Bad Boy Ink (Get Ink'd #5) - Ali Lyda Page 0,50

swollen with need. I gripped the edge of the table hard, willing myself to stay in control, when all I wanted was to pounce on Aiden. But he was baiting me, and ultimately our competitiveness would always win out.

I didn’t want to be the one to give in—I wanted him to beg me for it.

14

Aiden

Say no. Walk away.

This is stupid and I am not stupid.

My brain was screaming at me. But fuck it, I wasn’t going to listen to it this time. Standing, I put my napkin on the table. Bryce’s face fell—he must have thought I was planning on leaving, and I couldn’t have him thinking that. So without letting myself second-guess, I crossed over to him and straddled his lap. My legs stretched across his strong thighs and fuck, it felt good.

I clung to his shoulders. I could feel the hot length of him pressed tight into the seam of my ass. Mighty hammer, indeed.

Burning with a longing too fierce to deny, I grabbed the hair at the back of Bryce’s head and pulled him into a furious kiss reminiscent of the one he’d planted on me at my job. It was a hungry kiss, a chance for me to devour something I’d craved for so long.

Bryce groaned and bucked up into me, grinding his erection into me. His tongue snaked into my mouth and I sucked it hard. His hands were on my hips, thumbs digging in. I dry humped him, feverishly rubbing our hard-ons together, the friction from our pants a delicious sensation.

I was one hundred percent certain I’d be able to come from just that.

The man underneath me had different ideas, though. Bryce broke the kiss off. His eyes were glazed, and his lips were red and kiss-swollen. “Does this mean you really want to know what my mouth can do?”

“Fuck, yes, it does,” I said, embarrassed by how rough and pleading my tone was, but Bryce didn’t seem to mind. He was still rocking into me, the slow grind driving me crazy. One minute, I’d been in control. One heated confession from Bryce later, and I was dangerously close to begging for him.

“My bedroom is at the end of the hall. Go wait for me and I’ll put the food away. You’ll be hungry after I’m done with you.”

Holy shit, my stomach flipped with anticipation. My balls were drawn tight and for a moment I considered ignoring him and just riding him then and there to completion. But I did want to know about his mouth. The thought of him sucking me off was so fucking enticing.

I stood up off him, palming my cock, squeezing gently to control myself. Bryce stared at my hand and the steel length below it, his blue eyes dark with desire.

Following his directions, I found the bedroom with ease. Only to lay eyes on something almost as good as sex. His computer setup was dreamy. Triple monitors spread out over a curved desk. A swivel chair in the middle that would allow the user to switch back and forth seamlessly. Despite the massive amount of state-of-the-art hardware he had in his rig, I couldn’t hear much, the fans working almost silently to keep it from overheating.

I crawled under the desk on hands and knees and peeked inside the clear plastic of one of his towers, sucking in a breath at the sexy as hell components inside. God, this machine was meaty. The things I could do with this kind of power at my disposal…

I yelped when a hand palmed my ass before sliding down to stroke my balls through my pants. “You like?” Bryce murmured. I didn’t know if he meant the hand stroking me or the tower I was investigating but the answer was the same either way.

“Yes,” I groaned, spreading my knees further, giving him more access.

Bryce made an appreciative noise and cupped me, stroking me with strong, slow pressure. Molten heat spread from my groin to my stomach to my limbs. My fingers clawed at the carpeted floor as I tried not to come.

“Come on out. If you’re a very good boy,” Bryce teased, “I’ll let you play with it later.”

I’d be the best goddamn boy in the world if I was going to get sex with Bryce and a chance at that computer. I scooted out quickly.

Bryce pulled me close and began to pull my shirt off. Each time a fingertip of his slid across my skin, a ripple of desire flashed through me.

“Your graphics