lay still on the bed, looping them around his cock and balls in a makeshift cock ring before reaching over to plug them in on the nightstand, lighting up the room with a multicolored glow. I wrapped them around Aiden’s torso then around his shoulders.
“Mmmm, my own pretty tree.” I lifted one of his arms, leaning closer to bite his armpit. “Both hands up.”
He shuddered as he raised them over his head and I looped the string around them, so he couldn’t lower them before laying back. I smacked my cock into his perfect ass. He twisted to look at me over his shoulder, lengthening his body and showing off all the muscles spanning his back and ribs.
“You’re living art, Prince.”
“Thank you,” he whispered, chest lifting at the compliment. He redoubled his efforts, grinding into me.
“Come ride Daddy’s cock.” I pressed my head into his hole and he took me, thick head to balls in one go. “Fuck.”
His eyes never left mine as he raised up on his knees and hovered over me for a moment before, sliding down on my length, taking me over and over. My dick throbbed and ached inside him as he so expertly rode me.
“I could watch you ride me forever.”
“You’re going to make me come with compliments like that, Daddy.” He rolled his hips, changing the pace and making me absolutely desperate to fill him.
I sat up, grabbing him by his length, squeezing the warm lights into him, and taking back control of the pace. He fought me but I found his throat again, which pacified Aiden for the moment. Slowly, I lowered us both so he laid out over me, all his control taken from him. Pressing my heels into the bed, I found a punishingly slow pace, keeping hold of him by both dick and neck.
“I can’t take it, Daddy.”
“Can’t take what?”
“Your cock.” His words faded into a whimper, only to cry out when I hit his prostate. “I want to come so bad.” Need laced in every word.
“I think you should talk to me more first.”
“What! No.”
I slowed my strokes at his objection. “Every time you deny me, I will get slower, Aiden Adler.”
He huffed. “I’ve talked and talked. Fucking is not talking time.”
Another half a pace slower. “I need you to open up.”
“Your cock is buried to the hilt inside me. I think I’m open.” He clenched around my base to prove his point.
“You’ve opened your body, yes. And I love it but I need your mind, too. I won’t be satisfied until I have every part of you.”
“Later.”
I stopped, fully seated inside him, cock twitching, my body fighting me. “I can stay like this all night.”
He attempted to rock his hips, in a deep grind, but I tightened my hold on his cock, locking him in place. “Is later what you want, or are you fighting me to be a brat?”
“Maybe I am.” He snarled, trying again but finding himself rendered immobile, breathing hard in his effort.
“You’re half my size, Prince. I will flip you under me and keep my cock right here” —I moved half an inch— “teasing your prostate on the edge of release for hours.”
“I don’t want to talk.” He set his jaw but his words were getting less and less convincing.
“The punishments are mounting. You’re going to tell me how you are before I continue.”
Seconds ticked by and he said nothing.
“Do you want me to stop asking?” It was the only out I would give him. “This is your chance and I will let it go, but I don’t think you want me to let it go.”
Eight
AIDEN
“No.”
“What was that?” he asked with amusement edging into his voice.
“Don’t fucking stop. I do want to talk to you.” I wasn’t sure how he knew but Jensen always knew. “But if you make me talk I want you to open up too.”
“That’s what I thought.” He stroked his fingers down my throat and trailed them over my taught nipple. “What do you need to tell me?”
“I’m worried about Adam being mad at me, and I was taking it out on you. There is a lot going on right now.”
“I’d much rather you talk to me so I understand why you need to be taken care of.” He brushed his fingers through my hair and I started to relax, tension I didn’t know I was holding. He always seemed to know what I needed when I needed it.
“There is more going on than you’re saying?” Jensen mused.
“Maybe. I don’t