I nod. “You can start moving.”
Carefully, he pulls out before pressing back in, watching my reactions. Both of his hands are occupied, holding onto my hips, so I reach down and jerk myself off. It’s okay, I suppose. My ass is no longer sore, but the sensation of him hitting my prostate isn’t powerful and intoxicating to make me moan uncontrollably, the way Aaron was last time.
Aaron grabs my legs and adjusts them so they’re higher and wrapped around his body. I hook my ankles, my feet resting against his back. “Maybe this angle will be better,” he murmurs.
I don’t expect the change to do much, so when Aaron shoves in, the sudden bolt of pleasure takes me off guard, and my legs twitch, almost sliding off where I’ve wrapped them around him. He thrusts in, then out, then back in again, slamming against the same spot over and over while I clench around him. Before, the press of his cock against my prostate was light. Nice enough, but unremarkable. But now, the blunt tip ploughs against that bundle of nerves harder and faster and —
“Better, right?” Aaron asks, grunting.
I prepare to answer but find that my mouth’s already open. I’ve been moaning, and I didn’t even realise it.
“Yeah,” I pant. “Much better.”
Aaron holds himself up with a hand on either side of my chest, and I reach for him, digging my fingers into his arms. My legs tighten around his waist, keeping a firm hold on him, and I gasp with every rough thrust.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” he manages.
“No, it’s g-good.” I look down between us, his cock disappearing into me, my cock bouncing against my tummy.
Aaron's eyes are on me when I return my gaze to him. His forehead shines with perspiration, his cheeks flushed.
“You must be exhausted,” I say. He’s thrusting faster and harder than I did, and I can’t believe he’s keeping up the pace.
“I’m fine. I want to make it good for you.”
“You are,” I say. With my left hand, I let go of his bicep and reach for the back of his head instead, burrowing my fingers into his hair.
He whimpers, his body collapsing forward so his head is closer to me. I tighten my grip on his soft locks and pull himdown. He goes obediently, and I kiss him hard, lips parted, tongues swirling, moaning into each other’s mouths.
I dig my fingers into his scalp. I’m sure anyone else would find the action painful, but Aaron loves it when I tug on his hair. He loves it when I kiss him savagely, his hips thrusting harder and harder until I’m swallowed up with ecstasy.
“I’m close,” I whisper.
With one hand, he reaches between us and takes me in his hand. He thumbs the end, and my toes curl.
“You’re leaking,” he says, bringing his hand to his mouth and licking his thumb.
I stare, open-mouthed. “Aaron,” is all I can say.
His fingers return to my cock and wrap around it tightly, and then he starts jerking me off brutally fast, and my balls twitch and tighten up. Everything feels white-hot, and my legs slide off Aaron’s waist because I’m lacking the strength and focus to keep them wrapped around him.
“Fuck, Aaron,” I breathe. “Fucking — god, I’m going to fucking c—”
The orgasm rips through me, and I squeeze my eyes closed as I shoot all over my stomach, hot and sticky. Aaron’s hand lets go of my dick before I get too sensitive, and he thrusts into me once last time before shuddering and collapsing on top of me, mouth on my shoulder, teeth against skin but no bite.
We lay there for a moment, catching our breath, and I savour Aaron’s heat, the scent of his hair, the weight of his gorgeous body against mine.
Finally, he peels himself off me. I crack my eyes open to see I’ve painted his stomach with come. Aaron pulls gingerly out, leaving me feeling strangely empty.
We clean up, him removing the condom and throwing it away, me wiping up my mess with tissues. We use a wet towelin the bathroom, then stumble back to bed, my legs feeling like jelly.
“Hey,” I say after I’ve turned the lamp off and pulled Aaron close so his head rests against my shoulder.
“Yeah?”
“Can I ask you a question?”
Something in my tone makes him stiffen. “I’m scared,” he says.
