suggested playfully, releasing Kreed’s cock to assist in sliding Kreed out of his pants. The black dress pants hit the floor with a distinct thump.
“Is that so? Should I give you what you want, church boy?” Kreed asked, his sexy voice sending chills racing down Aaron’s spine as his mind short-circuited on the possibilities those words implied.
“Yes,” he whispered huskily.
Kreed’s eyes darkened to almost black as he tugged Aaron forward, devouring his mouth in a soul-searing kiss. Kreed’s eager cock left a wet trail of pre-come across his stomach as they rutted against each other. Aaron ran his free hand under Kreed’s shirt to pinch a nipple. He knew it drove Kreed wild.
Kreed pushed a strong thick thigh between Aaron’s spread legs and rubbed the underside of his aching balls, hitting him just right. Aaron ground against him, hoping to relieve some pressure on his cock trapped between their bodies. Kreed’s kisses turned slow and demanding, his insistent tongue thoroughly probing every inch of his mouth. The urgency in Kreed’s kiss left his nerve endings throbbing and craving more.
Aaron kept working Kreed’s hard shaft as Kreed unhooked the buttons on his dress shirt and let it slide off his shoulders. Before that shirt hit the floor, his man had dropped to his knees. The warm wet suction of Kreed’s mouth stole his breath. God bless, Kreed knew his way around a dick, and Aaron’s knees went slack from the intensity. That mouth. Oh God, that fucking mouth. It would be so easy to just let go, give in to the hedonistic feeling… Aaron sighed, dropped his head between his shoulders, thrusting his hips forward, making Kreed take more of him. Yeah. Except he wanted Kreed’s cock more. Even with that reminder, it still took a second before Aaron tried to pull free and draw Kreed back up to him so that he could pull himself together.
“No, baby, I promised I’d take care of you.” Kreed released him long enough to protest before taking him to the back of his throat. Oh, hell yeah. Exactly what he liked. The pressure of Kreed’s mouth and tongue were sending him past the point of no return.
“Gonna come if you don’t stop,” Aaron begged on puffs of air as he panted in a fruitless attempt at stave off his orgasm. “Please, I need you in me.” His fingers tightened in Kreed’s thick hair, urging his head backward to help control the release building in his balls.
After one swirl of his tongue, Kreed did let loose with a devilish laugh, kissing the head of Aaron’s leaking cock before slowly sliding up his body and taking his mouth in an earth-shattering kiss. Aaron tasted a hint of himself on Kreed’s tongue. The heady mix had Aaron opening his mouth wider, allowing Kreed to dominate the kiss.
Something brushed against the back of his thigh. Aaron broke from the kiss, looking down. He’d been so lost in Kreed’s heated kiss he hadn’t realized Kreed had already eased them closer to the sofa.
“Oh, my favorite,” Aaron purred, then gave Kreed a quick kiss before placing his knee on the soft cushion and crawling onto the couch. He turned toward the back of sofa, the cool leather warming beneath his palms as he settled his chest across the top. Aaron spread knees far apart, teasing Kreed with a bounce of his ass.
“Hold that thought,” Kreed said, then shockingly left him there, disappearing into the bedroom.
“Just fuck me already,” Aaron called out, giving a heavy sigh before dropping his forehead to the back of the couch. He’d done Kreed’s bidding. Aaron had been anticipating his time with Kreed for far too long now.
“You want this…” Kreed’s deep voice defused his frustration and impatience as he mentally came back into the room.
And just like that, the anticipation surged forth with renewed vigor. Aaron shifted to watch Kreed spread lube along his thick shaft. His insides tightened at the thought of Kreed sliding into him. Dammit, he couldn’t wait any longer; he was a needy bitch.
“Sin, please stop teasing me. You promised.” Aaron almost hoped his spoiled-brat tone earned him a nice warm handprint across his ass. He tilted his hips to put himself on display for his man. He loved the way Kreed’s eyes glazed over when he stuck his ass out.
“You are so impatient, Stuart. I should make you wait,” Kreed teased. At least he prayed Kreed was joking and hadn’t planned on edging him tonight. He wasn’t in the mood for foreplay; he wanted it hard and fast.
“Sin, you promised.” Goose flesh sprung up on his skin when Kreed’s cock slid along his crease. He tried to push back against that big cock in hopes he could speed things along.
Large palms gripped his butt, stopping his movement. Kreed leaned back as he spread Aaron’s cheeks, and the cold air on his exposed flesh sent a shiver up his spine. “Not so fast, hot rod. I have plans for this sweet ass. All I could think about when you were dancing on that stage is how beautiful you were teasing me like that…how badly I wanted you.” Kreed’s grip grew tighter as he was spread wider. “You’re one sexy motherfucker.” Kreed’s lips ghosted down his spine to the swell of his rear. “I’m gonna feast on that ass until I have you beggin’.” The sting of Kreed’s teeth on his bare flesh shot straight to his dick.
“Kreed, I need you…do something.” Aaron moaned, so turned on by Kreed’s rough touch that he wanted to crawl out of his skin.
“You’re so fucking sexy like this,” Kreed murmured, his thick warm tongue swiping across his hole before intimately breaching him. Aaron pushed back against that tongue, moving his hips as Kreed worked his hole. When Kreed pushed two fingers against his entrance and sank inside, Aaron sat back, almost losing his shit. Kreed’s hot breath and magical tongue danced around the fingers in his ass. Rimming was one of Kreed’s favorite pastimes, and he did it oh so well, but that wasn’t what Aaron needed right now. He was about seven seconds from blowing his load, so he hesitantly moved his hips away from Kreed’s sensual mouth.
“Baby, I’m so ready. Please…”
“Shh…I’ve got you.” Kreed’s hot breath sent a shiver racing across his body. His mister removed his fingers and eased up from his position, turning to grab the bottle of lube before placing one knee on the couch and settling in behind him. The click of the lube top being opened made him clench in anticipa
tion. Aaron lived for this moment. His love for Kreed had only grown deeper as time passed. Kreed was his, and the bond they shared was real even if he couldn’t explain it to anyone else. They were more than lovers. They were each other’s perfect complement.
The head of Kreed’s cock pressed against his entrance. His lover mouthed his neck, nibbling the soft skin below his ear. “Gonna fuck you so good,” Kreed whispered as he slowly pushed into him.
“Oh, ye…” The satisfying pressure and the delicious sting of Kreed sliding deeply into him, stretching him, filling him so perfectly momentarily silenced his moans.
After a few seconds of catching his breath and adjusting to Kreed’s girth, his lover slowly started to move. His thick cock dragged along his channel, igniting every nerve ending along the way. All Aaron could do was whimper in response, his voice held hostage from the intense pleasure of it all.
“So fucking tight… Wanna fuck you so hard.” It wasn’t long until Kreed’s hips were snapping in and out of him in a demanding rhythm. Kreed pulled his hips back and drove back in with sharp thrusts that had needy sounds tumbling from Aaron’s lips as his release built.
God, he loved how Kreed fucked him—the rough, demanding thrusts, the slow deep rolls of his hips, the soft grunts and hot puffs of breath on his neck. He wanted to make the moment last forever, draw it out for hours, but he was too far gone for that.
Their heavy breathing and the carnal sound of their flesh meeting filled the room, adding to the perfect wickedness of the moment. Kreed shifted position, dropping a leg to the floor and covering Aaron’s back with his chest, then fucked into him with more force.
“I love you.” Kreed’s fingertips dug into his hip bones, certain to leave bruises. Marks he’d proudly wear like a badge of honor, because they reminded him who he belonged to and that was sexy as hell.
Using one arm to brace himself on the couch, he met Kreed thrust for thrust. Loving the way Sin’s sweat-soaked skin slid along his with every surge of his hips. His own pace faltered when Kreed took him in hand and stroked him.
Kreed’s breathing changed, and Aaron could tell his man was about to come by the erratic way Kreed’s fist slid up and down his shaft. Hard and fast, the same rhythm of his thrusts.
“Ah, fuck… I’m close…” Kreed panted breathlessly.
Aaron tilted his ass and clenched his muscles. Reaching behind him, he grabbed the fleshy globe of Kreed’s flexing butt to try to draw his man deeper.
“Oh, God…Sin.” His eyes rolled back in his head as Kreed’s thickness massaged his prostate with every push of his hips. Pleasure sparked like electricity in his balls and radiated to his spine, the feeling so familiar and overwhelming he gave in to the gratification.
A wave of blissful warmth washed over him as his orgasm erupted in a powerful release that drove the air from his lungs and held his muscles captive. His ass clenched greedily around Sin’s thickness, working to draw him deeper.
“Mine.” Kreed moaned, sinking his teeth into the fleshy curve between Aaron’s shoulder and neck. The sudden twitching of Sin’s cock along with the hot warmth of his lover’s release filling him drove Aaron even higher. He couldn’t stop the spasms from totally wrecking his body as Sin pushed deeper, filling him so completely he never wanted this moment it to end.
“Yours,” he managed to whisper in promise as his body spasms intensified and he remained blissfully lost in a cycle of pleasure as Kreed’s body melted against his.
When the intensity calmed, neither of them moved. Kreed’s weight against his back kept him from sliding from the couch to the floor as he fought to suck air into his lungs. He couldn’t move—his bones had turned to noodles. They stayed in that position until their breathing slowed and Kreed’s heartbeat against his back eased into the same rhythm as his.
“You fucked me so good I don’t think I can move.” Aaron turned his head to give Kreed a sweet yet thorough kiss as his lover slipped from his body.
“What if I said let’s hop in the shower, get cleaned up, then continue this party in the bedroom… Would that motivate you?”
Aaron pushed back against Kreed, urging him up. “Why are you holding me hostage on this couch?”
No…That’s Not Russia
Seriously? This couldn’t be happening again.
Kreed’s eyes popped open. He scowled at the hotel room ceiling. He was tired as hell. The walls were paper thin, and it didn’t help that the motherfucker in the next room had an overactive sex drive. Kreed lifted a pillow, covered his face, and used his arms to secure the soft down against his ears all in an effort to drown out the latest round of “Fuck, Cody. Yeah, show me what you like, babe.” Followed by “Mmm…you are so damn hot.”
“Ugh.” Kreed rolled his eyes. For heaven’s sake, he didn’t need or want to hear that shit.
If he could figure out a way to breathe and keep this pillow over his face, he might actually be able to get some shut-eye before their seven thirty in the morning flight home. What had he been thinking? Kreed should have demanded Wilder, Inc. pay the extra money to send them home early once they’d completed their contractual onsite training course in Wilder’s California corporate offices. If he had, he wouldn’t be wide awake, listening to his soon to be ex-best-friend’s imitation of a very bad porn.
Kreed should have known from experience what Tristan had insisted would take hours of classroom training would actually take less than forty-five minutes. Wilder didn’t play with their onsite security personnel. They hired the best of the best and paid them well. He had been glad to know Tristan required classroom training, continuing education was vital in the ever-changing landscape of corporate security, but none of that mattered when he was stuck in a sleepless hell with Knox moaning and groaning in the next room.
Since the pillow had to go in favor of respiration, Kreed tossed it to the side and sucked in a deep breath, filling his lungs with fresh oxygen. He immediately heard Mitch’s groan, the very thing he’d tried to avoid. Kreed slapped the wall above the headboard hard enough to make his palm sting. To Mitch’s credit, there was a moment of silence, but the lull in activity was short-lived when Knox took the opportunity to dig further under Kreed’s skin. The groans became louder, more pronounced, and grated on his nerves like nails on a chalkboard until he couldn’t take it any longer. That fucker knew exactly what he was doing.
Perv-ass Mitch Knox could go one fucking day without a marathon masturbation session.
Getting the small bedroom had been a coin toss Kreed had won earlier in the day after they’d discovered only one hotel room had been reserved. He whipped off the blanket and stalked through the small bedroom to the living area of the suite where Knox lay on the pullout.
“Shut the fuck…” The flow of words got hung in his throat as he stepped fully into the room. Kreed had known what the hell was happening, but still, the scene of Knox stretched out, dick in hand, thin sheet barely covering his large frame shocked him. Not that he hadn’t seen Mitch’s junk before. But catching Cody on screen in a compromising position stole his words. The laptop screen was angled just right so he could see parts of Cody’s body.
His naked. Massive. Body.
Kreed immediately averted his gaze, praying that when he thought about this later, he wouldn’t remember something he could never scrub from his brain. “Goddammit, Knox.”
“Get the fuck outta here,” Mitch yelled. “You’re ruining the moment.”
Kreed rushed to the corner of the pull-out and grabbed for the laptop.
“He’ll see you in the morning, Turner.” Kreed snapped the laptop closed as Mitch tried to jump from the bed. Kreed swiped the cell phone from the end table as he sprinted the several steps back to his bedroom door. He breathed a sigh of relief when he caught sight of Mitch tangled in the sheets, stumbling to the floor as he lost his footing. He absolutely didn’t feel like engaging in a game of keep-away with his naked and highly pissed off partner. “Go to bed. You’ll get these back in the mor
ning.” Kreed quickly closed the door and set the lock. He tucked the electronics under his arm as he hurriedly moved a chair underneath the door handle for added security.
“Dammit, douche, open the fucking door,” Mitch demanded as he pounded on the door and twisted the knob.
“No! Go to bed,” Kreed shouted back, dumping the confiscated equipment on the dresser.
“Just ’cause you ain’t got an active sex life doesn’t mean I don’t,” Mitch quipped, making Kreed roll his eyes as he turned toward the bed.
“Go to bed,” Kreed yelled again, wondering what their neighbors thought of all this racket. As he crawled back in bed, he heard another more forceful thump. He supposed Mitch may have used his shoulder to try and force the door open. It didn’t budge. Kreed shrugged, pretty impressive for walls that were paper thin.
“Screw you. You’re a fucking piece of shit…” Mitch got quieter, only proving that he’d given up on the door for the time being. Kreed heard some scooting then a couple of loud thumps. The best Kreed could tell, it sounded like Mitch was throwing a fit. Any damage was coming out of his paycheck, not their company’s bottom line.
Things got quiet for a second. Just as Kreed reached over to turn off the lamp, the television in the other room came on, except the volume had been turned full blast. It sounded like it was right inside his room with him. Kreed jumped out of bed, going for the door, sticking his ear against the cold wood. He’d bet his last dollar the fuck-turd had moved the television in front of the door separating them. Outraged at the lengths Mitch would go to, Kreed took several steps backward, balling his fists. Man, he wished Mitch was standing in front of him—he’d knock his ass out.
It took a second, maybe more like ten, but Kreed calmed enough to realize if he opened that door, Mitch would ultimately win this battle. The perv could dart in, get his shit, and Kreed would be right back in the same boat he’d been in before all this started. Which was better? Listening to what sounded like the 700 Club on volume level seventy-two or listening to Mitch grunt out his overly expressive love session with Cody.
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