“You didn’t havta wait up. I know you were tired.”
“S’okay.” Yawning, he sat up and rubbed his eyes. “I wanted to see you.” He patted the space next to him. “C’mere and sit down.”
I snuggled in next to his warmth and laid my head on his shoulder. We sat for a moment, Aaron carding his fingers through my hair. “Mmm. This is nice. Did you have fun with the guys from work?”
“It was a’right. They spent half the night trying to hit on girls in a bar. The usual. But they’re okay to hang with.”
“Do they know?”
“About what? That I was in prison or that I’m gay?”
“The gay part. I figured you weren’t gonna tell them you were arrested your first day.”
“Actually, yeah, I did. I brought it up with the owner’s son, Lennie, ’cause it’s somethin’ he could find out on his own. He’s cool with it. I figured telling them I’m gay wasn’t something I needed to shove in their faces right away, you know?”
“Yeah. You’re right.” I sighed when he began to nuzzle under my chin, and forgot what we were talking about at the feel of his mouth sucking my neck. “Mmm.” The rough stubble of his jaw scraped against my skin, and I loved the rasp of his unsteady breath.
He pressed against me, and my insides lit up feeling his thick cock against my stomach. A shudder ran through me. I wanted so badly to make love to him.
“I’m not ready yet.” My body didn’t agree as Aaron rubbed against me, and I knew he felt my rapidly hardening dick.
“I know. Just wanna touch you.”
He stroked my back and I wondered if he’d press me for more.
My heart tightened. “Wanting you is the easy part. I always want you. But it has to be more than about sex this time for us. We talked about this, remember?”
Listen to me, please.
A heavy sigh escaped Aaron. “I-I know. I got carried away. Touching you again does that to me. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful and hot. I’m trying. I swear I wanna start over and make it right. I swear I’m gonna do better.”
My thumping heart settled back to its normal rhythm. Those words. For years I’d waited to hear them. “But you understand why I wanna wait, right?”
“Yeah, I guess. I mean I do. I gotta prove myself to you…that I’ve changed.”
“Both of us.” I shifted over to get closer to him. “It’s not only you. I changed too. I learned to stand up for myself. My head’s gotta catch up to my body. Remember Dr. Morrell said we need to talk more and not have sex to cover up our problems?” I trailed a finger over his cheek. “But just ’cause we aren’t gonna fuck don’t mean we can’t play a little.” I stood and shimmied out of my leggings and jock strap, loving how his breath hitched and his eyes glazed over when I began to stroke my erect cock. “Get naked.” I pulled off my hoodie to stand completely nude and watched his eyes grow heavy with lust.
“Damn, you got bossy.” With a smile, Aaron yanked down the sweats and kicked them away. I admired his smooth skin and rippling muscles.
“Yeah?” I straddled his hips, our cocks brushing against each other. The roughness of his hairy thighs rubbed against my smooth ones. He loved when I waxed my body, and I groaned as he glided his hands first over my chest, then cupped my ass. “Bet you like it.”
He grabbed me and began to jerk me off in long, tantalizing pulls, his thumb collecting wetness at my crown. “I like it. I like everything about you. So soft and smooth.” His free hand teased up and down my ass. “Your smell.” He yanked me against his chest and buried his nose in my pit, breathing deeply. “And taste.” He swirled his finger over my dick, picking up the sticky precome glistening at the head, then slid it into his mouth and sucked it clean. “Mmm. Sweet. Like candy.”
Aching and aroused, I couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Fuck.” I mashed my mouth to his, pushing him flat on the sofa so I lay on top. Our tongues fought and slid while I humped against his hard body. “All those months you were gone,” I whispered in his ear. “Sometimes I’d get so lonely I didn’t know what to do. I still wanted you so much but couldn’t be with no one else. The only man I ever wanted to be inside of was you. The only man I’d ever let inside me was you. So this is what I did when you were away.” I sucked my fingers, then spread my legs wide. “Watch me.” Aaron gripped his cock, and never taking his eyes off me, began to stroke himself. I dipped one wet finger in my hole, then two, and began to pump fast, then slow, delving deep, occasionally brushing against my prostate. Faster and faster I worked myself on my hand, the callouses on my fingers creating the delicious pleasure-pain I craved.
“Fuck. Oh, my God.” My dick swelled, white noise filled my ears, and my vision grayed. I clenched tight against my fingers, my entire existence centering around the pulsating, driving need to be consumed.
I came, keening my pleasure out loud while Aaron came, his sticky come spreading across his stomach and chest. We lay on the sofa together, our breaths stuttering out in short gasps. Weakened by my orgasm, I let my fingers slide out of my body. When my vision cleared, Aaron’s lazy smile was the first thing I saw.
“Fuck, you’re hot when you come.”
“Mmm. You’re pretty amazing yourself.” With a grimace at our mess, I stood up. “Wanna take a shower?”
“Yeah, I guess we better, huh? I need to get some sleep. I gotta be back at work by eight.” He pushed off the sofa and walked in front of me to the bathroom. I eyed his naked body and frowned at the sight of a scar on his side, almost hidden by his armpit. I hadn’t noticed it before.
“Hey.” I touched him, and he jumped away from my hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
