“Right. Maybe next time, angel.” And he walks away. Aaron’s grinning like he’s won some kind of game. I roll my eyes.
“You do know there’s at least five other guys in this room who want to fuck me, right? I’ll just find another.” Aaron’s smile turns into a glare as fast as it appears. He steps up right in front of me—but I don’t flinch. I don’t back away. Not anymore.
“Then I’ll be there to fuck up every one.”
“Hmm. And what happens when it’s a guy my age, hm? What will you tell him then?” Aaron ponders this for a moment—searching my eyes for something. The room around him is getting fuzzy. I think I drank too much moonshine. Time to get this show on the road!
“I’ll tell him I’ll beat his ass.” I choke on my drink—causing Aaron to slap my back a few times. When I can breathe again, I swat his hand away.
“You can’t fight every guy I sleep with.”
“You’re right. I’ll fight thembeforethey sleep with you. That’s the point. How drunk are you?” His condescending fucking voice—his stupid fucking face. I want him so badly.
So instead—I throw my drink on him.
“Damn—” I say, tilting my head at his shocked expression. “Guess I’mthatdrunk.”
“Ha—” He’s smiling but it’s not pleasant. My sticky drink is dripping down his neck, soaking the front of his shirt. The people around us gasp and shuffle away—most likely due to Aaron’s psycho-killer face.
Faster than I can blink he has my hip—pulling me against him. He leans down and whispers in my ear, “You’re going to lick every drop of this off of me Benjamin—and then you’re going to apologize.” I can feel my dick swelling—my body shivering under his warm breath, the flick of his tongue on the shell of my ear.
He’s pulling me to the bathroom by my hand, and I can’t figure out how to deny him. I have to think fast—find the words and a reason. Find the fucking will.
Aaron opens the door to the men’s room, pushing me into a handicap stall before anyone can notice us. He’s glaring down at me and fuck—I’m turned on and terrified. So of course—I grin.
“Is that funny?” He asks, stepping toward me until my back hits a wall. He can’t do much to me here, we’re in public. Right?
“Kind of?” I sound like a child laughing at their parents while they’re getting scolded.
He’s so close to me now I can feel the heat coming from his body—can smell the Crown on his breath. He shoves his thumb into my mouth—hooking it between my teeth and lip. Forcing my mouth open, he waits. I know what he wants and I won’t just give it to him. I won’t make it easy.
“Benjamin—” he growls. “Show me.” I blink two slow, dramatic blinks at him. It pisses him off. He grabs the back of my neck—pulling me toward him, and spits into my mouth.I choke on a moan and his spit, sticking my tongue out to free that space in the back of my mouth where it was hiding. I cough as I’m finally able to swallow, eyes watering.
He’s staring down at my piercing like he’s got about three seconds of self-restraint left. His thumb still has my jaw wrenched open so I can’t speak, so I place my hands on his wrist.
“That’s… Jesus, Benjamin.” He meets my eyes—his own blown with desire. “You like that? When I spit in your mouth?” I blink.
He licks my tongue—right over the piercing, holding me in a death grip between his thumb and the hand on my neck. I’m whining into his mouth like a whore. His touch feels like fire—so fucking hot. And I’m not afraid. I’m so alive.
“Fuck.” Aaron stares at my tongue for a while longer, so I bring my teeth to it, move it just a bit. “Ahh, Button. That’s so hot.” I’ve missed it. His praise, his voice. God—I need him. My hips buck up into his—pressing into him. “Come home with me.” He says, licking my tongue again, and again, and again—before looking into my eyes for an answer.
I don’t have time to consider right and wrong or if this will fuck me up tomorrow. I’ve had shitty sex for months and I want him on me—in me. I blink. He groans loudly, removing his hands he turns to the door.
Before he unlatches it, Aaron turns to me, grabs my cheeks and squeezes—forcing my mouth open again. I’m grasping his wrist, trying hard not to whimper at the look in his eyes, the force of his grip. He pulls me forward and spits right into my mouth again—watching it gather where my cheeks are forced together, puddling around the ball on my tongue. He presses a finger down onto it, pushing the ball down slightly. I whimper, unable to hold it in anymore.
Aaron lets go of my face and I swallow—choking a bit with the speed in which it slides down my throat. He’s glaring like it’smyfault we aren’t at his apartment yet, watching as I use my thumb to wipe my bottom lip where I had drooled just a bit.
“Let’s go. Now.” He turns and walks out the door.
Aaron doesn’t give me time to reconsider once we enter his apartment. As soon as the door shuts behind us, he snatches me up and I’m wrapping my legs around his waist. He’s gripping my ass like he’ll fly away if he doesn’t use all of his strength.
He puts his mouth to mine and I fucking melt. It’ll always be like this. No matter where—how much time has passed or what’s happened—as soon as we come together like this it’s a fucking forest fire.
His tongue is assaulting my piercing—familiarizing himself with it because he can’t stand not knowing every square inch of me in startling detail. I dig my hands into his hair, pulling him as close as I can, grinding myself onto him like a starving monkey. We only come up for air when he throws me down onto his bed. I bounce a bit, staring up at him as he takes his shirt off.
“Aaron,” I’m whining. “Come on.” He runs a hand over his chest and neck—glaring at me.
“Get over here, Benjamin. I think you still have a mess to clean up.”The cocktail.Aw, fuck. I’d forgotten.
