Rules of Play (The Script Club 2)

“George.” He held my gaze.

One second, two seconds…

“Yeah?”

“C’mere.”

He hooked his finger, motioning me close, then slid his hand behind my neck and crashed his mouth over mine.

4

Aiden

Holy fucking fuck, this was good. No, it was better than good. After twenty-seven years on planet Earth, I’d just figured out that kissing a man was indeed a beautiful, sexy, life-affirming thing. Nothing about this felt wrong.

Then again, this wasn’t just any man. It was George.

He fit me so damn well. He was smaller than me but not fragile. He was sure and strong and quietly demanding. He knew what he was doing, and every thrust urged me to keep up. So I did.

I put a hand on his shoulder, pulling back slightly for air before diving in again…kissing his neck, licking his lips, and plunging inside. Everything in me wanted to touch him. I tugged his oxford shirt free, unbuttoning at warp speed to get to skin. I ran my fingers down his chest as I tongue-fucked him, loving his soft moan and the sway of his hips as he rubbed his crotch over mine and—

Oh. Wow.

Okay, kissing was one thing, but grinding your cock against another man’s obvious hard-on was…gay. Like very gay.

I broke the kiss, sucking in a gulp of oxygen as I surveyed the situation. Was this okay?

I mean, I liked it and it appeared that my brain and my body were fully on board. My brain had given me the green light the second he’d shown up with a beer and meatballs, and the quirky idea that I somehow possessed the wisdom to help anyone get a date. It was insanity, but it was also really fucking adorable.

As for my body, I was on fire. No joke. I was the proud owner of a mega-sized erection. I had no doubt I could pound nails with the monster behind my zipper. And when George tilted his hips, that sexy hint of friction sent me into a mini tailspin.

I recaptured his mouth and lowered my hands, twisting my tongue around his as I squeezed his ass and thrust my denim-clad cock alongside his insistently.

George broke the kiss, raking his fingers down my sides and pressing his palm to my shaft with a needy sigh. “Can I touch you? Please?”

I grabbed his wrist and bucked my hips meaningfully. “Like that?”

George shook his head and reached for my belt. He unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped my fly in record time.

“Like this.” He pushed my jeans and boxer briefs over my ass, gripping my cock the second it sprang free.

“Jesus, G.”

I stepped back in surprise and bumped my bare ass against a built-in worktable. I perched on the edge and swallowed hard, glancing up to make sure we weren’t giving anyone a show. Thankfully, the darkness and the Bronco hid us from the house and the street beyond, so I refocused on the view here. Trust me, it was a good one.

George stroked me with a firm hand and a slight twist of the wrist, smoothing precum over the tip at each pass. He crept his free hand under my T-shirt and tweaked my nipples as he jacked me and sucked on my tongue. His warm hand and sure touch were pure magic. I was a horny mess on the verge of exploding, but it wasn’t in my nature to take without giving something in return.

Of course, I didn’t know what I was doing. I went with my gut and slid my palm over his length through his khakis. Up and down, up and down. He seemed to like that. He purred like a cat and upped the tempo, stroking me faster as he pumped his hips.

“Mmm.”

“Take them off,” I commanded, sucking on his earlobe, then raining a trail of kisses along his neck.

He released me to obey, making quick work of his khakis. I’d never seen another man’s erection up close and personal…unless porn counted. I was mesmerized. I watched in wonderment as George stroked himself a few times before reaching for me again. He jacked us both with expert control and a steady hand. I braced my palms on the table and did my best not to come too soon. It wasn’t easy. It felt so fucking good.

He felt so fucking good. And even though I had no clue what to do, I had to touch him.

I moved my hand from his waist and reached for his dick.

“No. I’ll come. I’m too close,” he panted.

“Let me see you. I want to watch you shoot your load, G. I want—”

“Ungh!”

It was hard to see in the shadowy garage, but there was just enough light that I caught a glimpse of cum spurting over his fist. And that was it for me. I wrapped my fingers over his and jerked myself double time, grunting when my release hit me a moment later.