I get a scowl in return. He’s like a feral kitten when he looks like that, as if he is about to use his claws to scratch the shit out of me.
“Yes. I got you Jake and the boys. Now I want to eat your ass.”
“You didn't get me Jake and the boys, you got kidnapped and I found you. That's totally different.”
“Hands on the fucking wall, Lev, before I stab you.”
“Kinky fucker,'' I say as I turn around and put my hands against the shower tiles and part my legs. I've never done foreplay, always eager to get to the act. I expect Aaron to take his time, but no. With unnerving speed, I feel his thick tongue push forward into my hole while he holds my cheeks apart.
“Holy shit.” My breath hitches. I've never played with my ass or had it touched like this by anyone. I certainly won't say no to this, but he better not get any ideas. I am never going to be a bottom, but I don't think I need to worry. Judging from the hot as fuck sex we have, Aaron loves the attention from getting pounded. He is a slut for it.
My dick is at full mast and I immediately grab it, rubbing hard from shaft to tip at a speedy pace. His tongue pushes in and out of me in fast stabs. I can feel him lick the walls inside me and it won't take me long to cum.
He licks and sucks around the puckered entrance, teasing me, before plowing back in.
“Fuck, Lev, you taste amazing,” he groans into me, and then gets back to work.
My balls begin to tighten, and he reaches between my legs, holding them in a firm grip that sends me gloriously over the edge.
“Oh shit, oh shit…hnngh.” Long spurts of cum coat the shower wall as I allow the orgasm to wash over me in ripples. Aaron lets out a long moan behind me and I feel his warm release on my calves.
“We are so doing that again.” He sighs as he stands under the shower head with me as we wash off our cum. I lean in and kiss him long and deep. He sags towards me as I hold him. “Give me twenty, and then I wanna ride that cock, baby,” he purrs.
I pull back. “Don't call me baby,” I say. Not happening.
“Why?” he asks, barely containing his laughter.
“Because I don't do pet names, it's fucking cheesy.” I think I'm pouting. Idon'tdo pet names.
“But you call me, doe. That's a pet name.”
Ok, he has me there.
“I'll only do it when we are like this,” he croons.
It's still a no.
“Don't do it at all, Aaron,” I warn.
He grabs my dick. “Shall I call you monster cock instead?” he snarks.
I give him a flat look. I think the more I protest, the more he will do it, so I choose to be mature and ignore him.
He cackles behind me as I leave the bathroom, little shit. It's late afternoon now and I'm starving.
“Want some food?” I ask.
Aaron has collapsed on my bed, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Water droplets run through the lines of his defined abs and his skin glistens. He’s my addiction and I’m desperate to bury myself in him. But if I don't eat soon, I'll pass out.
“Hmm, I'm tired.” He exhales, eyes closed.
“You want me to bring you something? You gotta eat, Aaron.”
He opens one eye. “You looking after me, Lev?” he teases.
“No, just want you fueled for when I fuck you later,'' I protest. He hasn't eaten since yesterday. Not that I care. But I do. Fuck! I’m turning into a caring asshole.
“Yeah, okay, I'm not really in the mood for company right now so if it's okay with you, I’d prefer to eat in here.”
