Ex Delicto (4 page)

Aiden

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said.

“No. All the conference rooms are taken up,” Greg said.

I checked my watch. “A little early for that, isn’t it?”

Greg shrugged. “We’ve been busy lately.”

“We should just work at one of our places then,” I said.

“Let’s go to yours,” Greg said. “It’s closer. And nicer.”

I glanced over at Xavier. He touched his hand to his mouth and swallowed. I couldn’t help smiling.

“Perfect,” I said.

I unlocked the door and let Greg and Xavier into my apartment. Then I closed the door behind me, never taking my eyes off of Xavier.

He hadn’t spoken the whole cab ride. But just as always, he was hard to read. Was it just that he was nervous about coming to my place? Or was he still thinking about what Michael Patterson had said?

I had to admit, I wasn’t as confident as Greg that Patterson was lying. He looked pretty scared, even for a rich man facing jail time. But I wasn’t sure Patterson was telling the truth either. Greg was right – rich, entitled men like Patterson were so accustomed to not having to take responsibility for their actions that when it finally does happen, it actually feels to them like they’re being wronged. Xavier was too new to understand that. Not that I blamed him. It wasn’t the kind of thing they taught in school. It was the kind of thing you had to learn on the job.

“How about you put some coffee on, Greg?” I asked.

“What kind of host are you?” he said, laughing.

I gave him a stern look, glancing over at Xavier to make my point.

“Fine,” Greg said, and headed to the kitchen.

“The full pot,” I called after him.

I heard clattering in the kitchen. I walked over to Xavier and leaned back on the wall next to him. He shifted position, shuffling away from me. I chuckled. It was only when I got close to him that he gave anything away.

“You were pretty quiet on the cab ride here,” I said.

“I didn’t have anything to say,” Xavier said.

“Somehow I doubt that.”

“It’s true.” He shrugged. “I said what I have to say.”

“You mean about Michael Patterson saying he was framed.”

Xavier sighed. “I guess it makes me a newbie, or naïve, or whatever, but I really did think Michael was scared.”

“He’s a rich guy who has a good chance of going to jail. Of course he’s scared.”

Xavier shook his head. “I don’t know.
That
scared? I don’t know.”

I turned and faced Xavier, putting one arm on the wall above his head. I put a finger under his chin. The way he blushed made my cock stir. I could barely restrain myself from kissing him on the spot.

“Hey,” I said. “If he
is
innocent, we’ll find out, okay? If anyone can, it’s Greg and I.” I ran a hand through his hair. “And with your help? Whoever did this doesn’t stand a chance.”

“How do you know?” Xavier said. “You don’t even know me.”

“Maybe not,” I said. I leaned in closer. “But I’d like to.”

“Aiden, don’t,” he whispered. “Greg’s coming back in any second.”

I brushed my thumb over his lip. “No, he won’t. When he’s done in there, he’ll say—”

“Coffee’s ready!” Greg called from the kitchen.

I sighed. I never realized Greg had such a terrible sense of timing. “Just so,” I told Xavier. “Let’s get to work then, shall we?”

By five p.m. we were all running on empty. Even I had to admit, the past couple of days had really taken their toll. It wasn’t just the lack of sleep. Cases like this took a lot of mental effort. Most of them did, but a financial firm like ours didn’t always handle cases that involved anyone facing jail time. When we did, it always upped the stakes.

I wish we had been able to find something that suggested Patterson was the least bit innocent. But so far, it didn’t look good. I wasn’t even able to find any mitigating factors. By all accounts he was a rich man who wasn’t facing divorce or a lawsuit or anything that would make a judge go easy on him for committing fraud. Patterson’s only possible motivation was greed.

But even so, why now?

“I’m sorry, I’m an asshole, but I’ve got to go,” Greg said, cutting into my thoughts.

I looked at my watch and chuckled. “Again, Greg?”

He rubbed his eyes as he stood up. “I know, I’m sorry, but Michael and his lawyer called me last night about that client meeting this morning, and then I came in early, so I really didn’t get that much sleep.”

“I was kidding, it’s fine,” I said. “Go home.”

Greg shook his head and headed out. “I swear, he better let me get a good six hours this time.” He opened the door and glanced back at us. “Sorry, Xavier.”

“It’s okay,” Xavier mumbled.

The door shut and a heavy silence came over the room.

“Xavier—”

“Can I have some more coffee?” Xavier interrupted.

“Uh…sure,” I said. I got up and went in the kitchen. I poured in the water, then put the filter in with freshly ground coffee. I turned the machine on and went back in the living room.

He was still staring at papers. A little too intently, I thought.

I smiled and sat back down beside him. “It’ll be ready in a minute.”

He barely glanced up. “Thanks.”

I pretended to look over something, but really was watching his reaction to the situation. He was so hard to read though. I knew the only way I’d find out what he was thinking was to get close to him. He was so responsive to me that I knew I’d get it out of him.

The coffee maker gurgled in the kitchen. I got up and grabbed Xavier’s coffee mug, hesitating over him just a second too long. He shifted in his seat.

I couldn’t help grinning. I loved watching him react. “Be right back,” I said.

I poured the coffee and left it black, the way he’d been drinking it. We hadn’t known each other long and I already knew how he took his coffee.

Then again, we’d also already made out on the couch in the office.

I sat down beside Xavier and put his coffee down on the table.

He blushed. “Thanks,” he said.

The silence was so heavy. I knew he could feel it. He had been relatively relaxed earlier, leaning over the table with all his papers spread out, concentrating. Now he was sitting rigid on the couch, his jaw set, staring hard at the documents, though his eyes weren’t actually moving over them.

“Xavier,” I said, moving over on the couch closer to him.

He moved away from me and shook his head. “Aiden. I can’t.”

I moved closer again. “Why can’t you?”

He moved away again, hitting the arm of the couch. “Because. You’re my boss.”

“So?” I said.

“I don’t want to get fired,” he said.

“Do you really think I’d fire you if you wouldn’t sleep with me?”

Xavier’s face turned bright red. “I don’t know. I don’t know you.”

“That’s right, you don’t know me,” I said. I took his hand and ran my thumb along the palm.

Xavier fidgeted and his breathing grew more shallow. It was amazing how unreadable he normally was compared to how completely responsive he was now. He was so intriguing.

“I don’t know. I don’t think it’s a good idea,” he said.

I cupped his face in my hand. “You don’t know?” I asked.

He looked away. “I’m not…I’m not good at this.”

“This?” I asked.

“Don’t make me say it,” he said.

I put my other hand on his face and forced him to face me.

“That’s okay,” I said. “I’ll guide you through it.”

I leaned over him and kissed him.

Xavier

I knew it. I couldn’t resist Aiden.

He kissed me, his tongue massaging mine. His hands were on my face, then running through my hair. He leaned in, then over me.

This gorgeous man wanted me. I didn’t know why, but he did.

He pulled me under him on the couch, completely covering me. He took off my glasses and put them on the table. He then continued to kiss me, so deeply and thoroughly, that I could feel it throughout my entire body. His body was flattened against mine, and I was so hard by now that there was no way he didn’t feel it. There was no hiding the way I felt anymore.

I felt him hard against me too. He ran a hand down my side, cupping my ass, then pulling my leg up on one side of him. He did the same to my other leg, so that I was straddling him with both of my legs in the air. I could feel his dick against my ass through the cloth. It was so wrong and so right at the same time.

He broke the kiss, and both of us were out of breath. He sat back and moved his hands to my belt.

This was it. If I didn’t stop now I wouldn’t be able to.

I put a hand to my forehead. “Oh my God, I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“Oh, I can,” Aiden said. He ran a finger along my jawline. “Last chance to change your mind,” he said, echoing my thoughts.

He smiled that gorgeous smile of his, confident I wouldn’t be able to resist him.

And he was right.

I shook my head.

“Thank God,” he said.

He brought his hand back to my belt. I closed my eyes. I heard the metal clinking sounds as he unbuckled the belt, then felt the burning friction against my skin as he pulled it out of the belt loops. He unbuttoned my pants and pulled them off so quickly I barely knew what was happening, then stroked my dick through my underwear.

“Oh my God,” I murmured.

One hand continued going up and down my dick. The other hand went up, over my stomach and under my shirt. He pushed my shirt up to my chest.

It felt so good. We had barely done anything and it felt so good.

I was so hard and so hot that I barely felt any embarrassment anymore as he pulled off my underwear. He ran a hand up and down my dick, now skin against skin. Unconsciously I let out a moan, and my back arched into it. I couldn’t control myself anymore.

Aiden leaned down and began kissing down my bare stomach as he continued stroking my cock.

He wasn’t really going to…was he?

I didn’t have to wait long to find out. He took me in his mouth.

“Ahh!” I cried.

He took my cock in and out of his wet mouth, one hand stroking the top. I whimpered and writhed under him.

My boss was sucking my cock. My hot, sexy boss was sucking my cock and it felt more amazing than anything I’d felt in my life.

I tried to stay still and not buck my hips, but I couldn’t stop. Without even thinking, my body would automatically thrust into his mouth. I thought he would get mad at me, but he just kept going. I fisted one hand in Aiden’s hair and squeezed the couch pillow with the other, willing myself to stay rooted to the couch.

I also tried not to cry out too much, but I was wildly unsuccessful at that as well. I let out a moan with every motion of his lips up and down my dick, every wet slurping sound.

“Oh my God. Oh my God, Aiden,” I moaned.

He didn’t stop. I thought I was going to faint from how good it felt. I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“I’m—I’m close. Aiden, I’m close. Aiden!”

I cried out and came in his mouth.

Aiden

“I’m so sorry,” Xavier said, hurriedly clothing himself.

“For what? For coming?” I said, wiping the last bit off my mouth.

“I, well, yeah. In your mouth, I mean,” he mumbled, not even able to look at me.

I chuckled. “I don’t mind,” I said.

“You don’t?” he said, glancing over at me.

“No. I don’t,” I said. “And even if I did, you gave me warning. It would have been my fault that I kept going.”

“You’re really not mad?” he asked.

What was he so upset about? “Why would you think I would be?” I asked.

Xavier ran a hand through his hair and looked at the ground. “Ah, my ex. He didn’t like anything like that. He was kind of…critical. Especially during sex,” he said.

Suddenly everything made sense. How he seemed so confident at work but so flustered when I did anything romantic. How he was so gorgeous but so inexperienced with sex. I ran a hand down his face and took his chin in my fingers. I ran my thumb lightly over his lip. He blushed and tried to move away, but I wouldn’t let him. I couldn’t believe he was still so shy after I’d just given him a blow job.

“Hey. I don’t know that guy, but whoever he was, he was an asshole,” I said. An idea hit me. “He was your first?”

Xavier’s eyes widened. “Yeah. How’d you know?”

I smiled. It was obvious. Just like it was obvious that guy wasn’t just his first, he was his
only
. Otherwise Xavier would have figured out by now how much of an asshole his ex was.

That was okay. I was going to be the one to show him.

I kissed him lightly. He averted his eyes, but he didn’t pull away.

“Xavier,” I said.

“Yeah?” he said.

“Look at me,” I said.

He blinked a few times, then looked up at me.

“You won’t have to worry about that with me. I promise,” I said.

Xavier actually smiled. That damn smile. The one that hit my heart way more than my dick.

“Seriously, when did you get so nice?” he said.

“Was I that hard on you at work?” I asked.

“No, no,” he said automatically. Then he paused. “Well, maybe a little.”

“Well, that’s work. I’m serious about my job,” I said. “And the last few new hires we had weren’t, so Greg likes me to scare off the lazy ones so they don’t stick around too long.”

“Is that what you were doing?” Xavier asked. “I guess that means I passed the test?”

I smiled and kissed him. “Yeah. You passed.”

He smiled back.

“But I would never hurt you like that ex of yours,” I said. “In fact, if I ever see that guy I might just hurt
him
. That guy was an asshole. You got it?”

Xavier nodded.

“Good,” I said.

“In that case…” Xavier started.

“Yes?”

He shook his head and blushed. “Never mind.”

“No, what?”

He was a brighter red than I’d ever seen him, and this guy blushed a
lot
.

“Can I…can I try sucking your dick?”

I sat for a few seconds staring at him in disbelief. Was he kidding? Like I would say no to that. Like I hadn’t been dying for him to suck my dick practically since I met him.

“Never mind, pretend I didn’t ask,” Xavier said, trying to pull away.

“Whoa, hold on!” I said, pulling him back. “Sorry, I just thought for a second that I’d died and gone to heaven.”

“Are you making fun of me?” Xavier said.

“I can assure you, I’m not,” I said. I caressed his face. “But you don’t have to if  you don’t want to.”

He shook his head. “I want to.”

God damn. Just hearing that made me immediately hard. I smiled, trying to put him at ease. “Okay.”

“Just…tell me if I’m doing something wrong, okay?” Xavier said.

“No way,” I said.

His eyes widened. “But how will I know if I’m doing it right?”

You’ll know, I thought. “Why don’t you just do what you like?” I said. “You have a dick, and I’m guessing you’ve gotten quite a few blow jobs from your ex too.”

Xavier laughed uncomfortably.

He was so awkward. I really didn’t want to mess things up between us because he felt like he had to prove something to me. “Hey, really, you don’t have to—”

Xavier interrupted me by kissing me. It was the first time he’d actually made the move to kiss me first. It was just like my dream.

He climbed on top of me and straddled me, still kissing me, pulling me toward him with my shirt collar. He began to unbutton my shirt.

“Is this okay?” he said.

“Hell yes,” I said.

He finished unbuttoning my shirt, then pushed it off over my shoulders. I took it off the rest of the way and threw it on the floor behind me. He ran his hands over my bare skin, over my chest, shoulders, and back.

Where had this passion come from? I didn’t want to scare him off by asking him. Besides, it felt damn good.

He began kissing those full lips down my neck, down to my chest, then stomach.

If this was a dream again, I might just have to kill someone.

But he kept going. He took off my belt, unbuttoned my slacks, and unzipped my fly. Then he went from straddling me to kneeling on the floor in front of the couch.

“Last chance to change your mind,” he said, repeating what I’d said earlier.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I said.

He chuckled. “Okay then.”

He slid my slacks off my legs and threw them over with my shirt. Then he pulled down the front of the waistband of my underwear, freeing my cock. Xavier licked the length of the shaft, getting my dick totally wet before taking it in his mouth.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I breathed.

He slowly ran his lips up and down my dick as if he were savoring it. The sight of those full lips wrapped around my cock was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I didn’t think I could get any harder, but I felt myself stiffen in Xavier’s mouth.

He kept moving his lips back and forth on my cock, faster and faster. He then took one hand and worked the length of what he couldn’t fit in his mouth. I ran my hands through his hair without even thinking about it, so turned on I couldn’t sit still. He took my cock out of his mouth, his lips wet and dripping with saliva. He kept his hand on my dick, jacking it off, as he smiled up at me.

What was he doing to me?

After that quick break he put my dick in his mouth again, sliding it in and out even faster. I realized I was moaning and cursing with each movement of his lips on my cock.

“I’m close,” I managed to groan out.

Xavier’s response was to fuck me with his mouth even faster.

With a grunt I came in his mouth. To my surprise, he swallowed up all my cum, down to the last drop.

“Jesus Christ, Xavier,” I said.

He looked worried. “What?”

“That was fucking incredible.”