Just a Bit Captivated (Straight Guys Book 14)

The helicopter ride back to the island was quiet.

Zain seemed in a pensive mood, staring out the window. Aiden was in a self-kicking mood, trying to eliminate his stupid attraction.

Unfortunately, it was easier said than done.

As they walked toward the house, his eyes kept straying to Zain, lingering on his chiseled cheekbones, strong profile, and the mouthwatering Adam’s apple on his stubbled throat. Aiden wanted to put his mouth there and suck. Fuck, if he had any doubts left about his attraction to men, they were gone now. He definitely was attracted to men. Or at least to this man.

“I hope you realize that I didn’t buy you to suck my cock.”

Aiden paled, flushed, and stared at Zain. “W-what?” he stammered. But part of him wasn’t even surprised that Zain had noticed his stupid attraction to him. This man was too intelligent and observant to have missed anything.

Zain opened the front door and preceded him into the house. Taking his shoes off, he headed toward his office.

Numbly, Aiden took his shoes off as well and followed him, feeling like a man sentenced to death.

“Shut the door,” Zain said once they were inside his office.

His knees trembling, Aiden shut the door.

Leaning his hip against his desk, Zain regarded him with his inscrutable brown eyes.

Silence stretched, thick and suffocating.

“You told me you weren’t homosexual,” Zain said in a conversational voice.

If there was a god, a meteorite would strike the house right this moment, saving him from this humiliation.

Unfortunately, the cosmic bodies didn’t oblige.

“I didn’t lie,” Aiden said stiffly, looking anywhere but at him. “I just wasn’t entirely honest. I did find some men attractive in the past. I just didn’t do anything about it. So I wasn’t lying about my lack of experience.”

Silence.

“Can I go now?” Aiden said, rubbing the back of his neck. His face felt very hot.

“Look at me.” It was a quiet command, but it was a command all the same.

Aiden couldn’t disobey him.

Zain was eyeing him with a strange look on his face. “I’m not homosexual,” he said. “Your attraction is unrequited and unwelcome.”

This was the single most humiliating moment of Aiden’s life. He hadn’t thought it was possible to hate this man more, but he did now.

Laughing harshly, Aiden turned toward the door. “Right. All right. If that’s all—”

“I didn’t say you could go.”

Aiden froze with his hand on the door handle.

“While the situation isn’t ideal, it can be used to our advantage.”

Frowning incredulously, Aiden turned around. “What?”

Zain thrummed his fingers absentmindedly on the desk, his expression calculating. “Your lack of experience is a problem. Gadiel is skittish about the whole thing as it is. Saddling him with an unenthusiastic lover who doesn’t know what he’s doing isn’t going to work. You should at least know what you’re doing.”

Aiden’s heart started to pound. Did… Did Zain mean what Aiden thought he meant?

“I will allow you to practice on me,” Zain said, his fingers flexing on the desk. “Come over here.”

He was kidding.

He couldn’t possibly be serious.

It couldn’t possibly be happening.

Aiden swallowed, looking at him wide-eyed.

“It’s not funny,” he rasped out.

Zain’s lips twisted into a sardonic smile. “Trust me, I don’t find this amusing, either.” His shoulders were tense. His entire body was, tension rolling off him in almost tangible waves. “Stop wasting my time. We both know it will happen. You will get on your knees and you will learn how to suck cock. Now, Aiden.”

Aiden’s feet moved before he consciously made the decision. He stopped in front of Zain, feeling nearly dizzy with an awful combination of want, hatred, and confusion.

“Get on with it,” Zain said, his careless tone at odds with the intensity of his eyes. “Do you need to be ordered? I can order you.”

The world seemed to be wavering around him, shaky and out of focus. The only thing that remained firmly in focus was Zain’s haughty face and his dark, dark eyes.

“Now,” Zain said softly.

Aiden’s knees buckled. He all but fell, his knees hitting the plush carpet, as if pushed down by an invisible hand.

Dazedly, he watched Zain’s long fingers lift the white thobe out of the way and then pull his cock out of his pants.

And there it was.

Zain’s cock.

Aiden licked his lips, unable to look away. The cock was more than half-hard already. It was big. Thick. Veiny. Darker than Zain’s skin. Zain’s hand moved, stroking it lazily, until it completely hardened inches away from Aiden’s face, the cockhead fat and glistening.

Christ.

Aiden stared at it, hypnotized. He couldn’t seem to look away.

“Get on with it before I change my mind,” Zain said tersely. “Stop wasting my time.”

Aiden felt a fresh wave of helpless anger—and an equally strong wave of arousal. To his mortification and confusion, Zain’s dismissive, bossy attitude was only making him more eager. More desperate. As if Zain really was doing him a favor by letting him suck his cock. As if it were a privilege.

“Fine, then,” Zain said, making a move to tuck his cock back into his pants.

No!

Aiden swayed forward and touched the head of Zain’s cock with his tongue.

Oh god.

The first lick across the silky, swollen head left him lightheaded with arousal. Fuck, it shouldn’t have been so hot. He was licking another man’s cock. Why did this turn him on so much?

Aiden dragged his tongue from the base of Zain’s cock to the tip, and then he mouthed his way back down, marveling at the silken texture. He could hardly believe he was actually doing this. But god, he wanted this cock in his mouth.

Aiden sucked on the fat tip, and then dipped down further, taking as much of the cock inside him as he could. He moaned, his mind becoming foggy and slow with arousal.

He got a rhythmic bob going, relishing the sensation of the thick, smooth rod sliding over the sensitive skin of his mouth, hitting the back of his throat again, and again, and again. It was making him choke a little, but Aiden kind of didn’t care. He wanted more. He couldn’t stop.

A heavy hand tangled in his hair and tugged, pulling him off Zain’s cock.

Aiden moaned in protest, panting raggedly, and lifted his glazed eyes.

Zain’s face was no longer inscrutable, his jaw tense and locked as though he was in pain. Dark eyes glared down at him, Zain’s hard cock throbbing against Aiden’s parted lips.

Aiden tried to take the cock back into his mouth, but Zain’s grip tightened, not allowing him.

A whine left Aiden’s throat.

Zain’s nostrils flared. “So desperate,” he said, his gaze flicking between Aiden’s eyes and his panting mouth. “Pathetic.”

“Fuck you,” Aiden spat out—or rather, tried to. His voice sounded absolutely wrecked.

Zain’s thumb stroked Aiden’s wet bottom lip, pressing hard. His leaking erection slapped against his cheek. “I’m not surprised. You looked like a cocksucker kneeling on that podium, the way you were constantly licking your fat lips.”

Fat lips? He didn’t have fat lips!

“Why, thank you, I had no idea you were paying so much attention to my lips—”

Zain shoved his cock back into him, making Aiden choke and glare at him sullenly. His anger probably didn’t look very convincing, considering how hard he was, how much this was turning him on—having his mouth used for another man’s pleasure. For this man’s pleasure.

Aiden wished he had the self-control to pull away, to punch this insufferably arrogant man, but something about the humiliating words—the humiliating treatment—only turned him on more. He moaned around Zain’s cock and humped the air, seeking friction—anything.

Zain pressed his socked foot against his crotch, hard, nothing gentle about it, and Aiden groaned, humping it gratefully, harder and faster, oh god, yes, yes—

He came so hard he nearly blacked out. He was barely conscious while Zain grabbed his face, holding him still as he slammed hard into his mouth, over and over and over. Then he groaned and Aiden’s mouth was suddenly filled with hot, salty come. Aiden coughed, but Zain didn’t let him pull back, holding him in place.

“Swallow,” came a quiet command.

Aiden swallowed every drop, shivering as Zain’s thumb stroked his cheek lightly before Zain removed his hands from his face.

Panting, Aiden looked up, despising how much he wanted to have pleased this man. Was it good?

Was I good?

Zain tucked his cock back into his pants. His face was inscrutable once again. “Passable. You were more eager than skilled, but some men are into that.”

Flushing, Aiden glowered at him. “Fuck you.”

Straightening his thobe, Zain said, “You’ll need more practice.” He walked out, leaving Aiden gaping.

More practice?