Page 57 of Knight
He gave a strangled whimper, and I plunged down, sucking his cock in. He came instantly, pulsing over my tongue, crying out so loudly I could just imagine all those people in that dark club getting a rush of pleasure from it.
My cock throbbed in my pants. I was near to coming without a touch.
Aiden pushed my shoulder. “Get up here. My turn.”
I stood on shaky legs and he shoved my sweats and underwear down. He sucked my cock in, forgoing the teasing he’dgiven me last night. I buried a hand in his hair, holding on as pleasure rushed through me.
He pulled off with a pop. “The people in the club are listening to you too, Knight. You gonna give them a show?”
I groaned. “Fuck yeah. Let them hear how hot you make me.”
He dove down on my cock once more, taking it into his throat, and I erupted. It occurred to me only after I’d come that Aiden had wanted to use a condom the first time we were together.
“Fuck,” I said, yanking up my sweats and collapsing into my chair at the table. “Sorry. Should have asked if you were okay with that. I didn’t wear a condom.”
Aiden picked up his coffee and finished it, smooth as anything, and winked at me. “I know you a lot better now. It’s still a risk, but I know you wouldn’t endanger me.”
“I wouldn’t,” I agreed. “I, uh, haven’t really been all that active lately.”
“No?” He smirked. “There goes that bad-boy image you tried to give me.”
I laughed. “Guess so. Not that I wouldn’t fuck you in front of a crowd of onlookers. I’d lay you over one of the pool tables at Ball Breakers and let everyone hear just how much you like it.”
“Jesus,” he muttered.
“But only if you wanted me to,” I added. “I’m all about consent, baby.”
“Good to know.”
I stood to clear the dishes. Aiden leaped to his feet. “No, you cooked. I’ll wash.”
“You sure?”
“I can handle loading a dishwasher.” He gave me a push. “Go relax before you have to go to work.”
I wanted to invite him to relax in bed with me again, but I had a feeling that Aiden would frown on that. I retreated to the sofa and dropped down, a satisfied smile tugging at my lips.
My phone rang, and I checked the display. Matteo.
I picked up the call while I watched Aiden bend over the dishwasher. Damn, that view was sweet.
“Hey, Matteo. What’s up?”
“Knight, glad I caught you. I got a call from Tex’s parole officer yesterday.”
I straightened, my attention fully caught. “And?”
“He missed his appointment.”
“Shit.”
“I talked his parole officer into giving him one more chance. He’s got a make-up appointment scheduled in just over a week. Can you talk to him?”
“I wish, man. He’s not taking my calls.”
“Damn. Hollywood said the same thing, but I thought they might have a personal beef.”
“Yeah, pretty sure they do, but it’s been radio silence for me. Ghost said he’d heard from him. I’ll ask him to get in touch.”
