“You didn’t do anything.” Frustration bubbles up inside of me, pouring from my mouth. I grab his chin and force his gaze back to mine, looking down at him with narrowed eyes.
His golden hair is darker than normal with the water clinging to it, and he smells of citrus and chlorine. He’s so warm.
“Benjamin.” He startles at my tone, eyes widening. “Stop this. Let me fix it.” His bottom lip trembles for a moment, so briefly that if I wasn’t so obsessed with staring at his face, I would have never caught it.
“You can’t. It’s my problem alone to fix. Please don’t push me.” His eyes look damp, but I can’t tell if it’s the shower or tears. I take the final step and press him into the tile, resting my forehead against his. He takes a shaky breath as I cup his face with both hands.
“Oh, Button. You drive me crazy—you know?” He pushes out a small laugh, and I let our noses bump. His hands rest on my forearms—almost as if to steady himself against me—against the onslaught of hot water cascading around us.
I feel his breath hit my lips and I drink it in desperately. I want to be close to him. I want to crawl inside of his skin. I open my eyes and find he’s already looking, staring straight at my parted lips. He looks alarmed—but I can see the lust there—more obvious this time than when I saw him shower before. Slowly—God—so fucking slowly—I pull back and lock eyes with him before lowering my mouth to his. Our lips brush so softly, so lightly that at first, I think maybe he didn’t feel it. But as I pull away, he lets out the quietest whimper. His hands tighten on my forearms and whatever last thread of self-control and common sense I had left snaps.
I press my lips against his forcibly, swallowing his gasp and tilting his head back for better control. One hand moves to tangle into his wet hair while the other loosely grips his throat. A shameless groan rips free from him and using that opportunity Ipush my tongue along his, trying to pull more of those groans and whimpers from his mouth. Our kiss is hectic and rough—I’m trying to kiss him in every way I know how to all at once—excitement pouring from me and making me overeager. My grip on his throat tightens and his hips buck up into mine. His hard dick stabs into my thigh, breaking me from my trance. I pull away from the kiss and stare down at him.
Benjamin opens his eyes slowly, panting. He looks wrecked, as if he’s been thoroughly fucked by just my mouth and hands. I groan at the sight, trying my best to memorize every piece of it.
I look between us and sure enough—his dick stands hard—curving slightly to rest against his smooth stomach. I look back at his face, and he’s watching me.
“Button. You’re hard again.” He nods slowly, uncertain of what to do next. I kiss the corner of his mouth. “Can I help you with this?” His eyes widen even further, and his mouth opens and closes several times before he slowly nods again. I study him for a moment, for any signs of discomfort. He looks at me waiting, eager and curious. A kind of thrill I’ve never felt before works its way through my body.
I lean down to lick the shell of his ear and whisper—
“Benjamin—do you think I could make you come so hard you’ll cry?”
Chapter Four
August 2017
Benjamin
“Benjamin—do you think I could make you come so hard you’ll cry?”
Ishiver despite the heat swirling around me, inside of me.
I already feel like crying—so I want to tell him yes—yes, I think he could. But I don’t have time to speak. In fact, I don’t have much time at all to process the fact that he’s here and he’s touching me like he’s hungry—fucking starving for it. Like he’s been waiting for so damn long, been so patient and biding his time.
He’s towering over me, all brooding and desperate. His black hair dripping, green eyes manic in a way I haven’t seen before. His jeans and shirt cling tightly to his body, showcasing every muscle, every dip and ridge. All thick arms—wide chest—pure power. My mouth waters as if I didn’t already know he was built like a demi-god. His hand that was in my hair moves to run along my side, feeling the curve of my waist to the bones of my hip. His other hand stays firmly on my throat, as if to keep me from running from him. As if I ever would.
“Aaron?” I croak when he runs his fingers along the area of skin between my hips for the tenth time. His eyes snap to mine. He gives me a lazy, lustful grin.
“Sorry, Button, I got a little distracted. Do you mind?” Before I can respond, he drops to his knees. I gasp, a hand grasping his hair lightly on reflex. He kisses my stomach—licking over my belly button, making me moan embarrassingly loud. He hums, dragging his lips to my hips where he licks long strips. Then—he sucks hard before licking again. He sits back to watch the red mark appear.
Grinning up at me, he grabs both hips and before I can blink, I’m turned around, both hands on the tile.
“Um, Aaron I don’t—ahhhh.” My forehead drops against the wall as I feel his tongue lap over the dimples on my lower back. He pokes and prods—sucks on them like there’s something inside he needs to gain sustenance. “P-please.” I beg him, but I’m not sure what I’m asking for.
“What is it?” He asks, digging his thumbs into the dimples and biting one ass cheek. Hard. I groan—hips bucking forward as he chuckles before running a tongue over the stinging spot. Aaron flips me back around, looking up at me so sinfully I might come just by looking at him. “What do you need?” He follows up his previous question. My mind blanks. What do I need?
Before I can consider an answer, he grabs my left leg and rests it on his shoulder before ravishing the inside of my thigh. The line between pleasure and pain as he nips and sucks is very blurred, and I’m reduced to a whimpering mess above him, hand in his hair again as I watch him. Every time he looks up at me—every time our eyes momentarily connect—I almost come undone. I can’t believe this is happening.
After catching him and Amber about to do… whatever it was they were about to do, I thought for sure I had made up the desire I saw in his eyes at the river when he touched me. After that moment—when I realized I wanted more than just his finger on my mouth—I figured I was reading into things and being a clingy little kid. I needed to get over it, to leave him alone. He was leaving for college next year anyway.
But now here I am—watching him groan against my thighs as he eats me alive—soaked and dangerous. He drops my right leg back to the floor having given it the same treatment and stares at my dick where it leaks. I squirm under his gaze.
“What were you thinking about?” He asks suddenly, peering up at me through his lashes. “When you were touching yourself in here all alone. What were you thinking about?” I say nothing—just keep my gaze locked onto his—my arms dangling loosely at my sides, body trembling. I can feel his warm breath against the head of my dick every time he breathes.
“I…” I have nothing to say, because it’s too weird to say aloud. He doesn’t need to know. Aaron’s hand shoots up, gripping the base of my dick roughly and pumping up once, then twice. “Aaron!” I yell—or maybe I moan—folding at the waist while using his hair for balance. He removes his hand and waits for me to lean back up, breathing hard and staring down at him. He’s grinning.
“Answer me. What were you thinking about?” His face inches forward and I get the message. I talk—he touches. I whine like a bratty child.
