Rules of Play (The Script Club 2)

I had more experience with guys for sure, but I’d never been with a man as physically powerful as Aiden. His size intimidated me. He was thick everywhere. Including his cock. I wanted him…badly. Just the thought of his hands all over me was enough to cause serious precum leakage, as the wet spot on my briefs attested.

I pulled the fabric over my erection and wrapped my fingers around my base, patting the space beside me.

Aiden hiked his knee on the mattress. He set his forefinger on the tip of my cock and drew lazy circles before tracing a path along the prominent vein along my shaft to my balls. He cupped each one as if testing their weight, tentatively curling his fingers over mine and stroking me. I let go to give him room to explore, gauging his reaction through hooded eyelids. He looked…mesmerized.

“That feels good,” I hummed.

He smiled, tightening his grip to stroke me in earnest, twisting his wrist at each pass and rubbing his thumb over my slit, using precum as natural lube. It felt fucking amazing. I wanted to return the favor…times ten. I sat up and scooted as close as possible so we faced each other. I pressed kisses along his neck and on his shoulder, reaching for his cock as I kept tempo, jacking him in time with the steady rhythm he set.

And we never stopped kissing. Long, deep, passionate kisses…one of his hands on my cock, the other in my hair, around my neck and down my chest. When he brushed his thumb over my nipple, I grunted in pleasure and teetered sideway before scrambling on top of him, straddling his waist.

We moaned in unison when I took us both in hand. I glanced at our twin erections, admiring the view. I’d never been a size queen, but Aiden was fucking huge. His cock was thicker than mine and a little longer too. He had a tiny freckle on his crown, and his dark-blond pubic hair was neatly trimmed.

“Like what you see?” he teased.

“Very much so.” I nodded enthusiastically, closing my eyes as I squeezed our shafts.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last if you keep that up.”

Neither was I. And I had to taste him again.

I slid down his big body and kneeled between his open thighs. “Tell me what you want.”

He grabbed a handful of my hair and tapped his cock on my lips. “I want you to suck me.”

I pumped my fist languidly and licked the tip. Total fucking tease. “Like this?”

“Open your mouth. Wider, baby. That’s it.”

I held eye contact as I dragged my tongue along one side of his shaft, then the other. I fondled his balls and teased the sensitive skin underneath, working myself over with steady strokes as I bent to swallow Aiden whole.

His initial gasp of surprise was followed by effusive praise and a litany of filthy compliments of the “that’s so good, baby, suck me harder” variety. Just the sound of his deep, commanding voice turned me on. I sucked him as if my life depended on it. I devoured every inch of his beautiful cock, rolling his balls, flicking my tongue on his sac before licking him from base to tip and back again. Over and over.

Something about being on my knees with my ass in the air for a hunky, muscular man commanding me to service his cock and lick his balls did it for me. And this wasn’t just anyone. This was Aiden. I loved his lack of reserve and his obvious enthusiasm. I loved the way he tilted his hips. I could tell he wanted to let go and fuck my mouth, but what I really wanted was for him to fuck me.

My self-control was shot. All of my best intentions to keep us in the friend zone were a bust. I’d never wanted anyone more in my life.

I squeezed myself at the base so hard my eyes watered, hoping to stave off my release. Just the thought of him inside me was enough to bring me a little too close to the edge. I stroked his cock as I kneeled between his thighs.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

His Adam’s apple slid in his throat theatrically. “Yeah, but…I’m really close and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” I leaned toward the nightstand and grabbed lube and a condom from the top drawer. I tossed the foil wrapper on Aiden’s stomach and poured lube over my fingers before reaching back to stretch myself.

“Let me see you, G. Show me what you’re doing,” he whispered, rolling the condom on.

If I hadn’t been so strung out, I might have shown a bit more finesse. I was a man on a mission. But I didn’t want to waste time switching positions, so I turned around and bent over, presenting my ass like a fucking gift as I pushed a single digit inside. Aiden let out a stream of appreciative expletives. I glanced over my shoulder when I felt his hand on my ass. He squeezed my cheeks, then parted them, leaving me exposed and on display.