Softmoansmakemestir.
I'm in between sleep and being awake, but I become aware of a hot sensation around my cock, wet and tight. I then hear another moan, which feels like it came from me. Confusion stirs me awake, and before I open my eyes, I feel a weight on me and my dick. It triggers my fight or flight—no surprise, I’m fight—and I sit upright, ready to attack. As I am about to lash out, my eyes open and I realize it's Aaron on top of me, his creepy grin present on his pretty face. A rocking motion on my cock makes my eyes roll to the back of my head as I flop back down onto my pillow. I grab his hips and watch as he fucks himself on me.
“How long have you been riding my dick?” I ask, gasping at the pressure his ass is creating around my shaft as he clenches. He rubs and tweaks his nipples, happily groaning softly as he grinds and grinds on me.
“Not long, only a couple of minutes,” he pants.
“Fuck, yes, you feel so damn good,” I say, rubbing my palms up and down his chest making him whine. He leans back, making my dick go deeper. “Oh fuck yeah, ride my dick.”
His tight hole sucks me in, refusing to let me go.
He rests his hands on my knees and starts bouncing up and down. I admire the lines and muscles of his gorgeous body that are on full display for me. His hard cock bounces against his belly as he moves, alternating from bouncing to grinding. The sound of the lube squelching is so fucking dirty, he must have prepped himself well before this. He is fucking me like a champ. Shit, I’m gonna cum already.
“Fuck, Lev, you feel so big. Feels so good, I want you to fill me, make me leak all day, baby,” he says.
“Aaron, don’t call me that,” I say, grinding my teeth.
“Would you prefer bebé?” he says, slamming down on me in a savage move. I grab his throat and throw him onto his back.
“Gonna destroy you now,” I say, and he grins. The little psycho loves this shit. I start to thrust in and out of him in an almost violent rhythm, the noises he makes spur me on as it feels so fucking amazing, and he feels so goddamn tight. Always willing to please me.
I grip onto his hard as granite cock which pulses in my hand. He cries out. After only two tugs he cums and his orgasm seems to go on forever as it explodes all over his chest and stomach. Aftershocks make his body quiver as I continue to hit his sweet spot.
“Ready to be filled up?” I ask, feeling the tingle in my balls intensify.
“Fuck yes, give it to me.”
I roar out my orgasm, completely giving over to it, and my ass clenches as I unload inside him. It’s so intense that little white specks of light flash in my vision. I have never unloaded this much cum. He will definitely be dripping with me today, my smell clinging to him. I feel huge satisfaction at the idea of others smelling me on him, knowing he is full of me. My doe-eyed monster.
Collapsing over him, I raise myself up, my elbows on either side of his head. I lean down and kiss those pouty lips. He tastes delicious everywhere I touch, tasting of temptation and sin. It’s making me an addict. Who am I kidding? I am already addicted. After a long and slow kiss that helps bring us back down to real life, Aaron chooses to try and kill me.
“I think I love you,” he says.
I frown and I'm not sure why. Is it because he said it, or is it because he doesn’t sound sure? He mentioned he was falling for me before, but this time it feels more “official”. Thinking it and feeling it are two very different things.
“You think?” I ask. Surprised there isn’t a Lev-shaped hole in the door.
“Well, I want to be around you all the time, I want your attention all the time, and I’m murderous at the thought of you being with anyone else, so that's love, right?” he asks.
“Fuck if I know, doe,” I say.
He smiles softly, it's so pure and real. He has so many expressions that I can decipher now. This one feels like it's only for me, and shit, that makes my heart skip a beat.
“Yeah, it’s love. I do love you,” he says like the decision has been made.
I put my head into his neck, breathing him in. Do I have to say it back? I know how I feel about him but it sounds more aggressive than what I would think love would mean.
“Well…do you love me?” he asks but he doesn't seem upset.
I raise my head and let my eyes roam over his hopeful face.
“I know I want you here every night in my bed, I know I'd burn the world down if anyone touched you, I know I will never let you leave … not sure if that's love though,” I say.
He watches me, silently, and nods.
“Well, I love you, Lev,” he says with more conviction.
I smile. It feels nice hearing him say that, although I don’t want him to say it outside this room. I have my reputation to uphold.
