Dylan jerked in surprise before groaning with approval. His hips continued to move, seeking contact, but Aidan abruptly dropped his hand.
“Seriously?” Dylan choked out. “You initiate a handjob and don’t follow through? Cocktease.”
“Oh, come on, we both know you want a lot more than my hand.”
With a mocking smile, he pushed the other man toward the bed. When the back of Dylan’s knees hit the edge of the mattress, Aidan gave him a shove and forced him into a sitting position.
A second later, he dropped to his knees.
“Aidan…what are you doing?”
“You really need to ask?” He reached for Dylan’s waistband, and then the metallic sound of a zipper opening echoed in the room.
“What if Claire knocks on the door?”
“Then we tell her we’ll be right out, you tuck your cock back into your pants, and we finish this later.”
With that said, he yanked on Dylan’s trousers and boxer-briefs, and grinned at the erection that eagerly sprang up to greet him.
“You know, you don’t have to give me a BJ to cheer me up,” Dylan rasped. “I wasn’t the one who got left at the altar.”
The bead of precome glistening on the mushroom head of Dylan’s cock made Aidan lick his lips, but he didn’t make a move to claim his prize just yet. “You want me to stop?” he challenged.
“God, no.”
“Okay then.”
With a grin, he wrapped his fingers around the root of that hard shaft and gave it a leisurely pump.
A shudder rocked Dylan’s body. “More,” he ordered. “Give me your mouth.”
The husky demand sent a dark thrill up Aidan’s spine. Same way he didn’t understand every other aspect of their relationship, he also didn’t get their sexual dynamic. With his past male lovers, he was the one making the demands, the one taking control of the encounter. With Dylan, they both took the role of aggressor, a fact that confused the shit out of him. He didn’t like letting anyone else call the shots in the bedroom, yet for some reason, he allowed Dylan the privilege.
Of course, he got to call the shots right back, which meant that Dylan’s commands often went unanswered.
“You’ll get my mouth when I decide to give it to you,” Aidan replied.
To punctuate that, he continued to jack Dylan off in languid, borderline-bored strokes that soon had the other man swearing in frustration.
More moisture bubbled at the tip of that stiff cock, which was pulsating in Aidan’s hand, throbbing in time to Dylan’s erratic heartbeat.
When he tipped his head back and saw the sheer agony reflecting in Dylan’s eyes, he decided to have some mercy. Keeping their gazes locked, he leaned in and wrapped his lips around the engorged head.
“Oh Jesus,” Dylan croaked. “Oh, that’s good.”
Good was a fucking understatement. Good didn’t even do justice to the way Aidan felt when he was sucking this man’s dick. He loved every second of the act. Loved feeling that thick cock pulsing in his mouth. Loved the way Dylan’s hands tangled in his hair. The way Dylan moaned right before he came all over his tongue.
“I need it hard and fast. Let me fuck your mouth, Aid.”
“Not yet,” he said with a chuckle, and then he licked the salty drop pooling at the tip of Dylan’s cock.
He flicked his tongue over the little slit for a few seconds, then licked his way down the length of the rock-hard shaft, eliciting a harsh curse from the man he was in the process of teasing.
Sure enough, Dylan had caught on to what Aidan was doing. “Fucking tease,” the SEAL grumbled.
He rolled his eyes. “Right, like you don’t do the same damn thing to me every time you suck me off.”
“I don’t tease. I just take my time,” Dylan protested. “Can you blame me for being thorough?”
The man raised a valid point. Aidan had a great appreciation for Dylan’s thoroughness in the bedroom, that was for sure.
As lust seized his groin, he ignored his painfully hard erection and refocused on the task at hand. This time he didn’t torment. Didn’t go slow, didn’t build up to anything.
He simply took Dylan’s cock into his mouth and sucked hard.
“Fuck. Fuck, just like that, man. Faster.”
Aidan quickened the tempo, moving his mouth up and down, tightening the suction with each upstroke.
“Goddammit, more.”
His soft laughter vibrated against Dylan’s dick. He brought his hand into play, using his fist and his mouth to pump and suck Dylan to a new level of pleasure, while the fingers of his free hand found the man’s tight sac and squeezed it hard.
A sharp pain jolted through him as Dylan fisted his hair and brought his head closer, thrusting so hard and so deep Aidan suddenly had a cock prodding at the back of his throat. He relaxed his jaw and went into deep-throat mode, loving the taste and feel of this man’s dick consuming his mouth. His own erection ached inside his sweatpants, pleading for relief, craving release.