“But—”
“Now.” I’m moving before I’ve even decided I want to—crawling to where he’s got a knee propped at the end of the bed. “You were such a fucking brat.” I shiver.
“Yeah.” He pulls my button-up off—looking over my chest where I sit in front of him.
“What did that guy say to you that had you blushing like a virgin?” He sounds pissed but I can see the outline of his hardening dick in his jeans. I think for a moment—trying to recall what hedidsay. It’s a bit hard when Aaron is in front of me like this and I feel like I’m going to explode.
“He asked me a question.” Is all I offer. I want him to push me around some more—I want him angry. Eyes narrowing, Aaron grabs my hair just enough to hold me in place; to let me know he’s in charge here. “He asked me if I’d sound just as angelic when I’m screaming his name.” He huffs out a small laugh.
“What did you say in response?”
“You interrupted me.”
“Whatwouldyou have said?”
“Wanna come find out?” I’m grinning up at him—watching the jealousy, the rage unfold on his face, tightening his muscles so artfully.
“Yeah?” He tightens his grip on my hair.
“Uh-huh.” Aaron releases me and gives me thecome-heremotion with his finger. I stand up onto my knees in front of him—waiting for direction, waiting for his hands or his vicious tongue.
Nothing. He stares down at me—waiting.
Slowly—I lean forward, tongue darting out to lick over his pec. I can taste the alcohol I threw on him, the drag of his skin over the ball of my tongue piercing. I’m groaning so loud you’d think I’m coming in my pants.
I grab the back of Aaron’s neck, bringing my tongue to it, wanting to taste every inch of him. I stop caring if I can taste the cocktail or not—all I can focus on is him anyway.
Aaron is keeping his hands to himself while I attack him—letting me grab him and tug and kiss and suck whatever I can get my hands on. His hands are twitching at his sides.
I’m making my second pass over his nipples when he grabs me by my hair, causing me to yelp loudly. He drags my mouth to his.
An arm curls around my waist—pulling me flush against his chest, the other moves to pinching at the bars in my nipples. I’m moaning against him and if I could speak through his tongue in my mouth I’d beg him too.
Aaron’s hand comes down hard onto my ass—my hips bucking up into his, my head falling back as I yell.
“Fuck.” He grabs my face—making me look at him.
“Apologize.” I’m panting—staring into his eyes, watching the green freeze—colder and colder. He looks every bit the angry god he is. I lick my lips, he watches. “Apologize.”
“No.” I can feel the liquor in my veins. I can feel the desire inside of me. But most intoxicating is how not a single thing thisman does or says to me will frighten me. I’ll be safe here, even if he’s mad. And fuck him—he deserves to be. More fun for me, anyway.
Aaron undoes my pants and shoves both them and my briefs down as far as they’ll go with how I’m kneeling and grabs the back of my head, shoving my face into his shoulder. Before I can react, his hand comes down onto my bare ass—harder than he’s ever spanked me before.
My vision goes in and out and I can feel the spurt of precum that dribbles out onto the bed under me.
“Ahhhh—uhhh.” I don’t yell—don’t scream. My toes curl. Aaron’s holding the back of my head, face still against his shoulder, holding my body upright—my arms dangling between us. He spanks me again. “Hsss—ahhhh yeah.” I don’t recognize my own voice—the calm, deep groaning.
“Benjamin. Apologize. You’re being such a fucking brat.” I’m breathing deeply, slowly. He’s rubbing circles on my ass. “Fine.”
His hand comes down again—this time the sound exploding through the room like thunder—like lightning cracked. I scream, biting into his shoulder, my eyes rolling back. If he doesn’t stop, I’m going to come just from him spanking me. God—I hope this bruises.
“Benj—”
“I’m sorry!” I’m crying and I don’t know when I started. “I’m sorry I-I threw my drink at you.” He’s rubbing my ass, rubbing a hand through my hair as he holds me in place.
“And?”
“A-and for letting that guy fuck me.”
