“Fuck.” He’s moaning, awe spreading over his features. My hand is doing that. Destroying him like this.
“Good job, baby.” He whines, looking up at me and away from my hands, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. “What did you whisper in her ear? You said you’d come and find her. Then what?” The conversation is seared into my mind like a fucking sleep paralysis demon who just won’t fucking leave me alone.
Benjamin’s eyes widen and he looks away. I slowly stop my movements on his chest and move back to leaning on my knee at the edge of the bed.
I give him a couple of beats to respond—to give me my answer. He doesn’t. In fact, he won’t even meet my eyes. What the fuck.
“No? Okay, you know what happens. Your choice.” Benjamin sits up to his full height quickly.
“But-”
“No buts. Disobedient boys don’t get touched.” I see the slight fear and disappointment settle over his features. But right alongside it is the part of him that’s getting off on this. On my praising and punishing him. “If I see you touching yourself, you won’t come at all tonight.” Slowly, he nods.
I sigh, straightening my back and closing my eyes. Well, I’ve been hard for too long anyways. I spit in my hand and slowly stroke myself from base to tip, running my thumb over my slit. I hear Benjamin whining quietly on the bed. The precum that gathered throughout the night now spreads over my shaft as I set a steady pace—groaning every couple of strokes when I pinch at the head. I hear the bed shift and open my eyes.
Benjamin is sitting on his heels now, hands lying obediently on his thighs as his dick stays ignored, precum dripping down his length and onto the bed. He’s watching my hand greedily—his lipsparted—eyes open wide as if he might blink and miss a monumental moment. I stroke faster, rougher. I feel my orgasm begin to coil in the stomach, my balls tightening. Benjamin leans forward, slowly crawling toward me. I watch him in silence. I guess it’s true that I never said he couldn't touchme.
Once he's in touching range he sits back on his heels, and eyes still on my cock, says,“Aaron. Please.Please.”
“Look at me.” I tell him and when his eyes connect with mine, he likes whatever he sees, moaning obscenely, hand automatically moving toward his dick before falling back to his thigh. “What did you whisper in Angel's ear right in front of me?” I watch the heat flare in his eyes,the defiance and fear.
He pants, licking his lips. Looking down at him, anyone would think he was begging from the dirty expression he wears now. His mouth closes and his eyes return to my hand as if I never spoke to him in the first place. Fine.
I groan in frustration. “On your knees.” I order, backing away from the bed, throwing a pillow in front of me on the ground. Benjamin listens. Once he’s kneeling on the pillow, he stares up at me, waiting, patient. I have to take a few moments to just enjoy the view, to familiarize myself with it. If I don't—if I just shove right into his mouth, I’ll come immediately. That would be so embarrassing I would die. His hands are shaking slightly. “Do you want to put my dick in your mouth, Button?”
“Yes. Yes, please.” His eagerness is insanely sexy and extremely overwhelming. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, releasing it slowly before looking back down at him as he watches me patiently.
“Go on, then.”
Benjamin’s hand flies forward, no hesitation considering this is his first time seeing or touching my dick. Maybe he’s done this before and is used to it. That pisses me off a ridiculous amount—enough to ruin my night actually—so I push the thought away and focus on the greedy boy on his knees instead.
Benjamin angles my tip forward him, his warm palm sending spikes of heat down my spine and into the pit of my stomach. He looks up, looks straight into my eyes as he sticks his tongue out and drags it across the tip of my dick to taste me. He groans so loud I’m sure everyone dancing downstairs can hear him, and I watch his eyes roll back. I fight off my impending orgasm like a virgin, gripping his thick golden hair lightly as he starts sucking me into his mouth. He doesn’t give himself time to learn, just sucks me down, tongue exploring.
When I hit the back of his throat he chokes, pulling back a bit and doing it again. Fuck, how is he already so good at this? I grip his hair and pull him off me—with much effort mind you—with a wet pop. He’s panting, drool sliding down his neck and chin, lips puffy and red. His eyes are watering.
“Yes?” He asks, as if I’ve interrupted his Sunday brunch reservation and not him devouring my cock.
“What did you whisper to Angel right in front of me, knowing it would piss me off?” He stares up at me, and that hint of defiance that I saw in him earlier, that bratty side of him that just loves to push andpushreappears, his eyes lighting up. He says nothing. Just smiles. One of those fucking sun smiles, just for me. Dimples and all. I grin.
“Yeah? Ha, fine. I’ll fuck that smile right off your face, Button. Then maybe you’ll tell me, hm?” His eyes widen once again. Continuously shocked by his own desire and the situation unfolding right in front of him. “Tap me twice if you’re done.” I don't give him time to respond before I shove my dick back into his mouth. He whines but minds his teeth and starts to suck.
I fuck into him at a steady pace, holding both sides of his face, slowly going faster and faster, deeper and deeper. By time I’m slamming into him, grip tight, sliding down the back of his throat and gagging him with every thrust, tears and spit are everywhere—and he’s yet to tap me. Little fucker is enjoying it. He never takes his eyes off of mine, takes every harsh thrust, every grunt and gag I give him.
I press my foot forward, nudging his hard erection with my shoe and he jolts, mumbling something to me that I can’t hear over me fucking his face.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” I say breathlessly, shoving in until I’m down the back of his throat then holding him in place. He chokes, unable to breathe. His eyelids flutter as he stares at me and I only pull out enough to let him breathe when his face starts to turn a deep shade of red. Then, I shove my way down his throat again, watching him choke over and over again as I hold him still.
He moans between gags, sending a jolt of electricity through my dick. The feeling of his throat constricting repeatedly is driving me nuts.
“What do you think, Benjamin?” I let him breathe for a moment, pulling fully out of his mouth for the first time in a while. He takes a deep breath, hands on my thighs, dick pulsing under my shoe.
“Please let me-” I shove back into his mouth.
“Wrong fucking answer.” I hold my cock down his throat again as he groans, hands tightening, hips attempting to buck up for friction. “I guess this isn’t much of a punishment when you’re such a slut for me, huh?” He whimpers around my cock. Okay,I’m gonna come if I don’t get him off me. I’m surprised I’ve made it this far. I yank him off of me and step back, watching him fall forward onto his hands, coughing.
He looks up at me then, covered in his own spit, tears, and my precum. His eyes… tears flowing freely down his face, he’s looking up at me like I’m his fuckingGod. If my dick was still in his mouth—I’d be fucked. Gently, I pull him up, running a finger up his shaft as he cries out.
“Please!” I lay Benjamin back on the bed. He’s shaking, so pent up and needy. I wish I could watch him like this forever. I sit next to him and bend down, taking a nipple into my mouth where I begin to devour it. He arches into me, mumbling incoherently and whining. His hand is in my hair to keep me in place. My hand moves to torture the other one, drawing another pained moanfrom his chest. “Aaron, fuckingplease—touch my dick. I need it. I need you.” My dick twitches. I lean up and look down at him. He stares at me, tears still streaming down his face, nipples red and swollen, hips humping the air behind me.
