Pinning me there, as the little kitchen gets steamier and the scent of sweat, and musk, and sweat fills it like a ripe fog.Aidan’s slamming into me, now. Gay porn Until his balls are pressed against my nose, and the scent of him – musk and fresh sweat – is filling me fit to bursting. As if he can’t decide if he wants more of this incredible torment, or if he needs to pull away and save whatever last vestiges of his sanity might remain.Maybe it’s watching that play out in Chance’s expression – a vision I have to imagine, his ass still on top of my face – but Aidan topples next. “You know it turns me on when you use big words.”He glares at me, but there’s the ghost of a grin there, too. “A stiff breeze turns you on,” he says. It’s not like it hurts, but my buddies weren’t exactly gentle with me.”So, who’s…” I start.”I’ll go,” Aidan interrupts. I nod at him, then glance around the others. I don’t know why it feels so much easier to do stuff, versus talk about it out loud.”Both,” I concede.Aidan nods, slowly.
