Page 36 of Seasons of Love
I kneeled between his legs and fed him my thumb, which he licked and sucked on as if it were my dick. I treated it as a promise, but not for that moment because I needed him inside me, stat.
"I never pinned you for a red underwear man," I said, running my hands up his thighs until the tips of my fingers ghosted over his erection.
He hissed. "Oh yeah? What did you pin me as?"
"Someone who likes to take control, but you'll give it up for the right man. Someone who isn't afraid to be himself. You're dark, sexy leather, but sometimes you're soft, silky satin."
I bent down to kiss his cock over his underwear. My mouth watered at the thought of sucking him and hearing him moan under my touch.
"Aid." His voice was raspy and full of need. Wren was the only person that had ever called me Aid, but the nickname coming from Slade's lips sounded so different. It was like a prayer only I could answer.
I pulled his boxer shorts down and under his ass until they were gone. His cock was thick and long, framed by a trimmed thatch of grey hair. I hoped he didn't mind that other than shaving my balls, I didn't trim my pubic hair.
His cock was heavy in my hand, like a satin-covered rod of steel. I cringed at my own thoughts, but once a romance author, always a romance author. And Slade's cock was very much romance-novel worthy.
"Are you going to suck it or write stories in your head about it?"”
I looked up at him.
"I’m not the only one who's easy to read, Aid." He ran his hand over my head, gently. "And I definitely want to know what that dirty little mind of yours was thinking, but I'll get a complex if you don't actually—"
His words got stuck in his throat at the same time his cock went deep into mine. Because, apparently, I’d decided I had no gag reflex and wanted Slade's dick in my mouth so much that I couldn't wait to find out if I could fit it all in.
I couldn't. Of course, I couldn't. His romance-novel-worthy cock was too big, but fuck it felt amazing in my mouth. If only it were possible to have it in my mouth and get fucked by it at the same time.
"Aid, fuck…stop."
As soon as I released him, he pulled me up on his lap so I was straddling him again and kissed me until I failed to remember my name.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"You were in another world. Jesus, Aid. I nearly blew in your mouth."
"You make it sound like it's a bad thing," I said.
"It is if you still want to…you know. My recovery time isn't what it used to be."
There was no way I'd tell him what I had in mind when I was sucking him, but the thought he nearly lost it made me hot all over.
He took a deep, steadying breath and ran his hands over my chest and down my belly until they reached my cock.
"God, you're so beautiful, Aiden."
"Says the sex-on-legs, hot silver-fox biker."
“You seem to have a thing for bikers,” he said.
“I do now.”
I rolled the condom down his length and added some lube to it. Then I ran a lubed finger over my hole.
Slade held me up. One of his hands stroked my length, while the other followed my hand as I prepped.
"Need to make sure you're ready," he said.
"I'm ready." I raised myself up on my knees and lined his cock with my hole.
"Aiden, that wasn't enough."
