Marie Harte - Flight of Fancy

Gavin reached out and touched Aidan’s knee. Oddly enough, he wanted more contact with the man. “Someone so sure of himself. Someone dominant, commanding. I’m just a pussy, a loser to make fun of.”

“You’re not a loser.” Aidan cleared his throat and moved closer. He leaned down, and his belly brushed Gavin’s cock. They remained a breath apart when Aidan added, “A geek, maybe. You’re not a pussy, just a clumsy newbie who took initiative at the wrong time.” The nicest words Aidan had ever said to him. “On this op, the most important thing for you to remember—you’re mine .”

Then he kissed Gavin, and the rest of the world fell away.

SOMEHOW, GETTING GAVIN comfortable with his role became secondary to watching the man come. Aidan kissed him, getting accustomed to his taste and feel. He’d told the truth when he’d said Gavin was his type. Smaller, pretty but not too pretty, and wholesome. He looked like he needed a bit of darkness to balance him, and Aidan had plenty of that.

The mental bombardment he’d expected hadn’t come. He still got hints of Gavin’s thoughts, but nothing derogatory bled into him. Gavin was more concerned about how he appeared to Aidan than about Aidan himself. He didn’t hate or fear Aidan’s telepathy. The younger man wanted equality and respect—two things Aidan had been fighting for his whole life.

Learning Gavin’s secrets put a damper on his annoyance with Gavin’s mistake over the book. He knew all too well what it felt like to not belong, but he hadn’t thought his ribbing had been so hard on the CPA. No one seemed to care what Aidan said. Who knew Gavin had been so sensitive?

He wondered if the boy —as he would now think of him—would be as sensitive all over. He’d gleaned that Gavin hadn’t been with anyone in a long time, that his new partner was clean, lonely, and into his share of kink that Aidan was more than happy to explore. But their close physical and psychic connection had an odd side effect. Gavin’s nearness seemed to ease the tension Aidan normally carried. The intense lust overwhelmed his need to shield himself.

He deepened the kiss and felt Gavin’s firm chest brush his own. He reached between them to stroke those hard little nipples through the cotton of a thin T-shirt.

“Yeah, oh God. Suck them. Please.” Gavin was humping him, that thick cock a treat Aidan couldn’t wait to taste. But he needed to remember that their chemistry had to lead to more. Not just a fuck, but a fuck between equal yet different partners. A master and a submissive. Two halves of a whole.

The dynamic should have scared him. Aidan hadn’t been with a true partner in far longer than he cared to remember. Quick, safe, meaningless sex had been his world for years, ever since his abilities had expanded, thanks to the PWP. But this connection with Gavin had come out of nowhere. It would have troubled him, except that Aidan lived for the mission, and he needed their closeness to succeed.

Aidan leaned up and stared at Gavin’s flushed face and wet lips. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” He gripped Gavin’s hair, aware Gavin’s breathing quickened.

“Yes.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Gavin moaned and closed his eyes. “Yes, Sir.”

“I didn’t tell you to close your eyes. Look at me.”

Gavin opened them immediately, his blue eyes so bright they seemed to light up the room.

“Take off your shirt. Then your pants, but remain on the floor.” Aidan stood and stripped naked. He watched Gavin do the same. “No underwear?”

“Ah, not today.”

Aidan caught Gavin’s embarrassment and chuckled. “Not a problem. Makes it easier for me to see all of you. Now lie down and don’t move.” He noted the many times Gavin’s gaze strayed from Aidan’s face down to his cock. The underlying worry that Aidan would bruise him satisfied because a few short bursts of longing from Gavin assured him his boy also liked a hint of pain. Not a lot, but enough to label his sex rough. Yet another instance of their similar sexual tastes.

Aidan didn’t want to push him too far this first time. He wanted to learn about his boy. And for his boy to learn about him.

“We’re going to do a lot of fucking this week, Gavin.” He walked over and straddled Gavin’s body, so that when Gavin looked up, he saw the underside of Aidan’s balls. “We need to learn each other. I’m not sexually active at the moment—well, not counting today.”

“I—”

“And I know you’re good to go.” Aidan lowered to his knees, pleased to see Gavin’s eyes widen. He licked his lips and stared at Aidan’s sac. “So we’re going to play a bit and get to know each other better. We’re going to be so tight that by the end of this op, I’ll know how many times I can make you come before you beg me to stop. I’ll know how far I can push you, and how strong your mental shields will have grown. We’ll be a real team, because we can’t chance a slipup around Kerr and his friends.” Aidan would pull out every stop for a mission. If he had to trust Gavin to watch his back, he’d make sure the guy knew exactly what to do. He’d train the fuck out of him before they went live. And he’d make sure his partner obeyed him to the last letter.

He glanced down at himself to see his cock hard and his slit wet, his enjoyment and arousal real, no matter the reason for their pretense.

“A team,” Gavin repeated.

“Yes. You’ll do what I tell you when I tell you. This is your first test, boy.” Recalling his boss’s advice, he said, “Don’t fuck it up.”

Gavin wanted to argue, but he couldn’t look away from Aidan’s body. The man was seriously hung and built like a berserker. Huge muscles everywhere, and a cock that would hurt so good when it slid inside him. He wanted to suck the man dry, and he intentionally projected the thought as hard as he could, tired of waiting for Aidan to make his move.

He couldn’t see Aidan’s face, only his thick sac and that long, fat cock. Jesus, he wanted it. He couldn’t believe this man had turned him into a raging slut. He’d never wanted anyone this much before, but Aidan—mean, gruff, bitchy Aidan—had almost made him come just by grazing his cockhead through his jeans.

“Are you doing this to me?” he blurted.

“Doing what?”

“Making me want you like this.” It was chancy to reveal that truth, but the telepath probably knew already. “Can you manipulate minds?”

Aidan paused. “I’m not doing anything to you right now, just being. Shut up and suck my balls. One at a time.”

He lowered himself to Gavin’s mouth, and Gavin latched on to his testicle. He loved the indrawn breath and curse that came out of Aidan’s mouth. He sucked and licked, pleased when the larger man rocked over him. Aidan’s cock was so thick, bigger than Gavin’s. He wanted to feel that in his mouth, down his throat. He wanted to suck until Aidan exploded, then watch the man’s face as he emptied into Gavin.

“Stop thinking so loud.” Aidan’s voice was hoarse. “Now the other one. Suck it, boy. Deep in your mouth. Curl your tongue around me. That’s it.” He slowly scooted back, holding his huge cock as if for show. “Get up.”

Gavin scrambled to his feet.

“Jerk yourself off for me.”

Gavin didn’t know about that. He was good with all of it, or so he’d thought. But masturbating seemed too intimate. Weird, but—

Aidan grabbed him by the hair and yanked him close. “When I give you an order, you obey.”

Gavin groaned, enthralled with the firm grip on his hair. The bite of pain made him that much harder, and so close, he couldn’t help brushing against Aidan, feeling the other man’s stiff dick against his belly.