Joker (Hell's Ankhor #8) - Aiden Bates Page 0,35

hard against the underside of my cock. He pulled all the way off and caught his breath. Tears glittered at the corners of his eyes, but he looked really fucking satisfied. And it was a good look on him.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” I said with a sigh.

“And you’ve got a great cock for it,” he said with one eyebrow raised. Before I could respond, though, he sucked me down again, effectively removing the capacity for language from my brain.

He sucked me off so well it was unbelievable. Brain-melting. He took my length all the way down into his throat again, and then slid back up, all that wet heat and the pressure of his tongue on my cock making pleasure swirl inside me. And as he did so, he shoved one hand roughly down his own pants, and began to jerk himself off rough and fast. Like blowing me was getting him off.

That only made it fucking hotter—made my mouth water with how badly I wanted to see him touch himself. Wanted to spread him out on my bed and tease him, edge him, make him feel as crazy as I currently did. It wasn’t long until I felt my orgasm building between my hips, and I leaned forward, one hand in his hair and the other still sliding restlessly over his shoulder and back as he blew me.

“Fuck, Joker,” I said. “Fuck, I’m close.”

I expected him to pull off, to finish me off with his hand, but instead, he just picked up the pace, moving a little faster and sucking a little harder.

Fuck. He wanted me to come down his throat. I shivered hard as his talented tongue drew me over the edge.

My climax roared through me, and I dug my fingers into the muscle of his shoulder hard enough to hurt as he sucked the life out of me. Every muscle in my body tensed, and then released as pleasure ran through me like a wave. It was dizzying. It was so fucking crazy good.

Joker kept sucking me through the aftershocks until I forcibly pulled him off with my hand in his hair. I kissed him deeply, groaning at the taste of my own release in his mouth.

“That was insane,” I said a little dreamily. I was loose and a little loopy from the blowjob, sinking back into the couch, relaxed. “Let me finish you off.”

“Too late,” Joker muttered into the kiss, and when I pulled away, I could see a flush spreading across his cheeks. God, he was hot with his pink cheeks and swollen lips and his voice rough from the blowjob. And he’d gotten himself off. Came in his shorts just from blowing me. That knowledge was enough to have my cock twitching valiantly with interest.

“Stay the night, then,” I murmured. “We’ll have a few drinks. Watch some television. Then I can get you off for round two.”

“I can’t,” Joker said, just as immediately as he’d turned down dinner at first.

I blinked a little as some of the relaxation drained from me, replaced by irritation and an edge of frustration. “What?”

Joker blinked hard, and then flicked his gaze to the door, like he was ready to bolt. “I’m sorry, I just—I can’t stay.” There was a small furrow in his brow, and he fidgeted a little on the couch.

I was a lot more awake now. The change was so sudden, it almost made me dizzy. “Why not?” I asked. “You can crash here. It’s late. We don’t have to do anything else.”

“Bren, I just—I just can’t,” Joker said. The playful, easy grin he’d worn when we were messing around was gone, replaced by that familiar, closed-off expression. “I really gotta go.”

He was treating me like a one-night stand. Hit it and quit it. Was that what he was expecting? Is that why he’d agreed to dinner—just to get laid?

Except, it hadn’t felt like that. Not until now. And I didn’t want it to be a one-time thing. I wanted more with Joker. And not just more sex—I wanted to keep having dinner with him. Keep spending time with him. I wanted to stay by his side and watch him open up, and slowly share more and more of his real self with me.

We were supposed to just be coworkers. But now that I’d had this experience with Joker, I wanted more.

Fuck. I was already in too deep.

“Thanks for dinner,” Joker said as he stood up quickly. “And for letting me use your shop. I’ll