“Hands only.” Aidan crossed his arms over his chest.
“Certainly. Slave, jack him off.” John handed his slave a small vial.
“Yes, Sir.” The slave oiled up his hand and masturbated Gavin without pause. As if it were natural to publicly jerk off in front of anyone who wandered by. While Aidan and John made small talk, discussing business and arms dealings, Gavin remained aware of everything and everyone around him.
God. This guy was good. Slow and easy, his grip firm.
“My slave is new. Tight. I bought him from a friend of mine who caters to virgin ass,” he heard John say.
“Nice.” Aidan nodded. “Mine is still in training too. Found him at a club in Portland.”
They watched for a few moments, and Gavin felt himself begin to falter. His balls grew tight; his cock was aching. The cock ring restricted enough blood flow that he looked enormous and flushed.
“Come when you can’t hold back anymore,” Aidan ordered. “For John’s pleasure. And mine.”
John excused himself from Aidan and moved behind his slave. He propped the talented man up on his hands and knees. After releasing a greased hard-on from the leather jock holding him fast, he rammed himself inside his slave’s ass, fucking while watching Gavin with greedy eyes.
Gavin moaned in ecstasy, his orgasm perilously close. The slave’s fist moved faster, but it was Aidan’s hot gaze that nearly brought Gavin to his knees.
Aidan growled, “I said I want to see you come, boy. Spurt hard. Let’s see that hot load.”
Gavin cried out as he came, shocked when the slave moved in and sucked him, swallowing much of his cum while he laved him with a hot tongue.
John jerked him back just as Aidan readied to do the same. Aidan said something in a low voice, which had John nodding. He continued to fuck and said, “I’ll take care of it.”
Aidan didn’t respond. He dragged Gavin out of the dungeon and down the hallway. Once away from the masses, Aidan stopped him and removed the cock ring. He tossed it to the floor. “Let’s get you clean. I don’t like the thought of that fucker’s mouth on what’s mine.”
He didn’t sound angry, but Gavin thought he detected fury beneath the calm.
Nut that he was, it excited him. Aidan was acting a lot more territorial than Gavin might have thought he would. But why? He didn’t need to. He’d already established the appearance of ownership. So why the macho display in a hallway away from the others? Unless Aidan knew of some hidden cameras and wanted to add another layer to their cover.
Gavin obeyed, docile, as Aidan led him back up the stairs and past several staff toward their room. Once inside, Gavin waited in place while Aidan ran the shower.
To his surprise, Aidan returned, stripped down to nothing.
“Stay,” Aidan commanded.
As if Gavin were a dog. Gavin frowned but said nothing, aware of a potential audience.
Aidan removed the leash but not the collar. He pushed Gavin toward the bathroom and the shower. They both stepped inside the glass-walled stall.
While Gavin let the hot water rush over him, Aidan’s soapy hands ran over his body. His Master washed every part of him clean, especially his cock.
But before Gavin could return the favor, he found himself pushed face-first against the wall, his hips pulled back and his feet spread apart.
“Don’t move,” Aidan growled.
A glance over his shoulder showed Aidan smearing something on his cock. The water would have washed it away if Aidan hadn’t moved the showerhead. And then Aidan was there, in Gavin’s ass, shoving himself deep.
“Need to fuck you. Take it, you little slut. Take my cock.”
The rough possession was shocking, because the usually calm Aidan seemed out of control. He pounded into Gavin with ferocity. His large cock stroked and shoved, hammering a painful climax out of Gavin when he’d thought himself too tired to come again.
As he messed the glass wall, he felt Aidan jerk. Rough hands gripped Gavin hard while Aidan came inside him.
“Shit, yeah. Oh man. That’s it. Let me coat you. All inside you, boy. All mine.” Aidan pumped a few more times before stilling. They remained connected for a few moments, the water running in a steady rhythm, only the sounds of their labored breathing contributing to the rhythmic waterfall in the room. Then Aidan pulled out. “Now clean me up. Take care of your Master.”
“Yes, Sir.” Gavin hurried to obey, loving this feeling of belonging. Aidan had staked a claim clearly knowing others might watch. They had no idea if the bathroom was bugged, but the bedroom definitely had a few cameras. Still, Gavin didn’t get the sense Aidan played for an audience. He’d wanted to mark Gavin for himself. Or so Gavin wanted to think.
After he’d cleaned Aidan and again himself, at Aidan’s insistence, Aidan forced him to his knees. “Suck me. I want you to feel me with that mouth. Know me.”
Gavin knelt before his Master and closed his eyes, loving the familiarity of Aidan all around him. Spent, Aidan remained soft. But neither of them seemed to care.
After some time, Aidan started to grow hard again. But he tapped Gavin’s shoulder. “Enough.” He turned off the water. “Stay here.”
Aidan left the shower, grabbed a towel, and returned to dry Gavin off. Then he did the same for himself. “Go lie down on the bed. I have a few things to do. Wait for me.”
Gavin did as ordered, wondering what came next.
Aidan sent, “I have to find that room. We need to leave tonight. I have a bad feeling something’s wrong. That scene with John… He’d been told to delay us. To test us. I don’t like it.”
“Sir?” Gavin flushed but remained passive on the bed, chilled and starting to shake. “I mean, Aidan? Say that again.”
“Cover up. I can feel you’re cold.” Aidan sounded irritated. “Carl paid John to delay us with sex. And there was something that bastard Samson was thinking about before they left, about a coup. The more I think about it, the more I think this party is more than entertainment for Carl. Something’s off. Let’s get the book and get out. Time for evasive maneuvers.”
Gavin trusted Aidan’s instinct, even if he didn’t see anything all that unusual about tonight. Hell, all of it had been surreal. But leaving sounded like a terrific idea. Just as soon as Gavin’s legs could move again. Good Christ, but Aidan had worn him out. “Your call. Just tell me what to do.”
“Stay here, boy. I need to go talk to Mr. Kerr about something. Allow no one inside. No sex for you but what I give you. If I’m not back by midnight, find Mr. Kerr. Is that understood?” Aidan re-dressed in his leather pants and vest. Like before, he wore no underwear, just socks and boots to complete the outfit.
Gavin found that incredibly sexy. Aidan looked so buff and brawny, his biceps and chest huge under that skimpy black vest. He cleared his throat and his mind. “Yes, Sir.” He walked Aidan to the door. “You can bet your sexy ass I’ll come after you if you don’t come back.”
“Lock up behind me. And if I hear one word about you sucking anyone off or letting anyone else touch that ass, I’ll beat the shit out of you. You won’t sit for a week, you little slut.”
“No, Sir.”
“GOOD.” AIDAN STEPPED outside and shut the door behind him, relieved when he heard the door lock. Now to find that fucking book and leave. He kept thinking about the way Samson had looked at him, as if he knew something. And for John to maneuver him like that… He didn’t like it.
It wasn’t impossible to find other psychics outside the PWP. Hell, look at the Cannons. A family of mind benders in Bend, Oregon, of all places. Maybe Samson had read something Aidan hadn’t intended. Or the cover Jack had given them had failed. He hadn’t sensed that Carl was on to them, but Samson could have been. Aidan only knew something felt off, and his instincts had saved him more than once before.