God, I feel high, just Jake and his boys left to go and it's done. I needed this tonight, to let go of the strain that was constricting me from functioning. But I still have another issue. I am still hard and need to fuck it out and I have zoned in on my chosen victim. Aaron hasn’t moved from the corner. He is just staring at me, no smile, no fear; he has zero emotion on his face. I think he has reached his limit of being edged tonight because that is what this turned out to be. One long edging session, letting our dark wishes loose into the world before joining together and burning that energy.
Keeping my eyes on his as I quickly walk to him, I grab the back of his neck, and guide him out of the pen.
“Time to fuck, doe,” I whisper into his ear. His body wavers, and he is slightly wobbly on his feet as I push him forward. I need him in my bed. Walking down the corridor towards my room, we see Seb, who looks like he is about to say something, but nothing, not even an atomic bomb is stopping me from getting into Aaron’s ass tonight.
“Fuck off, Seb, we’re busy.” We march past him.
“Fucking dick,” he grumbles, but I don't care to respond. I am on a mission and I will not deter from it. My cock is so hard right now. I can still smell the blood and death on me from the holding pen and it is making my state of arousal harder to contain. Mix it with the scent of Aaron who smells like the sea on a breezy day, and I am fucking feral. I want to roll my body over him so that he’s stamped with my scent. I want my scent to linger on his skin for days so people will know that I’ve claimed his ass tonight. It sets off this new obsessive side to me, which makes more of an appearance in my life the longer Aaron is around me. Normally, I would bat that feeling away, but I am too far gone for that now. The barrier of my restraint has been breached, and Aaron is gonna feel it all tonight.
Pushing him into my room, he manages to remain balanced on his feet before he turns to face me. We stand, taking in one another, his gaze slowly wandering from my feet up towards my face, and I can’t look away from those damn eyes. It’s like we are waiting for someone to wave a flag to let us know that the race can now begin.
“Get naked, and do it slowly,” I say.
“Oh, god,” he whispers.
He is so loving this.
First, he removes his boots and socks. Then, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing himself little by little. I feel like I am at a peep show. I nearly swallow my tongue. He has the hottest body. I knew he was in good shape, but the muscle definition is mouthwatering. The deep V at his groin makes the perfect cum gutters. All smooth and tanned, not a mark on him, no moles or birthmarks. There is some faint bruising on his left rib, but apart from that, he is a perfect blank canvas.
A few of my own bruises and bite marks will enhance his sexiness as well as remind him who rocked his world tonight. His small brown nipples are hard at the tip, and I lick my lips eager to eat them, bite them, and suck on them until they redden around the edges.
I watch as his hands move leisurely towards the top of his jeans, and I can already see how hard he is. When he undoes the top two buttons, the tip of his dick shows and I nearly cum from the fact that he has no fucking underwear on. Shit. My breathing is coming in at an alarming pace now. This striptease may send me into an early grave. Nobody has affected me like this little shit, and I'll be damned if I don't take my time enjoying the little freak.
Pulling his zipper down, he gently puts his hands into the side of his jeans and as slow as he can possibly go, pushes them down his thighs where they then pool around his ankles. He kicks the jeans free from his feet and here I am locked in place, admiring his perfect body in all its naked glory. Apart from the smallest amount of well-cropped black hair around his shaft, he is as smooth as a baby. His skin looks like honey. I want to lick every inch of it several times over and see if it tastes as sweet as it looks. His hard thick dick is bouncing, ready for me to make my move.
“Fuck, I’m going to rip you apart,” I rasp. I don’t recognize my own voice. Aaron affects me physically and mentally, the sensory overload of it all is shattering. It’s a new experience for me.
Aaron unashamedly peruses my body, lingering on my chest where the blood and sweat still clings to my skin like it is a part of me. Biting his lower lip, he groans and gives his cock a couple of strokes.
“Just make sure you leave me in pieces, Lev,” he says with that damn grin.
Game on, doe.
Chapter 16 - Aaron
AmIdreamingrightnow? I wish I had my switchblade so I could cut myself to prove this is actually happening. Imagining what your biggest fantasy would be like is one thing, but for it to be standing in front of you, offering everything you want, is a feeling I can't explain. It’s like I am watching this from the outside. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would get the full Lev experience. And for a whole night.
My ass tenses at the thought of that beast of a dick fucking me. It’s been a long time since I’ve had anyone fuck me, and I am ready.
So fucking ready.
It’s like being a virgin and a slutty whore at the same time. His attention on me is becoming an uncontrollable craving. When he watches me, it hushes the voices in my head. He’s the only one who has ever managed to do that. I don't have fearful thoughts or feel weak around him, and it makes me want to grab on tighter to him so he doesn't leave.
Which he will. This is for one night.
I just don’t want the craziness in my head to come back. Tonight I am settled. It’s like a fucked up version of Cinderella. Instead of a carriage turning into a pumpkin, it will be my quiet head turning back to the madness after midnight.
I need to stop thinking about that right now and live in the moment.
Lev takes a small step closer to me and the room shrinks. The soft glow of the bedside light makes him appear larger and more potent somehow, surrounded in shadows and strength, like a demon that has come up to earth to corrupt and claim a soul.
Lev pushes down his sweatpants and underwear. Fuck me, he is absolutely breathtaking. Like a marble statue, if that statue had tattoos all over, specks of blood on his large, beautiful, glistening bare chest, and a tantalizing cock piercing that sparkles from the reflection of the light on the end of his hard as steel dick.
Finally, he moves towards me and we are nearly skin to skin. Wow. Honestly I think I will cum when he touches me. The band that feels like it is locked around my dick and balls is on the cusp of snapping and all he’s done is undress.
“There are no safe words in here tonight, doe. So, if you don't want this, you need to leave now. I guarantee I will lose control as soon as I push into that gorgeous ass of yours,” he says.
My eyes roll back as I whine. I need him to fucking touch me.Now.“Lev, just fuck me, please. Do what you want.” I’m not beyond begging.
