“Did I say I was?” I countered, my gaze never leaving his. Two years ago I’d be all apologetic and fearful of his anger. Things had changed since. I’d changed, and it was about time Aaron knew it.
He blinked. “Uh, no.”
“Right. So I’m owning up to my mistakes. Isn’t that what we’re supposed to be doing?” At his nod, I continued. “Yeah, I let guys touch me. And I may have gone too far sometimes, but not since we talked it out and decided to give this…us…another try. I want to make this work.”
“I want that too. I’m trying, but you know how I was brought up. Fighting, not talking things out was our normal. It’s gonna take time for me to break myself of that habit.”
Mostly closemouthed about his childhood, Aaron did confide he’d grown up surrounded by violence. Yelling and screaming came naturally to him; it was all he knew. When we’d first started dating, he’d kept his anger well-hidden for the most part. We’d had fun and good times, like every other couple, until he lost his job. The months passed without him finding work, and that failure awoke a fury inside Aaron he couldn’t control. It became a beast that swallowed him whole, and he took it out on me until it eventually exploded.
“I get it. And I’ve respected your wishes to keep your past in the past, but you havta understand people are gonna judge you.”
“I know.” He got up and stood in front of me. “Can I sit next to you?”
At my nod, he joined me on the sofa and slid an arm around my shoulders. “I know I fucked up, babe. And I got work to do. I need the chance to make it right with you. If you want, I’ll get on my knees to make sure you know how much I want you back.”
“I don’t need grand gestures. I need the everyday stuff. Not making me feel like I’m bothering you when I wanna talk about my day. Or like my needs aren’t as important as yours.”
“I know. And I promise I’m gonna try harder.”
“I don’t want you to have to try. I want it to come naturally.”
“It will. I promise.” He jumped up. “I’m gonna get us a drink, and you can tell me about the latest design you’re working on.”
I watched him walk to the kitchen, admiring his firm butt. Aaron possessed the finest ass I’d ever seen gracing a pair of jeans.
“You want water?” As he bent to pull out the bottles I had chilling in the refrigerator, his phone rang. His face lit up, and he ran over to the table where he’d left his phone and grabbed it.
“Hello?”
The way he chewed on his lip and held the back of his neck, I knew the call had to be about a job. I held my breath and listened.
“Yeah. Yeah, I can come in later today. Sure. No problem. Thank you.” He clicked off and let out a“Whoop!”
“Yes! They called me from the gardening center in the Terminal Market. Want me to start today.”
The Brooklyn Terminal Market was the biggest gardening center in the borough, and knowing Aaron’s love for planting and growing things, it would be the perfect job for him. I jumped up to give him a hug. “That’s fantastic.”
He pulled me close and spun me around. “I gotta take a shower and get dressed. I know it’s casual and stuff, but I don’t wanna look like a slob, ya know?” He kept his arms around me, and I laid my head on his chest.
“You could never. But I get it. You got enough of your stuff here that I can help you pick out something for you to wear if you want. And take a shower too. I’m really good at scrubbing backs.”
He cupped my ass, and I sighed, feeling his dick stiffen. One thing I never worried about was how much Aaron wanted me. He could go from zero to a hundred in no time flat when it came to sex. And from the way he was rocking against me, I’d say we were at eighty already.
“I’d like that. I like anything you do to me.” He kept up that rocking, flexing movement of his hips, and I wriggled against him, knowing how much he liked it when I did that. I sank to my knees and pulled his sweats off, letting his dick out. His thick cock pushed against my lips, and he grunted.
Turned-on by how much he wanted me, I eagerly took him in my mouth, loving the salty taste of his precome.
“Fuck yeah. Suck me. That’s it.” His hands came over my head and pushed. I gagged a bit, then recovered, and with Aaron fisting my hair, I swirled my tongue around the base and back up to the flat, smooth crown, licking and sucking.
“Ahh, fuck. Yeah. Harder.”
I scraped my teeth along the underside of his dick and heard his hiss of pleasure-pain while some more precome spurted in my mouth. I did it again until I had him groaning and swaying on his feet. He clutched my shoulders and thrust into my mouth deeper, his body’s sign that he was about to come. I began that tight, hard suction he loved and squeezed his balls while I took him all the way deep.
“Holy fuck, yeah. Oh God, oh fuck. Yeah.” His thighs tensed, and his cock swelled and pulsed, shooting out streams of come down my throat. Aaron dug his hands in my hair and sighed. “Fuck, Frankie. No one sucks dick like you.”
I tensed and let him slip out of my mouth. Before speaking, I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, hating that my fingers trembled. “Uh, did you have so many comparisons?”
An unreadable expression crept into his dark eyes, and he reached down to pull up his pants before answering. “No, uh, well, inside…you know, shit happens.”
