Indebted (34 page)

Shut up and stop babbling. You’re sounding like a damn woman again. What the fuck is up with you? Get this date going and then go fuck like a real man. That will fix it.

Oh yes, I like my mind’s ideas every now and then. The thought of fucking Aaron has me raring to go.

“Liam, you there?” Tristan’s voice startles me out of my lust.

“Yeah, uh, sorry, I got distracted. I’m so glad you’re feeling better, but I gotta go. I’ll be home soon with answers… promise.”

“Take care, Lee. See you soon.”

Hanging up, I feel content. I finally have some answers and I don’t have to worry anymore.

“You ready to go have some fun?” I say, turning to Aaron.

“Abso-fucking-lutely. Now that we know things on the home front are good, I’m ready for some more fun. The movie was excellent, but I’m suddenly feeling a little rowdy. What’s next on the list?”

Yeah, Liam, what’s next on the list? Fuck if I know. Damn small towns.

I think back to earlier this evening, and the bars pop into my mind. I never did get to take him to shoot pool. Even though this city is limited, they have to have something better than the dangerous dives I hang out in back home.

“How would you like to go get a drink?”

“If that’s your idea of a party, then let’s hit it.”

Aaron apparently has the weight of the worry lifted off him as well, because he is frisky as we head to the pool hall. His hands are driving me crazy as his fingers trail the inner length of my thigh, making lazy circles and getting ever closer to where I want them to be, yet never reaching it. I’m about to lose my shit on some old lady on the way there, when our speed drops way below the designated limit.

Frustrated, I honk my horn at her, and yell, “Come on!”

Aaron, ever the smartass, starts laughing and says, “Don’t drive angry.”

His quoting the scene from Groundhog Day has the visual of the silly animal steering the truck popping into my head. I can’t stop myself from chuckling.

Thank fuck we reach the tavern when we do, or Liam Junior would have had a permanent imprint of my pants zipper. My little laughing break does nothing to stop the roaming hands of my man.

After entering the place, we realize it’s the bar from the movie. It’s really cool to peek around the place, and Aaron looks like he’s going to jump out of his skin with excitement.

Liam Junior has settled, finally, as we get our drinks and make our way over to the only open pool table. The joint is jumpin’ with the same people we passed on the street today. They’re obviously desperate for some entertainment like we are. Aaron scans the table as if he’s trying to figure out what to do with it. It never dawned on me he wouldn’t know how to play.

Walking up behind him, I wrap my arms around him and nestle my face into his neck. “Babe, do you know how to play? I can teach you.”

“Well, I have once or twice—wasn’t very good at it, though. I hope you don’t mind going against a rookie.” He winks.

I happen to be quite good, and I have to admit, it excites me to be able to show off a bit. “Okay, then, since you have less experience, I’ll let you break.”

Aaron smiles flirtingly at me. “Aww, my big, strong man is going to let me have control over his balls. Now you’re asking for it.”

He proceeds to bend over, sticking his ass out a little more than necessary to make the break. Seeing those tempting globes suddenly makes it hard to be comfortable in these loose-fitting jeans. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and he most certainly has control of my balls. Of course, I’m not going to admit that.

With a sharp crack, the stripes and colors roll around the table. Aaron’s face is serious as he studies the layout, trying to see which will be better to pick—stripes or solids. I do the same and I’m hoping he picks solids, because I’m fucked and not in a good way if I’m stuck with them.

Tapping his chin, Aaron states, “Hmm, I think I’ll take stripes.”

Yep, fucked.

As the game progresses, and with each striped ball that sinks into a pocket, I realize my sweet little man has hustled me. Finally, I’m able to take my shot.

Zeroing in on the first of my balls, I’m startled by his hot breath on my ear and his fingertips running up my spine. “You want a beer, babe?”

My cock jumps and so does my other stick, causing me to scratch. I glance at him and he’s looking way too innocent.
The little shit did that to you on purpose.

Two can play at that. “I tell ya what. I’ll go get the drinks and you take your turn. Sound good?”

Biting his lip to keep from smiling, he nods. I don’t think he knows I’ve caught on to his little game, and that is going to work to my advantage. I’m going to make him so sorry for messing with me. The next game, it’s on.

With drinks in hand, I watch him sink the eight ball. Aaron turns to take the beer from me, looking completely full of himself for wiping the floor with me.

“Okay, smarty pants, let’s play again. I’m betting you can’t beat me twice. I’ll even give you the opening shot.”

He laughs at this. “You think you can beat me? I think you’re all talk, big man. What will I get if I win this time?”

He waggles his eyebrows, and the lust in his eyes as they roam my body makes me ache. I’m close to saying, “Fuck the game and let’s get out of here.” I lick my lips at the thought that pops into my mind. It’s win-win, really.

Leaning forward, I run the tip of my tongue up the rim his ear and then nip the lobe, making Aaron moan and grasp my waist. “Whoever wins this one gets sucked off at the time and place of their choice. No questions asked or complaining.”

His forehead rests against my shoulder and he pants, “Oh God, yes—deal.”

All the images have me hard as a rock, but I know I need to concentrate if I’m going to get what I want—his fucking sexy mouth sucking me.

One of the waitresses passes by and clears her throat loudly. I am close to flipping the bitch off, but I don’t want to ruin our evening. Instead, I step aside and rack the set. Our choices are quickly made on patterns and we start making shots. He swiftly gets the upper hand and I decide it’s time to start my game plan.

“So, Aaron, have you thought about your choice of location yet? You know, if you win?” I say casually, waiting for his eyes to turn to me.

That’s right, watch me.
Deliberately, I lean my head back and take a big guzzle of my beer, making sure my throat is exposed. His lips part and his eyes fill with need, as he watches my Adam’s apple bob. A small drip runs down my chin as I finish my swallow. Knowing how much he loves my abs, I go in for the kill, lifting my shirt to dry it, exposing them.

He looks lost in thought and it’s hard to keep from laughing. Success! “Aaron?”

In a daze he answers, “Huh?”

“You gonna take your shot?”

“Oh yeah, sure,” he huffs, and then turns shakily to line up the cue and misses, as I predicted.

He tries to distract me during my turn, and it doesn’t work at first. On the third time, though, I catch sight of something that has me close to coming in my pants—Aaron doing deliciously nasty things to the long neck of his beer bottle. I don’t even think and jerk the stick, nearly tearing the felt top. The cue ball jumps off the table with a few loud cracks as it hits the floor and rolls.

He seems so fucking pleased with himself and is laughing so hard. I’m feeling embarrassed as hell, but fuck, the erotic things he was doing to that bottle has made all the blood rush from my head and down to my cock.

“Well, that shit just wasn’t right. You can’t put those thoughts in my head and then make me lose. You’re a little asshole,” I manage to chuckle out.

“Awww, poor baby can’t take his own medicine,” he says, giving me puppy-dog eyes and pouting his bottom lip.

I want nothing more than to fuck him against the wall right now—customers be damned.

“Your turn, shithead. Don’t forget, payback’s a bitch.”

His shot has him leaning far onto the table, his ass perfectly in front of me. I realize it’s time to end my dick’s suffering. I step right up behind him, pushing my hardness against his cheeks.

Aaron jerks upright and almost head butts me in the mouth. “Liam! What are you doing?”

I don’t answer right away, but put my hands on his hips and grind myself into him. Kissing his neck, I breathe, “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight you’ll be screaming my name. You’ll be begging me to stop, then to never stop.”

He drops the pole onto the table with a clatter. “Fuck.”

“I hope you’re up for an all-nighter, baby. Don’t worry. I’ll feed you lots of protein.”

Panting hard and shoving his backside into me, he’s about to lose it. “You have less balls left—you win. Let’s go… now.”

My dick twitches as he gives in.

We race to the car, getting strange looks from everyone, but I don’t give a fuck. The only thing I can think of is being inside Aaron.

I’m literally aching as we pull away from the bar, and I know I’m not going to be able to wait until we get to the motel. It feels like I’m going to burst, and the only place my come goes now is either on Aaron, or in him. Glancing around for a good spot to stop, I’m thankful we’re in a tiny town and the sidewalks roll up at dark. I find a small park outside of the main area and pull off.

He seems confused and asks, “Why are we stopping? I thought you were going to fuck me within an inch of my life.”

“Oh, baby, I so am, but for now I’m collecting my winnings.” I wink.

Then I start unzipping my pants, sighing with relief when the pressure is released on my throbbing flesh. Aaron’s wide-eyed, glancing around. He swallows a couple of times and then looks at my hard cock waiting on him. Once he sees that, everything else seems to disappear and he leans forward to down me all the way to my curls.

The feel of him taking all of me, along with the heat and pressure his mouth produces, makes me grunt. “Oh fuck, yeah, that’s it, baby… mmm, suck it.”

I naturally move to guide his movements as I lean back against the seat. He releases my dick with a pop and then starts licking the length, his tongue toying with the sensitive spot under the head. Those full lips latch on to the end of my cock as he starts a massaging motion with his hand on my balls. The combination, along with what he’s already doing, has the coil in my gut tightening.

“Please, baby, no more teasing. I can’t take much more,” I whimper.

Moaning, Aaron’s mouth sinks all the way down again, engulfing me again in his burning heat. My hips automatically rise to meet his lips. Soon, I’m pumping my cock into his mouth with a firm grip on his hair. He seems as turned on as I am, and the little groans and grunts he’s making are ratcheting my need even more. My stomach is tense and the spring is about to snap. That’s exactly what it does when I see Aaron rubbing himself through his pants.

“Ohhhh, fuck, arrrgh!” I come undone and spill load after load into his waiting mouth.

Aaron growls and drinks it down greedily. Panting hard and spent, I close my eyes, trying to come back down to earth.
Fuck, your man is talented. You are one lucky fucker.
I really fucking agree with my brain for once.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, babe. That was incredible,” I finally manage.

Aaron is sitting up, looking sexy as hell with swollen lips, red cheeks, and sweaty hair matted to his forehead. I pull him into a deep kiss, loving the taste of myself on his tongue. It feels like I’ve marked him for a while. Of course, I plan to mark him a whole lot fucking better when we get to a comfy bed.

Breathless, his eyes dart around to see if we’ve been caught as I redo my jeans. Suddenly, he bursts into a fit of laughter.

I’m confused as hell. “What? What’s so funny?”

He barely stops long enough to point to a sign across the way from us: “Welcome to Gobbler’s Knob.”

I lose it immediately and belly laugh until I have tears in my eyes. “I swear, Aaron, I had no idea this is where we stopped. Well, we should head back. I made you some promises I intend to keep.”

“Oh hell, yes!” Aaron eagerly buckles his seatbelt back up.

I’m determined to enjoy the hell out of tonight, because tomorrow we head home and back to the reality I have set into motion.

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settle into our seats on the private plane, I see Aaron grimace a little.

I can’t help but feel satisfied and a little smug. I’d done exactly what I promised last night and fucked him to within an inch of his life. He appears uncomfortable, yet sated.
That’s fuckin’ right. You put that look on his face. You’re the man. Now, no more girly shit, and for sure, no more fuckin’ crying.

I can’t help myself. Leaning over, I ask, “You doing okay, babe?”

Blushing a little, he answers, “I’m better than one could ever hope.” Then he mutters under his breath, “For having a huge cock rammed up their ass all night.”

It takes everything in me not to laugh. Instead, I bite my lip and give him a dimpled smile. “Good, good. You know they have pillows if you want some more cushioning.”

Exasperated, he huffs, “Enough, Liam. Keep it up and your head won’t fit through the plane exit when we get home. Besides, you know you blew my mind last night. There’s no need to confirm it. It may be a while, though, before we go that wild again.”