Chapter 40
Aiden’s body ground hard against Jace’s, every thrust against the door sending a shudder through his frame. Jace’s nails raked over Aiden’s back, his mouth falling open with a strangled moan. The alcohol in his blood only made the world spin hotter, rougher, needier.
“Fuck” Jace gasped, the word torn from his throat as Aiden dragged his mouth down his neck, teeth scraping, sucking. Jace arched, his head hitting the door, his body alive with every touch.
Aiden’s hands fumbled at Jace’s belt, tugging it loose with impatient force. The sound of the buckle clattering filled the room before Aiden shoved his hand down, gripping his cock firmly. Jace cried out, hips jerking into the touch.
“God...Aiden—”
But Aiden didn’t let him finish. He dropped to his knees, pulling Jace’s pants down in one swift motion, leaving him exposed, flushed, Jace’s cock trembling. The cool air of the storeroom bit at Jace’s skin, but then Aiden’s mouth was wrapped around his cock—hot, wet, relentless.
Jace’s hands slammed against the door for balance, his head falling forward with a guttural moan. “Shit” His breath came in ragged bursts, his thighs trembling as Aiden took his cock deeper, lips sliding, tongue swirling at his tip.
The sight alone...Aiden kneeling, his eyes dark and hungry nearly undid Jace. His hips bucked forward, chasing the rhythm, and Aiden took it, choking slightly but refusing to let his cock go.
Jace’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging hard, his own voice breaking. “Don’t stop...fuck, don’t you dare stop.”
Aiden groaned around his cock, the vibration making Jace’s body jolt. Every nerve burned, every muscle tight, his chest heaving as pleasure shot through him like lightning.
But then Aiden pulled back, lips wet, his chin shining with spit. Jace let out a raw, frustrated sound, but Aiden only smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Your turn,” Aiden rasped, his voice thick with lust.
Jace didn’t hesitate. He shoved him back against the wardrobe, dropping to his knees so fast it made his head spin. He yanked Aiden’s zipper down, freeing him with rough urgency. The sight of his cock, thick and hard, made Jace’s mouth water.
He didn’t tease. He didn’t think. He just took him in, lips stretching, throat working as he swallowed his cock down.
Aiden groaned, his hand flying to Jace’s hair, gripping tight. “Fuck, Jace”
The sound was addicting. Jace worked faster, his tongue dragging, his lips sucking with reckless abandon. He wanted to hear Aiden moan, wanted to feel him lose control. His hand wrapped around the base, pumping in rhythm with his mouth, slick and wet and messy.
Aiden’s hips thrust forward, his groans low and guttural. The wardrobe rattled behind him as his back hit it. His fingers tightened in Jace’s hair, pulling, guiding, desperate.
“Christ....you’re gonna make me—” Aiden’s words cut off into a strangled groan, his thighs tensing, every muscle trembling.
Jace moaned around him, the vibrations pulling another curse from Aiden’s lips. He bobbed his head faster, wetter, filthier, until spit and precum smeared across his mouth and chin. His eyes watered, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t.
Aiden’s voice broke into a low snarl as his hips snapped forward, fucking Jace’s mouth with drunken desperation. “So fucking good...messy little slut.”
The words went straight to Jace’s gut, heat pooling low in his stomach, his own cock throbbing,aching, untouched. His hand worked faster at Aiden’s base, twisting and squeezing, his mouth sucking hard enough to bruise.
Aiden’s head tipped back, his throat working as he groaned loud and raw, his grip in Jace’s hair almost painful. “Shit...don’t stop....don’t”
Jace moaned around him, the sound broken, needy. He wanted to swallow him down, wanted to taste him, wanted to drag every last sound from his throat. His body ached with it, drunk and desperate and shameless.
And then Aiden came. His hips jerked, a guttural snarl ripping from his chest as his release hit, hot and heavy, spilling cum down Jace’s throat.
Jace choked, coughing around it, but didn’t pull away. He swallowed what he could, spit and cum dripping down his chin as Aiden groaned, his whole body trembling with the force of it.
Aiden moved jace to the bed and pushed him so he could lay down, and yanked Jace’s jeans and underwear down the rest of the way, tossing them aside.
Jace’s legs spread instinctively, shameless, his body offered up without hesitation.
“Fuck, look at you,” Aiden muttered, dragging his gaze over Jace's flushed skin, trembling thighs, cock red and dripping of precum, chest rising fast. He spit into his hand, slicked himself with rough haste, then lined up.
Jace’s breath hitched, his hands gripping the cushions tight. His body tensed as Aiden pressed against him, the blunt head of his cock pushing in.
The stretch was sharp, burning, and Jace cried out, his head throwing back into the couch. “Aiden...”
Aiden’s groan rumbled low in his chest as he sank deeper, inch by inch, until his cock was buried to the hilt. His hands clamped down on Jace’s hips, holding him still, his jaw clenched against the overwhelming heat squeezing around him.
“Christ...so fucking tight,” he rasped, sweat dripping down his temple.
Jace’s nails dug into the couch fabric, his body arching. The pain melted into a heady, dizzying pleasure, mixing with the alcohol already clouding his blood. “Move,” he gasped, voice breaking. “Please...fuck....move.”
Aiden obeyed. He pulled back and slammed in hard, the force rattling the couch. Jace cried out, his hands flying to Aiden’s shoulders, clinging as his body was rocked with each thrust.
The pace was brutal from the start—messy, uncoordinated, drunk—but it didn’t matter. Every snap of Aiden’s hips drove Jace higher, every groan, every curse fueling the fire inside him.
“Fuck.....harder,” Jace moaned, his thighs spreading wider, begging for more.
Aiden snarled, gripping him tighter, his thrusts deep and punishing. The slap of skin against skin echoed through the room, loud over the muffled music. Their sweat mixed, dripping onto the couch, the air thick with the smell of sex.
Jace’s cock rubbed against Aiden’s stomach with every movement, leaking pre-cum across his skin. The friction sent sparks of pleasure jolting through him, his cries raw, desperate.
“You like this?” Aiden growled against his ear, his teeth grazing the skin. “Me fucking you like this? Drunk and filthy?”
“Yes...fuck, yes...” Jace’s voice broke into a sob of pleasure, his body trembling beneath him. “Don’t stop...please don’t stop.”
Aiden slammed harder, his grip bruising, his rhythm savage. The bed creaked under their weight, the cushions sinking, one pillow sliding to the floor unnoticed.
Jace’s back arched, his body bowing off the bed as his climax built fast, relentless. His cock ached, every nerve lit up, his thighs shaking uncontrollably.
“Aiden....I’m—” His voice broke, his words drowned out by a guttural moan as his release hit. Cum spilled hot and messy across his stomach, streaking his chest, his entire body convulsing under the force of it.
But Aiden didn’t stop. He kept driving into him, chasing his own high, the overstimulation making Jace cry out, his voice raw.
“Mine,” Aiden snarled, his thrusts turning frantic, sloppy. He slammed in one last time, burying himself deep as his release tore through him. His entire body shuddered, his groan guttural, animal, hot cum filling Jace as his grip tightened like he never wanted to let go.
The world went still. The only sounds were their harsh breaths, the faint squeak of the bed springs, and the bass of the forgotten song still playing somewhere in the background.
Aiden collapsed against him, heavy, sweaty, his breath hot against Jace’s neck. Jace lay there, spent and shaking, his chest smeared with his own release, his body aching in the best possible way.
Neither spoke for a long moment, both too wrecked, too lost in the aftermath.