Indebted (11 page)

Facing out to look at both of us, he says, “I’m so glad to see you two getting along. Thank you both for behaving.” We both nod. Glancing back up at me, he asks, “Lee, do you think it would be rude to your friends if I have a dance with Kyle? I haven’t seen him in so long, and I want to catch up a little.”

Oh, I don’t like this at all. I have to relax a little, though. I don’t want to hurt Aaron’s feelings.

Putting my hand on the side of his face, I rub his smooth cheek with my thumb as I answer, “No, babe, it’s fine. Just as long as you remember who you’re with.”

I wink and then kiss those luscious lips again. Groaning at the sheer pleasure of having them against mine, I deepen the kiss. He grunts and tightens his arms around me. As our tongues duel, I reach down and grab handfuls of his cute little cheeks, squeezing them together to make the plug rub him. He pulls his mouth from mine and moans rather loudly.

His eyes are slightly glazed over and I chuckle a little, giving him one more kiss. “I’m going to return to the table. When you’re done, you want to head back there?”

He gives me a stupefied smile. “Sure thing. Then we can have that dance you promised me earlier.”

“You better believe it. I’m looking forward to it. I have been all day.” Letting go of him, I give a pointed glare at Kyle before I leave them.

It will only be one dance, and that’s all I think I can stomach.

When I reach the table, Addison is sitting there with a mischievous glint in her eye. I feel like turning right back around and running, because I know I’m in for the “Addison Inquisition.”

Just as I sit down, she starts in with her questions. “So, did you find Aaron?”

Keeping my answers simple, I say, “Yeah—he’s fine.”

“Why hasn’t he come back with you?”

I wish I had a better answer than I do, because I know she is going to have a field day with this. “He, um… met up with an old school buddy and wants to catch up for a few.”

“Oh? That’s nice.” She looks at me disbelievingly. “Is this buddy good-looking?”

Here we go—Addison is trying to act coy, but I know where she’s heading with this and it’s exactly where my thoughts were from the beginning. “Hmmm…. You know, Addison, I really didn’t notice.”

Rolling her eyes, she continues, “Suuuure you didn’t. If you had, you would’ve been all over Aaron, marking your territory. Of course you didn’t notice.”

I am taking a swig of my beer as she says that, and I nearly choke on it. I decide not to comment.

“So, you both met this weekend, right? He didn’t seem to know you yesterday.”

Oh, fuckin’ great. How am I supposed to answer this? I can’t use the stupid story I came up with when Kyle asked.

“Well, he came in the other day to discuss some business matters, and we kinda hit it off. We, um… got a little carried away in the office, and now we’re hanging out this weekend.” I glance over to see if Addison bought it.

She seems to have, if that big goofy grin on her face is any indication. “That’s great, Liam! You’ve been alone too long. I like this Aaron guy, mainly because of the smile he puts on your face.”

I literally have a blush on my face when I notice I’m smiling.

Tristan nods and gives me the thumbs up. “Yeah, man, I haven’t seen you this happy in a while. Although it appears that someone else likes Aaron too.”

He motions to the dance floor, so I turn around, dreading what I’m about to see. There’s my man, wrapped in Kyle’s arms He’s sliding his hands all over Aaron’s body as he grinds against his ass.

“Motherfucker!” I grunt out, slamming my empty bottle on the table as I stand up. I turn to my friends. “I think it’s time I have a little dance with my date. See you guys later.”

I hear them laughing behind me, but I don’t have time for snide comments right now. I have to get those hands off my guy. By the time I make my way through the crowd, they are looking at each other again, with Aaron’s back facing me. I walk right up and put my hands on his hips.

Leaning down, I whisper in his ear. “You mind if I cut in?”

In answer, he shoves his ass up to grind against my groin. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I give Kyle a quick tilt of my head, telling him his time is up.

He acknowledges it by saying, “Aaron, I have to get going. You have my number, right?”

“Yeah, I’ve got it. Are you sure you have to go?”
Yes, he has to fuckin’ go.
He’s had more than enough time to grope Aaron.

“I have an early appointment in the morning, so….”

Sighing, Aaron says his good-byes. Now it’s time to have a little fun. Leaning him against me, I angle my growing hardness so it’s right up against his plug. I start to move my hips to the beat of the music, hitting the toy with almost every movement. I can hear him groan each time.

His body trembles, as his hips, seemingly of their own accord, join in grinding against me. Briskly, he turns around, placing his arms around my neck. I slide my leg between his knees and grasp his cheeks, rubbing his dick up against me.

He sucks in a stuttered breath, and in what is supposed to be stern voice, he warns me, “You keep that up, and I’m going to jizz. Then we’ll have to leave, because I refuse to wander around this club in messy pants.”

“Hmm…. Doesn’t sound like a bad idea to me. I did promise you some dances, though.”

Smiling at me, he agrees. “Yes, you did.”

As the night rolls on, I enjoy the beat of the music with this amazing man moving against me. I love the feel of him in my arms and I would give anything to have him bare chested right now and be skin to skin. We flow as well together here as we do in bed.

Time passes, and we take a break to get some drinks, then head back out on the floor. After dancing through countless songs and more shots than our minds can bear, everything becomes fuzzy with the haze of lust and alcohol. His hard little body is rubbing up against me, and I moan as he shoves his ass in an upward motion, following the length of my cock. With a groan, I lean forward and graze my lips along his neck, making my way to his ear. I nip it, and then soothe the sting with my tongue.

Massaging my fingers along his chest, I whisper, “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?”

I hear him whimper and he grabs my hands, leading them slowly down his tight stomach. With my fingertips grazing his hard package, he moans out, “If it’s anything like you’re doing to me, you’re going nuts and are ready to fuck right here.”

Grunting at the thought of doing just that, I don’t give a fuck who is watching at this point. I want nothing more than to be inside him at this moment.

He turns suddenly in my arms and snakes his own around my waist. I trail my hands up his firm butt to catch his swaying hips while his soft fingertips make their way under the hem of my shirt, grazing my lower back. My muscles twitch under his attention, my body humming with electricity. I can’t take it anymore—gripping the back of his neck, I attach my lips to his urgently, with a frenzy of need.

Moaning loudly, I pull his head back by his hair and leave wet, openmouthed kisses along his refined jaw, down to his Adam’s apple. Stopping there, I nip and suck on it. Aaron makes a mewling sound and digs his blunt fingernails into my back. Hissing at the pleasure of the sting, my palms grasp back on to his firm behind.

Aaron grunts while shaking and he pants out, “So close.”

As he says this, Tristan taps me on the shoulder. “Dude, you two need to cool it, you’re putting on quite the show. Not that some mind, obviously, but I figure you might want to take it to a more private place.”

Peering around the room, I notice we have gathered a small audience.

Aaron notices too, and with a blush, he hides his face in my chest, whispering, “Oh my God, how embarrassing.”

I rub his back to soothe him and chuckle, turning my attention back to Tristan. “Yeah, definitely time to go. Sorry we didn’t end up hanging out much, man.”

“Oh, that’s okay. Addison and I have had our own fun,” he answers, as he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. I laugh, shaking my head at his antics as he continues, “I noticed you two are swaying a little more than the music calls for. I called one of our private cars to take you back to your place. I’ll have another guy pick up your car and have it delivered.”

I hadn’t even thought about how we were going to get home. I’m glad at least Tristan is thinking on his feet. “Thanks, man, much appreciated.”

Tristan takes off to find Addison, to do more of God knows what to that woman. Leaning down, I whisper in Aaron’s ear, “You ready to leave?”

Glancing up at me, he nods, and we make our way through the crowd. In the car, the driver has the privacy screen up, so we go right back to where we were on the dance floor. Aaron with his inhibitions gone is a really fuckin’ awesome thing. He immediately stretches up and attacks my throat with his teeth and lips. I lay my head back on the seat, enjoying the feel of his soft, wet tongue on my skin. Yanking the collar of my shirt down to give him better access, he makes his way to my collarbones. When he grazes his teeth along one of them, it sends a sharp surge of heat right to my groin.

Panting, I warn him, “You’re driving me crazy.”

Looking at me with a devious smirk on his face, he tells me, “Not yet, I’m not.” With that, he starts opening my fly.

“Oh fuck, yes. Put your hands on me.” My cock is trying hard to help push down the zipper to be free.

I sigh, relieved to be out of the confines of my pants. The air hitting the sensitive skin causes my dick to twitch. I’m aching badly for him to touch me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he reclines his body slightly and takes me deep into his throat.

Slamming my head back against the seat, I whimper, “Oh fuck… holy hell… ah, Aaron.”

He stills for a minute, swallowing around me before lifting back off slightly. I desperately need more, and I nudge his head with my hand, feeling his giggles vibrate along my shaft.

Not to be put off, I order, “Fuckin’ move, Aaron—now.”

Groaning, he starts to move, apparently liking the order. The wet sound of his mouth giving me pleasure fills the cab of the car. I can guarantee the driver knows exactly what’s going on in here, because there’s no way I can be quiet. Not that I give a fuck—my boy has his mouth right where it belongs. I decide to play with giving more orders.

“That’s fuckin’ right, boy, work that cock. Show me how much you like it.” I move his head with my hand to a rhythm that suits me. Moaning, he wraps his teeth lightly around my sensitive skin and I feel the urge to come hard, so I pull him off me and direct him to my sack. “Suck my balls, there you go. Oh fuck…. So good.”

He takes one, then the other into his mouth, giving each proper attention. Reaching my hand out to clench his ass cheek, I rub my thumb along the still-embedded plug. He makes a mewling sound and pushes his ass back into my hand. I continue my attentions, making him give off all sorts of delicious noises, each one producing a resonance on my swollen orbs.

I’m getting frantic with the need to orgasm, and I can tell Aaron is too. He’s humping the seat in a frenzy. Thankfully, the car stops, and we are home. We pant hard as we right our clothing, stopping every few seconds to kiss.

Once inside my condo, we rid ourselves of our clothes. My need is making me wild, and as I’m getting the lube and condom, I order him, “Bend over the arm of the couch. I can’t be gentle right now, Aaron, I’m too far gone.”

He whines. “Oh fuck, yes, I can’t wait for you to take me—fuck me now.”

My cock twitches at the sound of his urgency. As I watch him position himself, I pull the condom on and lube up.

“Did you forget who’s giving the orders right now?”

I can’t help but play with the plug. Slowly, I pull the toy halfway out, dribbling some lube on it. Pausing to tease him, I hear him whine at the loss. On that cue, I start plunging it in and out of his fluttering entrance.

Whimpering, he answers, “No, Liam, you are… please.”

With that one begging word, he unravels me the rest of the way. Briskly, I take out the plug and squirt a little more lube at his entrance. In one swift motion, I enter him, harshly groaning at the feel of finally being inside him. He pushes his butt back into me, taking in as much as I can give him.

“Please, fuck me… need you to take me.” With flashes of him dancing with Kyle, I pull almost all the way out, then plunge right back in, hard. He screams out, “Yes! Liam… harder… uhn, give it to me!”

Breathing hard with desire and exertion, I say, “That’s right, Aaron….” I snap my hips strongly with each following word. “I’m the one who makes you feel this way, not Kyle or anyone else.” Pausing, I watch him cry out and grip the cushions of the seat. “Who makes you scream? Who?”

He wails, “You do, only Liam makes me feel this way.”

Satisfied, I bring his back up to meet my chest, wrapping my arms around him, and I hold his weight up as I continue my onslaught. He lays his head back against my shoulder, moaning at the new position.

Sucking and kissing on his neck, I whisper, “That’s right, baby, no matter what. Remember that.”

The intensity of emotions I’m feeling hits me like a brick, and my orgasm is happening before I can hedge it off. Releasing my load inside him, I grunt in deep satisfaction. Aaron yells out and comes too, shooting rope after rope of hot, white fluid all over my couch.

Resting my arm on the back of the sofa, I bend over, panting. Aaron is trembling, and it feels like he’s going to collapse at any moment. I grab a wad of tissues from the end table and lean over him to wipe the couch before I gain enough strength and carry him to our bed. I take a moment to clean us both up before we drop into bed and curl up together. With all the alcohol and fulfilling pleasure, sleep finds us.

When we wake up really late on Sunday, both of us are a little hung over, so we take it easy. We lie in bed nibbling on food, sometimes feeding each other little bits while watching cartoons. Seeing him laugh at the antics on the screen makes me realize this is one of the most enjoyable times in my life, if not the
most
enjoyable.