He groaned, the need laced in the noise.
“On your knees.” He pulled me up from my position and turned me around.
I dropped automatically, my body so used to following commands.
He lifted my mask, and my heart stopped. He rarely moved the mask. I’d never so much had a glimpse of his shoes and now he was yanking it up in harsh pulls.
“Daddy?” I got out, voice shaking.
He didn’t answer me. Through the gap, I got a flash of his cock as he pulled off the condom he’d been using and dropped it on the floor. I gasped as he shoved his cock between my lips. He didn’t stop there, he took me all the way to the back of my throat. It was my favorite when he used my face like this. He didn’t do it often and it felt like a treat to be taken this way. My lips stretched around his girth and I choked, eyes watering. He was relentless, pulling back only to take me again. I’d already come but I was hard again. My cock throbbed.
He wrapped his massive hands around the back of my head and thrust with abandon. He was losing himself. Giving in to all those carnal desires he’d kept pent up. He was falling off the edge and letting me have this raw side of him and it was the sexiest thing he’d ever done.
I moaned around him as he used me like a fuck toy. The back of my throat already sore, as tears leaked down my face, mixing with the saliva dripping down my chin. I gasped and sucked for air with little success. My vision started to black at the edge and still, he didn’t let up.
I whimpered, the sound reverberating around his cock.
He filled the back of my throat and my mouth, pulling out and stroking himself to spill down my lips and chin. I lapped at his tip, breathing hard and chasing all the cum I’d earned. Eager for the treat of his taste.
He gasped and let me suck his tip. I collapsed forward into his groin rubbing my face there, panting, trying to catch my breath. He whispered sweet things as he combed his fingers through my exposed hair at the back of my neck.
He told me all the things he loved that I do, and how my mouth was heaven. How he’d never felt better. He told me he was addicted to me and then before I realized what was going on, he had me in his arms. He carried me under my knees and armpits. I nuzzled into his chest, getting a quick view of a dark green shirt, stretched over a massive chest. He was huge. As big as he felt.
He sat in one of the large wingbacks in front of the fire. Bare ass on the leather which made me laugh in my head but the best part, he kept me in his arms. This was a first.
Usually, I sat at his feet after he cleaned me up. I loved sitting there with my head on his thigh while he stroked his fingers down my back, drawing pictures on my raw skin.
He kissed my forehead as he refitted the mask over my chin.
I was happy.
Happier than I’d been all year.
He was the best gift I never expected.
“Thank you,” I said as I started to come down.
“Thank you, my Prince.” He paused before going on. “I want to give you a gift. You’ve been so good to me. What can I do for you?”
“What kind of gift?” I asked, my voice shaky, not sure my body could take any more.
“Anything. Ask for what you want.”
“Take me home and hold me until I fall asleep, Daddy?” The words were automatic. Burned into my brain after so many nights alone wishing I’d asked.
He scooped me up as he stood.
“Daddy?” I questioned.
He didn’t answer. I didn’t ask again.
He set me on a hard surface. The desk? Maybe. He started replacing my clothes. Something he’d never done before. I was often left on my knees and told he’d see me next time.
“Daddy?”
“Shhhh.”
I didn’t dare speak. I didn’t want to displease him. He left me sitting, dressed for a few minutes. I had no idea what he was doing. Only his distinct footsteps reached me, echoing off the high ceilings.
He returned with a forehead kiss. The mask didn’t come off and he scooped me into his arms again. He carried me out and opened a car door slipping me in.
“Stay.” He left and came back a few moments later slipping into the front seat.
I must be in the back.
“I locked the library.”
“Thank you,” I muttered.
“Lay down. I don’t want to be arrested.” Did his voice sound familiar? It was different out of the library. Softer. But I couldn’t place it.
I did as he told me to.
I had no idea where he was taking me.
Fear ate at my throat but I stayed silent.
Two
AIDEN
I woke up sore and sated. The best I’d felt in a long time. The extended session more of a gift than anything I’d find under the tree this year. I rolled over to stretch out, not needing to open the library until much later so I planned to stay in bed. But my fingers brushed skin and my eyes popped open.
He was still in my bed.
And worse—
Or better—
I knew him.
“Jensen?” I whispered.
Jensen. Fuck.
I pushed away, sliding out of the bed. No fucking clue where I was going but I had to get away. It felt so fucking wrong.
I bit my fist so I didn’t make a sound. I backed over the floorboards and stumbled, landing hard on my sore ass. I’d lived here my entire childhood and couldn’t make it out of my room without tripping over something. I bit my fist harder, holding back the cry wanting to slip from my lips, eyes fixed on his.
Maybe he’d stay asleep and I could flee my own house.
Smart, Aiden. Real smart. Leave the guy in your house and go someplace else. But I didn’t have the balls to kick out my brother’s best friend. My brother’s childhood best friend. I’d had a crush on him as long as I could remember. Four years older and the hottest guy I’d ever seen.
And he’d spent the better part of the last six months beating my ass in secret. Fucking me until I cried. I hadn’t even realized. Had I been so lost in the fantasy of it all? I wanted to dig myself into a hole and die.
His eyes fluttered open and he stared right at me, raising that damn brow of his. “Oh shit.”
Oh shit, was right. Fuck my entire life.
“I’m sorry.” Why the fuck was I apologizing? I tried to get to my feet again and tripped because I could not catch a fucking break.
He was out of bed in a leap, and fuck me, he looked better naked than I’d ever expected and I’d imagined it a lot in high school. I tried not to look but it was futile. He was there with his fantastic abs and massive cock trying to help me to my feet. I needed to block it out. I shoved indiscriminately, trying to get out of the vicinity of his naked body before I had some sort of spontaneous orgasm. He grabbed me by both biceps and hauled me to my feet.
“Can you stop freaking out for a minute?” Jensen demanded.
“Probably no.” Just being honest. Zero chance I would stop freaking out.
“Aiden. It’s me. Please calm down.”
“I know who you are. Can you stop touching me?”
He released me like I’d said a safe word. Not that we had one. I picked up the sheet he’d knocked to the ground and darted for the door.
“You’re bleeding.” He stalked after me and I wished he wouldn’t.