Once he’d bottomed out, groin pressed against the smooth skin of Aiden’s ass, he stilled, waiting for his next command. It came immediately.
“Fuck me, Michael. Slow and easy.”
With a hiss of pleasure, Mike pulled out until the ring of muscle caught on the head of his cock, then slipped back inside. After he twice repeated the motion, he sought approval from his dom. “Like that?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.
Aiden answered in a husky whisper of his own. “Mmmm... Yes. Like that.”
Mike continued with the slow pace, dragging his cock along Aiden’s hot, silky walls. With each maddeningly slow push and pull, the urge to go faster and harder grew, until his thigh muscles quivered with the strain of holding back. Unable to resist, he thrust in hard once, withdrew, then quickly did it once more before resuming his even strokes.
“Mmmm...Michael. That felt good.”
“Yeah?”
“Do it again.”
With several quick snaps of his hips, Mike gave Aiden what he asked for. Then he paused, heart pounding, breath suspended, waiting for Aiden’s command.
“Keep going, Michael. Hard and deep and fast,” Aiden breathlessly ordered.
Mike shifted to get closer, twisting his hips to push his cock in deeper. Settled in, he started with a new pace—long drags out, quick slams in. The power behind each thrust rocked Aiden on the bed and made his luscious ass jiggle. Even with that, Aiden still demanded more.
“Harder. Harder!”
Mike gladly gave into the demand. He gripped Aiden’s slim hips, fingers digging in to hold his lover steady while he pistoned into him. Each thrust was hard and deep, the sound of their bodies slapping together loud and satisfying. Heat built up low in his belly and his balls drew up tight, he was close,so close, to exploding. But then...
“Don’t come until I tell you to.”
Mike growled low in frustration. Heneededto come; his cock was absolutelythrobbingwith the urge to climax. But he held on, jaw clenched hard, nostrils flaring as he breathed in the warm scent of their sex. He spied Aiden’s hand moving, reaching between his legs again. This time he gripped his cock, and began stroking in rhythm with Mike’s thrusts. Mike ran his eyes over his lover as they moved together, the curve in his spine, the flex in his bicep as he jerked himself off.
“Ah!” Aiden gasped. “Ah, Michael! I’m... Ah!”
It was worse... no...betterwhen Aiden came. Hips jerking wildly, he worked himself back and forth on Mike’s cock, moan after moan issuing from between his parted lips. His channel squeezed Mike’s cock tight as his inner muscles clenched with his release—so tight he could barely keep up his thrusts. Mike’s breath caught in his chest, sweat trickling down his spine as he fucked Aiden through his orgasm while holding back his own. It seemed as if it was forever before the tight clenching of Aiden’s channel eased and his moans dwindled to softly panting breaths. Blissed out, Aiden went limp, hand dropping to the mattress. A soft, lazy whisper drifted up from the bed.
“Be a good boy and come for me, Michael.”
Allowed to let go, Mike threw his head back, a raw shout of pure pleasure erupting from his throat. A flash of green appeared on the ceiling. Alarmed, Mike clenched his eyes shut before his power could fully activate and punch a hole in the roof. Eyes closed, he slammed his cock into Aiden with short, stiff thrusts. The release was coming, rising within him. His cock throbbed, his balls heavy and tight. And then, it hit him all at once. Tingling from his head to his toes, the pulsing pleasure magnified in his cock as his climax burst free. Mike shouted again, working his hips until he’d wrung every ounce of sensation from the explosive release.
As the orgasm faded into gradually disappearing ripples, Mike stayed on his knees. He maintained his hold on Aiden’s hips, but loosely now, heart racing as he caught his breath. Aiden moved forward in slow increments until he disconnected their bodies. Mike’s fingers flexed, tempted to try to keep him in place so he could stay inside him a little longer. But he was already softening, which meant he wouldn’t have been able to anyway. He slipped free of his lover, the cool air in the room replacing the lovely warmth he’d been engulfed in.
Aiden wiggled up to the head of the bed. He settled on a pillow, laying on his side, propped up on an elbow. As he lay there, he was the picture of sexual satisfaction—face flushed and dewy, eyes heavy-lidded, lips curled in a small content smile.
“Come here,” he said patting the spot next to him on the mattress.
Mike drew in a single deep breath and let it out before he moved to join Aiden where he indicated. Aiden pushed him to lay on his side too. He brushed the short strands of hair back from Mike’s damp forehead, then continued running his fingers through it. Mike closed his eyes, basking in the attention.
“You did good,” Aiden said as he stroked his hair. “Made me feel amazing, just like you said you would.”
Warmth curled in Mike’s belly at the praise. He pushed his head closer to Aiden’s petting fingers, seeking more of his touch. “Thank you, Sir.”
“I think I’m gonna like you calling me that,” Aiden said as his fingertips trailed down to brush over Mike’s lips, and then slide along his jawline.
Mike opened his eyes and looked up. Tiger gold eyes stared down at him—the blazing heat of passion within them now banked to glowing fondness.
“I know I’m going to like it,” he replied. He did. His urge to please was like nothing he’d ever felt before when he called AidenSir.
Aiden’s smile widened a tiny bit. “Good,” he whispered before he leaned down and pressed his lips to Mike’s in the gentlest of kisses.