His entire body loosens beneath me and he moans, loud and clear as his tongue finds mine. His legs shake and his hole tightens around my fingers as warm, wet cum spreads along my shaft and stomach and I come undone. I get lost in the euphoria. His perfect mouth on mine, his cum sliding down my cock. His hole clenching my fingers.
Nothing and no one has ever felt so perfect.
Exhaustion hits me like a brick, and our heated kiss of ecstasy turns slow. His body relaxes and I slide my fingers out of him, gripping his hip. His cock softens against mine and I feel like I could pass out. I roll off him, pulling him with me. He leans into my side with ease, resting his head in the crook of my neck.
“Good boy,” I whisper as I let the darkness drag me under.
Chapter Twelve
Jacob
My head is killing me, and I am parched as hell. Also, my cock is hard as fuck, and I need to piss. I groan, not wanting to get up because I’m too comfortable here, in this warm bed. I burrow into the warmth, feeling something tickle my skin. My eyes flutter open, and when I see what it is, I swear my heart stops beating.
Because next to me is Aaron. Naked.
Holy shit.
I tense, trying to remember exactly what happened after my shift ended last night. I vaguely remember us drinking and dancing and socializing with strangers that I can’t recall the names of. All I remember is that we were having a good time, and…
“Well, Cinderella? Are you going to turn into a pumpkin, now?”
Aaron’s voice reverberates in my brain as the memory pushes forth. Of us on the docks. It’s then I realize I’m not at home. I’m…
I’m in a hotel room. Aaron’s hotel room.
Where the fuck is my phone? I glance around the room, looking for any sign of my phone or clothes.
I rub my eyes to clear my vision and the hotel room is a mess. Clothes are loitered everywhere, like breadcrumbs lining our path from the door to here, the bed.
My gaze travels over his body, lingering on the dried paths of cum along his stomach and abs. And his thighs too.
Fucking hell. I close my eyes as I try not to panic.
“Morning,” he grumbles, and I let out a heavy breath. I don’t remember how we got here. I don’t remember much except for his words and blinding pleasure.
Good boy.
My cock jumps, remembering those words, too.
I didn’t mean for this to happen. It’s not that I didn’t want this—I look at Aaron, at his disheveled dark hair and his five-o clock shadow, at his broad shoulders and his golden, sun-kissed skin—I did, I just…
The fact I can’t remember everything is bothering me more than it should, and the fact I didn’t come home…
Noah must be worried. Especially if I didn’t text him ahead of time.
“Uh… yeah,” I say, shoving the panic aside as I force myself out of bed and head for the bathroom so I can piss and get my bearings.
I try to remember what happened, but everything is a puzzle. Bits and pieces.
I remember Aaron’s tongue caressing mine, remember his hand on my cock, stroking me.
No, strokingus.I let out a breath, remembering his words, his hot breath on my skin, and rubbing my ass lightly. Another memory hits of that other-wordly feeling of something hard hitting my prostate and making my cock weep.
Oh fuck. Did we—
I look down as I finish my piss and realize Aaron isn’t the only one covered in dried cum.
Shit. Shit, shit!
