“Button. Why won’t you tell me?” Slowly, Benjamin begins to glare at me. Now he’s pissed.
“God, Aaron. Want to know what I told her? I told her I’d come and find her and then I’d devour her whole. See? It was nothing. I just figured you wouldn’t want to hear about my face buried in some girl's pussy while I'm literally getting off with you.” He’s panting—shaking at the energy his rant took and the edging he’s battling.
I look at the wall above the bed, finding a place there to stare at. He’s right, I did not want to hear that. He said that right in front of me? Whispered it to intentionally piss me off? Was he actually going to do it? I’m like a bipolar teenager and I know it. But this jealousy, this anger that's drowning me now as I think about her gasp, the blush and Benjamin stroking her hip, her hair. Fuck. I can feel my erection waning as the feelings build up—as I replay‘wanna play a game with me’over and over again in my head.
“Aaron.” The room comes back into focus, and my eyes shoot down to where Benjamin is laying on the bed, watching me. “You can be mad at me tomorrow. But right now, I’m here with you, not at all interested in playing that game of hide and seek. I made that choice, you know.” He grabs my hand, pulling it to rest between his hips and I let those words marinate in my mind as I stare. My sexy little genius. He always knows what to say. Angel will be tomorrow's problem—I won’t let her take this from me. Not when I finally got my hands on him again. I rake my eyes over him, my dick immediately perking up in interest and returning to his former glory.
“Button, you’re being quite sassy.” I say, raising a brow and clicking my tongue at him. He laughs.
“Yes well, you pushed me to be.” I watch him for a moment as an idea forms in my head.
“Want me to finger fuck that attitude out of you, baby?”Benjamin’s mouth falls open in shock, brows furrowed like he can’t fucking believe what obscene things just came from my mouth. His hips buck into the air unconsciously, my hand slamming them back down without looking away from his face. There's a puddle of arousal on his stomach that my fingers just barely reach from where they sit and I resist the urge to lean down and lick it all up.
“I… Yes?” Benjamin answers, his voice an octave too high—his answer is a question.
“You don’t sound confident in that ‘yes’. Maybe next time.” I turn away from his face, running a finger through the puddle on his stomach. Before it reaches my mouth, Benjamin sits up and grabs my wrist, my tongue out and a breath away from what I really just want in my fucking mouth already.
“I am confident, Aaron. You can’t say that and then not give it to me. Now nothing else will be enough.” The pleading in his voice is so sweet, so fucking needy it makes me want to scream. He’s so dependent on me to get what he needs, can’t have it without me, and thatdoesmake me his God. At least for the night.
I grab his wrist and slowly lower it back to his side, then I finally get to put his precum in my mouth, sucking on my finger like I’m starved. I close my eyes, groaning at the taste. Benjamin has always smelled slightly of citrus; his natural scent is very nice. But I wasn’t expecting him totasteof it too. Of course, it’s mostly salty the way I imagined male come would be, musky the way men are. But there's that lingering tone of citrus over it that’s making me fucking feral.
In the pool house my senses were a bit limited, I couldn’t really taste him. The water made sure to dilute the little bit of his arousal I was so graciously allowed to take, keep as mine, obsess over forever. This is different.
I shove Benjamin back—wherehe plops back onto his elbows with a yelp. I drop my face to his stomach, move his dick out ofthe way and lick him clean. Then, because I can never get enough of him, I suck his dick clean too.
Benjamin is a moaning mess above me, and he looks confused and flustered when I come back up.
“What-what was that?” I lean forward, my face inches from his.
“Nothing will ever taste as good as you. It makes me crazy.” Benjamin closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and groans so lowly, so deep in his chest, I almost don’t hear it. After a moment, he looks at me again, eyes hooded and blown even further.
“Sorry, I almost came.” My eyes widen.
“You really like praise, huh, Button?” He glares at me, clicking his tongue.
“Aaron, are you finger fucking me or am I doing it myself in the bathroom where you can’t watch?” At the threat of fuckingtorture, I kiss his mouth and stand, tucking my dick away. I know Cameron's house well and this guest room definitely doesn’t have lube in it. But Cam’s room does—and that’s only two doors down the hall.
“Hands above your head.” Benjamin lays down, hands clasped above his head. I grab a water bottle from the nightstand and open it. Very carefully, I sit it right where his wrists are pushed together, making sure it’s balanced enough not to fall. “Button, if you move, if this bottle spills or changes positions, you’ll be in a lot of trouble. And not fun trouble, like me fucking your face, either. Do not move. I’ll be right back.”
His eyes are huge and absolutely terrified. But he nods, unable to even move his legs without upsetting and spilling the bottle. I watch a new bead of precum form at his tip and lean over, licking it clean. He whines.
“Not fair!” I laugh, throw on my shirt and walk out the door. The party is still in full swing when I walk out and I spot Amber exiting the bathroom down the hall.
“Amber!” She turns to me and comes running.
“Hey, fuckhead! Where have you been?” I grimace.
“I uh, met up with someone.” I shrug and try my best to play it off. Amber and I are in ouroff-againcycle of our friendship, so she grins and wiggles her brows.
“Ohh, yeah? Who is she?”
“It’s a secret. But hey, we’re still kind of in the middle of things and I need to grab something. Would you guard the door for me? I don’t want anyone trying to walk up on her.” Amber salutes.
“Absolutely! Good man, Aaron.”
“Oh, and don’t go in either. She’s very shy about her body, so...” Amber stares at me for a moment, most likely trying to figure out if I’m wasted or high. Then she smiles sweetly.
“Of course. Girls protecting girls and all that.” I kiss her cheek and scurry down the hall to Cameron’s room.
