Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Aidan nodded. “Stand up,” he ordered, and I did. “Strip.”
The single-word command made my body feel as if it was misfiring. Like there was electricity shooting around inside me.
I pulled my shirt over my head, dropped it to the floor, and stepped out of my underwear. I always felt so young next to him. He had hair on his chest, and I didn’t. I was smaller boned, shorter, littler in every way, but he looked at me with lust and fire, and there was nothing I wanted more than to be consumed by him.
“Kneel and take off my shoes.”
Oh God, yes! I went down and untied and removed his shoes.
“Now my socks.”
I took those off too. Then…then I leaned in and kissed the top of one foot, then the other. I felt his eyes on me as I did so, but he didn’t pull away or tell me not to.
Aidan stood, his soft cock hanging from his underwear. He had neatly trimmed dark hair there, the same midnight shade as what was on his head, only it was tighter, rougher. Jesus, it had been incredible having his cock in my mouth, filling it, fucking it, choking on it, having him steal my breath with it. He’d swelled so big for me, both longer and thicker than I was, but I didn’t care about that. I liked that Aidan was bigger than me there too. He was gorgeous soft as well. I wondered if he would let me suck him when he wasn’t hard, sleep between his legs. I would do it, and I would love it.
“Take off my clothes.”
My fingers were shaky as I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. I pushed his jeans and trunks down his legs next, and he stepped out of them. “You’re…perfect,” rushed out of my mouth, and Aidan chuckled softly.
“Come on. We’re going to shower.”
I followed Aidan to the bathroom, where he turned the water on. When he had it to temperature, he opened the glass doors and signaled for me to go inside. He plucked my sponge from where it hung, squirted my bodywash into it, and began to clean me.
“I thought I was supposed to be serving you?”
“You’re supposed to do as I say. That’s where the service is. If I want to wash you, I will. If I tell you to wash me, you will.”
“Yes, Sir.” I mean, it wasn’t like I was going to argue. This was nice too.
Aidan slowly scrubbed my entire body—chest, back, arms, legs, avoiding my cock, which was already hard again, and my ass. He didn’t have an erection, and I had to admit, that made mine deflate a bit.
Finally, he rubbed the rough sponge between my legs, over my cock and balls. I hissed, and he smacked my hip. “Remember, you’re not allowed to come unless I say you can.”
“Yes…yes, Sir.” I really, really wanted to come.
“Turn around,” he ordered, and I did so. Aidan washed my ass, rubbed my hole with the sponge. I trembled, my cock leaking. I wanted to beg him to do it more, to touch me and finger me and then fuck me until I couldn’t breathe or move. I wanted to be ruined by Aidan so he would know that no one could ever fulfill me like him and I would never need anyone except him.
I cried out when he pulled away.
“Wash me,” Aidan ordered. I felt weak, my knees like they didn’t want to hold me up, but I took the sponge from him, added more bodywash, and smiled at the thought of my soap mixing with his scent.
“What has you grinning?”
“You…and smelling like both of us.”
“Christ, you’re a delight.”
My mouth watered as I washed him. I wanted to lick him clean instead of using soap. I wanted to get on my knees and suck him until he got hard and then take his load again, even if he didn’t allow me to come.
When I finished washing him, Aidan stepped under the spray and rinsed off. Then he put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me down. I went willingly, hungrily.
“Jack off while doing it, but don’t come before I do. It’s free game after that. If you disappoint me, you won’t be coming for a very long time.”
“Oh God.” I licked the head of his cock. It tasted like soap and Aidan. I lapped at his balls next, hoping I was doing a good job, that I was what he wanted. I loved the feel of his sac against my tongue, wished he smelled more musky and like him.
I took his prick into my mouth next, sucked it and stroked it with one hand, the other working my own erection. My balls were tight and full, the pressure already starting to build. It might kill me not to come until he did, but I was determined to make my Sir proud.