Benjamin stares at me for a moment—lips still parted and coated in spit that drips to his chin—panting and staring at me like he wants to push me over, pull me out of my pants and ride until he comes.
“I’ve always been really good at—” he takes a deep breath. “Not letting people break me.”
“Good, that’s really good. It’ll make me come so hard knowing I’m the only one to see it when I do.” He whimpers, head drooping to hide from me.
I refrain from mentioning the fact that I’vealreadybroken him—that I’ve torn him to shreds several times now. I’ve tasted every part of him—I’ve had my hands on every inch of skin. Every possible sound this man can make I have pulled out of him over and over and over. Some primal part of me shoves forward—taking control of my mouth. I grab his jaw, lifting it and forcing him to look at me.
“What, baby? He never had you like this? Whimpering and worn down?” He whines—loud and high-pitched, hips jutting forward. Oh—he likes that.“He never took what you gave him and then made you submit? Did he ever have you so close that you feel like you’re going to die?”
“Ngh!” He groans through my hand forcing his jaw closed.
“Aww, baby, you’ve been a very bad boy. You don’t get to come. But I do want you to feel good. That’s half the fun.”
I let his jaw go, dipping my fingers into his jeans. I ignore his whines and begging and I reach into his briefs and very carefully—as to not touch his length—wipe the tip, gathering his arousal on my finger and pulling it back out.
When I make contact with his head he essentially screams—killing my eardrum but caressing my cock. When I put him in my mouth and suck my finger, Benjamin turns to watch.
“Ahh—ah fuck that’s so good.I’ve missed that. Kept dreaming of it. Take your pants off. Right now.” I’m groaning and frantic—I have no thoughts other than needing more of him in my mouthright now. I spin Benjamin around and drop to my knees, not bothering to hold him in place anymore. I think he knows if he runs now—I really will hunt him down.
He’s removing his pants but it’s too slow and I’m freaking out. So, I grab the fabric at the thighs andyank. They come down easily enough since my pant size is bigger than his, and he throws his head back to send a perfectly beautiful moan to the sky at the friction.
I peel his underwear down—careful not to let it touch him too much and send him into another scream.
When he’s bare in front of me, I grip his thighs—and ah fuck—he’s wet. His precum covers his hard dick—some of his pelvis, and the creases where his thighs meet them.
I fucking devour him. He tastes just how I remember. A bit salty, a bit musky, and a bit of citrus. Purely Benjamin. All mine. It’s so fucking good. He’s screaming and begging me—hands clawing at my back, my hair, my arms. Hunched over my head and trembling with tension.
“Please Aaron—can I come now? Please? Ah—don’t lick!UGH.” He’s trying so hard not to come but I want to eat him and he’s not coming until he’s on my cock.
“Benjamin.” I move back to look up at him. So beautiful, so fucking lost in this. “If you come—you’ll regretit.”
“Fuck.” He cries, tears falling from those big hazel eyes. But he doesn’t argue. He waits. I suck him into my mouth once—twice, three times and pop off—listening to the sounds of his wailing.
“He never had you like this?” I ask, staring up at him, wetting a finger and moving my arm between his legs. His eyes widen.
“N-no.”
“He never made you cry? Became your God? Tore you apart piece by piece?”
“Mmm—ahAaronfuck. No—never. No one touches me like you.” He always knows exactly what to say. My middle finger slips between his cheeks as he gasps.
“That’s right, Benjamin. No one can and no one ever will.” I circle his hole—letting him dig his hand into my hair and pull as he peers down at me—crying, biting his lip, nodding frantically. I continue. “But we knew that. We’ve been here before. No matter where we go—or who we fuck. We will always come back tothis.”
Benjamin’s eyes roll back and for a second, I think he’ll come. Instead—he pulls my hand away from his ass and leans over—grabbing my face and staring straight into my eyes.
“Aaron,” He drops to his knees. “I am begging you—begging—please fuck me. I need it—need you. So bad, so much I think I’ll die without it. Haven’t I waited long enough?” He’s sobbing, tears everywhere and I can almost see the pulse in his shaft where it stands between us. I’m so in love with him.
“We need to go.” I stand—yanking him up with me and dressing him, avoiding any unnecessary touching so he doesn’t come too soon. I’m dragging him to the bike by the hand but he keeps sobbing.
“Why?! Aaron! I can’t go—not like this. Justwalkingis driving me nuts and just looking at you is making my heart beat and my dick get harder. Just fuck me. Bend me over the bike. I can take it. I’ll beg—I’ll get on my knees.”
We’ve reached the bike, and good timing too because he damn near had me convinced—little devil.
“Benjamin.” I snap, effectively shutting him up. I snatch him up by the hips, sitting him on the passenger seat of the bike in front of me. “Listen to me. I can’t fuck you here. We can do nothing—we need lube and a condom. Contrary to popular opinion I don’t just carry those on me.”
“Aaron—no condom.” Benjamin’s grabbing my face, dragging it forward. “Please—I want to feel you.” I’m going to kill him.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Benjamin. You’ve never fucked me before and just got out of a long-term relationship, yet you want it raw?” That seems to bring him down from his lust-drunken state. He stares at me for a moment—gears turning, thumbs rubbing at my cheeks.
