Chapter 2

Aidan’s lips closed soft and warm around my cock, and the quiet sound of it sent a sharp shudder straight through my chest. His breath ghosted over my skin, hot and trembling, and I tangled my fingers deeper into his thick hair, holding him exactly where I wanted him, no farther, no less. He obeyed instantly. The powerful hockey captain, who could have crushed me with one hand, knelt trembling in the dirt, cheeks hollowing slightly, eyes glassy and locked on mine, surrendering only what I allowed.

“Good boy,” I whispered, the words tasting strange and thrilling on my tongue. “Just like that. Nothing more.”

He let out a muffled, needy sound, his body moving restlessly beneath him. I watched him struggle with everything he was feeling, watched the way his chest heaved, the flush climbing up his neck, the desperate tension in his legs, and felt something dark and powerful unfurl inside me. I was still the skinny, bespectacled kid everyone overlooked. But in this moment, none of that mattered. I held all his vulnerability, all his pride, all of him, right there in my hands.

I let him stay like that for long minutes, intentionally pushing his patience until I could see it unraveling in his eyes. Every shaky breath, every restless movement only made the tension between us burn hotter. Then I finally pulled back, leaving him gasping, his lips swollen from kissing, his chest heaving as though he had just run a race. He stared at me with a desperate, almost disbelieving look, and the sight sent a wicked thrill straight through me.

“Not yet,” I told him, tucking myself back into my shorts. “On your feet.”

Aidan stood slowly, unsteady, his breathing still ragged. He looked at me with such open, hungry longing that my heart stuttered. Whatever had happened between us back in the cabin had broken something wide open inside him, all that arrogance, all that pride, stripped away and replaced by this eager, aching surrender.

“Follow me,” I said.

I led him toward the main camp clearing, where cabins stood spaced among the trees and other campers were beginning to wander between them. Aidan hesitated when he realized where we were going. “Alex, someone might see us.”

“Then behave,” I said over my shoulder, not slowing. “Or do you want everyone to know exactly how desperate you are for me?”

He fell silent and kept walking, close behind me, his hands clasped tight in front of him like he was afraid of what they might do. I could feel the tension rolling off him in wave, embarrassment, anticipation, that thrumming, unrelenting need. When we reached the open path near the mess hall, where groups of campers were passing back and forth, I stopped and turned to him.

“Kneel,” I said, quiet and clear.

His eyes went wide. “Here? People will-”

“Kneel, Aidan. Or we go back to the woods and you get nothing at all.”

For a long second he hesitated, glancing at the boys and girls walking by, then back at me. Then, slowly, painfully, he sank to his knees on the packed earth right there in plain view, face burning, shoulders hunched, trying and failing to look like he wasn’t the most popular guy at camp kneeling for the smallest.

“Look at me,” I said.

He lifted his head.

His expression was torn, shame and longing battling for control in his dark eyes, his lips parted as his breath came shallow and fast. Passing campers glanced over, and I watched recognition flicker across a few of their faces. Shock followed. Aidan noticed it too, his face burning bright red, but he still refused to look away. He didn’t move. He didn’t run. He remained exactly where I had left him, enduring every curious, confused stare because, somehow, my words still mattered more than his embarrassment.

“Eyes on me,” I repeated, stepping closer until I stood directly before him, my shins nearly brushing his chest. “Let them see. Let them watch their precious captain on his knees for someone nobody notices. You like being my secret, don’t you? You like belonging to me where no one would ever guess.”

Aidan nodded, barely visible. “Yes… Alex. Only yours.”

“Say it louder.” I oedered.

“I’m yours.” His voice cracked, rough and thick with need. “Only yours.”

I reached out, brushed his cheek, and he leaned into my hand, shameless now, past the point of caring who saw. I let my touch linger, possessive and claiming, while campers whispered and stared, while Aidan knelt and accepted it all, his pride laid at my feet just like his body.

When I had pushed him far enough, when he was flushed and trembling and looked like he might beg just to feel my touch again, I stepped back. “Good. You’ve been very good today, Aidan.”

His whole body seemed to lean toward me at the praise. “Please... Alex. Please.”

“Come back to the cabin,” I said, turning away. “Now.”

He scrambled to his feet and followed, hurrying to keep pace, utterly shameless now, chasing after me like he couldn’t bear to let me out of his sight. Back inside, the door barely latched before he was on me, hands reaching, desperate and clumsy, his composure completely shattered. I caught his wrists and pushed him back onto the bed, and he went willingly, sprawling beneath me and looking up with flushed cheeks, chest heaving, eyes heavy and dark with unmistakable want.

“Patience,” I murmured, standing between his spread knees and slowly undoing my belt. “You’ve earned your reward. But you take it how I say.”

Aidan nodded frantically, his gaze fixed on my hands. “Anything. Whatever you want.”

I held his head, set the rhythm, and watched the strong, confident hockey captain worship me with everything he had. He hummed around me, the sound low and needy, and his hands gripped the bedsheets so hard his knuckles turned white, still keeping them where I’d ordered them, still denying himself even as he gave me everything. I felt that familiar heat coiling tight in my gut, felt my control beginning to fray, and Aidan seemed to sense it. He redoubled his efforts, desperate to bring me pleasure, desperate to be exactly what I wanted, desperate to earn every stroke and every breath.

I was close. So close, teetering on the edge, and Aidan knew it.

He looked up at me, eyes wet and burning, and I tangled both hands into his hair, my breath hitching as the tension between us became almost unbearable. For one suspended moment, neither of us moved. We simply stared at each other, both knowing exactly what was about to happen.

And then I let go of the last bit of control I had left.