He huffed in irritation. Yeah, it was probably fucked that I was laughing at him, but I’d never seen someone try to do something like this before.
“Obviously not. I couldn’t figure out how to get it in at first and had to sit there and fucking google it. Do you have any idea how damn awkward it was to shove my fingers up my own ass?”
That was it. That was all it took to make me stop laughing as arousal swept through my system. The image of Aiden in the bathroom stuffing himself was enough to make me instantly hard. And damn. He had a plug in him right now. Stretching him. Holding him open.
I coughed, straightening myself and approaching him. “Aiden. You can hurt yourself if you’re not careful.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, you made it clear helping me out was a bad idea.”
My hands framed his face as my lips slammed down against his. Aiden’s hands clutched at my arms as his mouth opened to allow my tongue to sweep inside. He was trembling as I explored every nook and cranny, savoring the minty taste of him.
When I pulled back, Aiden’s eyes were glassy. We panted as we stared at each other. “Don’t be a fucking fool, sweetheart. I’d rather it be me than for you to get hurt.”
Chapter 9
Aiden
Getting out of the room was a mess. Joe had tried to convince me to go back into the bathroom and take the plug out, but there was a strange sense of pride attached to it now. I wanted it there. Trying to not pop a boner as we were escorted through the restaurant was near impossible while the silicone toy rubbed up against a bundle of nerves that had me seeing sparks.
Sitting didn’t seem to help matters, other than it kept things in one place—as long as I didn’t move around too much. At least Joe thought this whole thing was super funny. I’d been taken by surprise when he’d kissed me in the room.
After the waiter took our orders and walked away, Joe kicked my foot under the table. The action caused the rounded end of the plug to shift again, and I had to grip the side of the table to keep from embarrassing myself in front of everyone.
“Where the hell did you get the idea for this?” he asked.
“Fuck, I don’t know. It seemed like a fun idea. People do stuff like this, don’t they?”
Joe cocked an eyebrow and sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “I do shit like that, but only on a dare.”
He studied me as I tried not to shift around too much. Maybe it would have been a good idea to take it out before the meal.
“Okay, yeah. I’ve heard of some of the crazy things you’ve done.”
He chuckled. “That’s how I thought you knew about the piercings. That was a dare from your brother. Didn’t think I’d do it. Joke’s on him. Besides, I wanted to do it before he suggested it.”
I laughed, but it morphed into a groan. My eyes slammed closed because if the toy kept moving around, I was bound to make a mess in my pants. Right there. In the middle of the damn restaurant. Maybe it’d bring me some relief if not more humiliation.
“Do they—do they make you more sensitive or anything?” Why the hell was I asking? Questions like that wouldn’t help my current predicament.
That devious grin that spread across Joe’s face showed I was correct.
“Oh, I’ve always been sensitive, but now—now, I could probably come from nipple stimulation alone.”
I had to take another deep breath, closing my eyes to try to not picture him playing with those steel barbells until he orgasmed. My dick pulsed in my shorts and I was so fucked. This was probably one of the stupidest things I’d ever done. And Joe knew it. His mischievous grin only grew, knowing how much I was struggling.
“Maybe—maybe I should make a video of that one? What do you think, sweetheart?”
A shudder raced down my spine. The toy shifted again, and I was done. Holding back my moan was near impossible, but I bit down on my bottom lip to stifle the noise to the best of my ability. Warmth spread through the front of my underwear and my face incinerated.
“Sweetheart?”
“Please, just stop.” I held up my hand. If he kept calling me that, I would be right back to square one in a hurry. He’d never addressed me like that before today and I didn’t have a problem with it, but damn. It did something weird for me.
Plates of food landed on the table and I stared wide-eyed at it. I was going to have to sit through this entire meal with a mess in my pants and a damn butt plug in my ass.
I couldn’t get back to the room fast enough. Joe caught my arm, halting my dash to the bathroom, and pulled me close. Up close, I could smell the spices from his meal still clinging to his breath. It made my knees weak and my dick gave another involuntary twitch. Despite having come, I’d been half-hard for the rest of dinner and the embarrassment hadn’t helped.
“You in a rush?”
