“The river.” I say, rushed and breathless. He hums.
“What about the river?” He flattens his tongue and rubs it across the tip of my dick, and I slap a palm against the tile wall, trying to keep the ridiculous sounds to myself.
“Ungh—you at the river. Touching me. My mouth.” He nods gently, running his tongue along the bottom of my dick from base to tip as I take ragged breaths, trying my hardest to stay upright. He leans back again.
“Yeah? Did you want me to touch you?” I nod frantically—apparently a sense of pride is something I no longer possess. “Did you want me to touch you more? Like this?” His fingers graze my shaft. “Or maybe you wanted my mouth on you, hm?”
“Oh, God.” I groan, eyes rolling back as he takes my length into his mouth. He’s tentative and curious at first, but adjusts to my size quickly, taking me deeper and deeper into his mouth. Yeah—I won’t last like this—not with all of these new sensations, these new pleasures.
He holds me up by my thighs when my tip hits the back of his throat as it contracts against me through a gag, causing my legs to give out. “Oh fuck, Aaron, please. Oh—fuck.”
He pops off of me and I sigh in relief—I’m not quite ready for this to end.
“So that’s a yes, then?” I nod slowly, watching where his fingers make harsh indents on my thighs as he holds me up. “Benjamin.”He says, tone suddenly serious, edged with something that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
“Y-yes?”
“Who else has seen you like this?” As he asks, tilting his head, wet hair falling to the side. The hands on my thighs tighten and those calculating eyes narrow.
“What?” I ask in disbelief, hissing slightly at the force of his grip that’s so deliciously vicious.
“I said—” He pulls me flush against him—face right against my dick—arms around my thighs to hold me in place. “Who else has seen you like this?” I try to gather my thoughts while I watch my dick rest against the side of his face, his eyes peering up at me so suggestively I could fucking die.
“Like—from their knees? Or just, like this in general?” I motion to my current state of being. That was not the correct answer. Aaron pushes me back against the wall gently and glares straight ahead—right at my dick—no longer touching me. I feel the absence like all the air has been sucked from the room.
“Oh. I didn’t know there were so many instances to differentiate from.” My mouth hangs open as he outwardly scowls. Is that…jealousy?Surely not.
What the hell is happening? Before I can ask, Aaron is on his feet—towering over me again—forcing my chin up so I meet his gaze.
“How many other people have touched you?” He pushes a leg between mine, pressing his jean-covered thigh against my erection and drawing a groan from my mouth. “Huh? How many girls from school have gotten on their knees for you?”
“I-I—Hngh.” Aaron rolls his hips—effectively shutting me up and setting a gruesome pace. I can barely keep up, my hips moving on their own accord, my hands gripping his biceps like I might keel over and die at any second.
“Did they make you feel like this? Did you whine and whimper for them the way you do for me? Do you give them those slutty eyes when you stare down at them?” He’s kissing my neck inbetween questions, and the possessiveness of his words is driving me full force toward an orgasm I’m not ready for yet.
“Aaron—please.” I plead.
“Please what, baby? Are you begging? Do you want to come? Did you beg them too?” Tears prick my eyes as the pressure builds, coiling tightly. His hand rests on the patch of skin centered between my hip bones once again, pressed between our bodies. “Benjamin, if I fucked you—if I bent you over right now—you’d probably be able to feel it all the way up here.” He presses down over that spot.
“Aaron!” Tears stream down my face, his hand replacing his thigh and continuing the punishing strokes.
“You’re so beautiful when you cry for me.” He licks one of the trails of tears off of my face as it mixes with the water. “You sound so good.” Something in me breaks, and the part of me that needs his approval more than anything else demands to be heard.
“I haven’t!” He leans back slightly, slowing his movements.
“Haven’t what?”
“Begged anyone else. Or cried—or had them on their knees. Only you.” I’m breathing like I just sprinted a marathon as I watch Aaron’s eyes widen. He blinks at me a few times and tilts his head to the side.
“Sorry—I—what?” I sigh, leaning my head back against the wall, finally able to breathe now that the pace has slowed.
“I’ve never… I’ve never been touched.” There’s a long stretch of silence. I stare at my hands where they now lay resting on his chest. Maybe telling him was wrong—maybe fucking around with a virgin is a huge turn-off and I’ve fucked this all up.
“Hey.” I take a deep breath and look up at him, only to have all the air rush right back out of me. God—he looksfamished. As if touching me is his only nutritional source and nothing we’ve done so far has made a dent in his need. “Fuck, that’s so sexy. I’m your first, huh?” He’s on my neck in a flash, kissing me, licking me up and down. I groan, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. He ruts against me frantically, pulling me by the waistand up onto my tiptoes to meet his thrusts. “I’ll take them. All of your firsts, they’re mine.”
“So good.” I whine against his shoulder.
“Yeah? Does that feel so good?”
