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 glared at him as Aiden lined up his cock against his asshole. “I am. It’s still unnatural and unhygienic.”
Aiden rolled his eyes with a grin. “You aren’t the one who’ll have to clean jizz out of your asshole, so shut up and enjoy, Your Highness.” And he sank down onto Zain’s erection, his breath hitching as his desire to be filled up was finally satisfied.
“Ohh,” he sighed, laying his head on Zain’s shoulder. He rocked back and forth a little but otherwise remained seated on Zain’s cock.
“Aren’t you going to move?” Zain said by his ear. He was breathing unsteadily, his hands coming to rest on Aiden’s ass.
“It feels good this way too,” Aiden said softly, almost dreamily. “The fullness. It’s delicious. Your cock is thick enough to make me feel good even when it’s not moving. I could sit on your cock all day. Can I sit on your cock all day? You can use me as a cocksleeve. Your personal cockwarmer.” He shivered, the idea going straight to his cock. To just sit there and be a wet hole for Zain to fuck…
“I’ve never seen a bigger slut than you,” Zain said, biting his neck. His hips started moving, fucking up into Aiden’s hole. “You’re a whore for cock.”
“You made me into one.” Aiden moaned, gyrating his hips. “Oh god, don’t stop.”
Zain didn’t stop. Aiden was of little help, but Zain made fucking up into him look effortless. Zain fucked like a machine, steady and relentless. Aiden could only hold onto his wide shoulders and whimper helplessly, rocked up with every thrust of Zain’s cock.
“Be quiet,” Zain gritted out, his features contorted as though in pain. “You’re loud.”
“I can’t—aah—ahh—so good… Why does this feel so good with you—you’re a dick—”
Zain crushed his mouth against his, probably to shut him up, but Aiden didn’t mind. He whimpered into Zain’s mouth, sucking on his tongue greedily as Zain’s cock hammered into him, again and again. God—god—he couldn’t get enough—almost, almost there—
Aiden came so hard tears sprang to his eyes, a sob leaving his throat as he clung to Zain’s firm body with all his strength. His hole squeezed around Zain’s cock, and Zain groaned and spilled into him, his fingers digging hard into Aiden’s buttocks. Having another man’s come in his asshole should probably have felt more weird. Bizarrely, it didn’t.
Panting, Aiden put his head back onto Zain’s shoulder, his arms relaxing their death-grip on Zain’s back and shifting to a tired embrace. God. He felt so good.
“This was awesome,” he murmured into Zain’s neck. His voice sounded drunk. He felt drunk. “You’re such a good fuck.”
Zain made a sound that was a mix of exasperated and disgusted. “Get off my cock.”
Aiden lifted his head and smiled at him, stretching lazily. “Not until you admit that it was awesome.”
Zain gave him the stink eye.
Aiden blew him a kiss and reluctantly got off him, wincing a little as Zain’s cock slipped out. Tugging his boxers and sweatpants up, he carefully sat down in the chair to Zain’s right.
Grabbing a fork, he reached for a sausage and started eating.
It took him a while to notice the weird stare Zain was giving him.
“What?” Aiden said, after he finished chewing.
“Are you really going to sit there and eat with your ass full of my come?”
Aiden’s dick twitched again. He shrugged. “Why not? I’m hungry, and it’s not like anyone will feed me if I miss breakfast.”
Zain’s expression did something complicated: it almost seemed like he was about to smile but stopped.
Aiden blinked and looked back at his food. He didn’t think he could handle it if Zain suddenly started smiling at him. This ridiculous infatuation was bad enough as it was.
He ate in silence for a while, but eventually he couldn’t resist glancing back at Zain.
But Zain wasn’t looking at him anymore.
Aiden wanted his attention back. He tried to fight the feeling, but it was useless: instead of satisfying him, the sex seemed to have made him more desperate for Zain’s attention, not less. God, this was awful.
“I’m full,” Aiden said, pushing his plate away. When that didn’t make Zain look at him, he took a grape and threw it at his face.
“You’re a child,” Zain said without looking at him.
“Not sure what that says about you, then,” Aiden said with a smile, hooking their ankles under the table.
That finally made Zain look at him. There wasn’t a trace of a smile on his face anymore. “Stop this nonsense,” he said.
“What nonsense?” Aiden said, propping his chin on his hand and giving him an innocent look.
“This.” Zain glowered at him, unhooking their ankles. “The touching, the flirting, the—the smiles. It’s irritating. And unwelcome.”
Before Aiden could say anything, the door opened and Gadiel walked in.
Aiden tensed up.
“Hey,” Gadiel said, looking a little uncertain when he met Aiden’s gaze before smiling at him.