“Eyes on me, little prince,” I order, and he listens without protest.
I’ve never had someone so eager to submit to me before, and I know without a doubt, that’s exactly what he wants. To submit.
To me. The thought is more arousing than any kiss, any touch. Knowing he wants this. That he wants what I want to give him.
That he wantsme.
Fuck, I could get used to this.
“I want to watch you when you get so close to the edge, you can barely stand it.”
I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand it, but I have to try. Because I don’t want this to end. I don’t want morning to take him away, and I know it will.
Because even now, I know this isn’treal.It’s an act, and a very, very fucking good one.
Though a part of me wants to believe this—this feeling, this energy between us—his cock throbbing and wet for me, his pulse racing because of my touch—that’snot an act. That’s truth in its most basic form.
You can fake a lot of things, but you can’t fake what turns you on. You can’t fake that deep, intrinsic desire that lies within you. You can’t fake what feels like the most natural thing in the world. I know that better than most. Considering I’ve been pretending to be someone else all night for the sake of getting what I want, but now, here, with Jacob beneath me, I feel like the mask is off and I can finally just beme.
“Aaron—” The way he breathes my name is like a sin. It’s dark and beautiful and full of temptation.
I glide one finger along his seam, pressing lightly against his tight hole. He doesn’t tense, nor does he take his gaze away. He watches me just like I told him to.
“That’s a good boy. Keep those pretty eyes on me, baby.”
I press into his tightness, and he doesn’t flinch. His cock rubs against my stomach, leaving wet, sticky trails along my skin.
“I’m c–close,” he says, his voice strained and hazy from the ecstasy, the alcohol, and dare I say this untameable fire between us.
“You don’t come until I tell you to,” I say without thinking. His body shakes as I push the first finger inside of him and he groans. I watch as his eyes fall shut and feel his body tense.
“Do you understand?” I ask, sliding my finger out. He lets out a heavy breath, his wordless plea hanging in the air. I push my finger back inside, curling it just so I stroke his prostate and he nearly flies off the bed with a deep yelp.
“I said, do you understand?” I bite out, angling my lips above his. My cock slides against his as I stroke his prostate with my finger, working the second one in.
Jacob’s body trembles beneath me, and I relish in the feel, knowing he’s so close to the edge.
“Y–yes,” he says, his breath heavy. I pump my fingers in and out of him. Slowly. Stroke his prostate, my fingers pumping him with even thrusts until I see his eyebrows furrow and his lips break into a grimace. His entire body tenses.
“Please, Aaron—” his voice is strained, and I know he can’t hold it anymore. I stop, my fingers still buried in his tight, warm ass. His cock twitches against mine and I grind my own against him, seeking his warmth, his wetness.
“What do you want, little prince?” I taunt, grinding myself against him slowly. My fingers stay still and he whines.
“I want to come,” he groans.
“Are you going to be a good boy?” I ask as I kiss his jaw as I thrust my cock against him, knowing I’m not far off, either.
“Yes.” He cranes his neck to the side, giving me better access. I kiss the spot between his shoulder and his neck, biting and sucking as his breaths turn rapid.
“Promise?” I whisper in his ear. “Promise me you’ll be my good boy, Jacob.”
The words fall out of my mouth of their own volition. I can’t stop them, and they feel too good to take back.
“Promise,” he whispers back.
I grab both our cocks with my free hand, and I start to stroke us and he sucks in a deep breath. I curl my fingers in his ass, once again stroking that magic spot and I crush my mouth against his.
“Then come for me, baby,” I whisper against his lips. And because he’s so fucking perfect, he does. Just as I ask.
