I pump into him repeatedly, watching as his pleasure builds and the pain fades away. Eventually, I remove my hand from his erection and grip his thigh, grounding myself as I watch his hole devour my finger over and over. My size—would he even be able to take it? I'd tear him in two. God, I want it so bad. I want to see my cock disappearing inside of him, being swallowed up so needily. He’d scream—he’d cry with how deep I’d go. Staring at that smooth strip of skin nestled between his hips, I rest my hand over it, pressing down.
“Fuck, fuck! Oh fuck!” Benjamin cries. I pump my finger into him harder, faster.
“This deep, I’d go at least this deep.”
“Yes, yes.” He’s nodding, rolling his hips down to meet every thrust I give him.
“So fucking needy, baby. Do you feel good?” He wails—a high pitched whine—and nods as one hand pinches at one of his swollen nipples. “Mhm, that’s good. You look so good. Take what I give you, let me take you apart.”
Benjamin is shaking in his spot further up the bed, and I watch him cry.
“Can I add another?” He nods viciously, flexing and unflexing his fingers into the blanket under him. “That’s averygood boy.”
“Aaron.” He groans, and I take that moment to slowly slide my index finger inside him alongside my middle. He makes a choking sound when they settle as deep as they can go, and once I feel him relax, having adjusted once more, I pump into him again.
Watching both fingers is much hotter than one—it’s overwhelming in the best way possible. My hips roll forward on their own accord, and I find myself groaning alongside Benjamin every time he pushes his hips down to meet my thrusts. I watch his hole stretch, his body changing its very anatomy just for me. To accommodate me, desperately making room forme. God—I’m going to come in my pants.
I still my hips, curiously leaning down and running my tongue along the muscle as it stretches and sucks my fingers in. Benjamin spazzes for a moment, babbling something unintelligible and sobbing in between shakes of his head where it rests on the bed. The taste of lube isn’t very nice, but the underlying taste of him sends me straight into a frenzy as I circle my pumping fingers with my tongue, hoping it will slip in as well.
The vicious desire to clamp my teeth down, to squeeze whatever part of him I can touch, to fuck as deep into him ashumanly possible just to get this pent-up lust, this pent-up affection out of my chest—it swallows me whole. It almost pulls me under.
Distracting myself from those urges, I lean back up and curiously, I turn my hand, my palm tilting to the right.
“Nghhh,” Benjamin groans. Then, I curl my fingers and a moan so loud, more brutal than any moan I’ve ever heard come from his mouth pierces the air. He’s coming. Ropes of come land on his chest and stomach, but he doesn’t seem to notice as he sits up, staring at me with wide eyes—manic and full of pleasure. Some of his cum hits his neck, his cheek and mouth.
He grabs my wrist, holding it tight to keep it from leaving his body. His other hand reaches up and pulls at my hair, moves to my cheek, then touches his own nipples and back down to grab at the bed. It’s like he doesn’t know what to do with himself—with this pleasure. All the while, I stay inside of him, gently curling my fingers over and over again.
I’ve never seen an orgasm go on for so long. I’ve never seen a man come without touching his dick. Even after there’s no longer come shooting out of him, he’s moaning, frantic, as if he’s still in the throes of his orgasm.
“Aaron, Aaron—Aaron?! Oh, God. Oh my God.” My chest tightens and my hips buck forward.
“That’s right, baby, keep coming. I’ll be your God. Pray to me. Thank me.”
“Thank you,oh God,thank you.” With one last groan he falls back onto the bed, breathing heavily, and once again like a fucking virgin, my hips roll forward and I’m coming in my jeans. I bite down hard on Benjamin’s thigh—focusing on the feel of my still fingers inside of him. He doesn’t even react to the bite as I grunt and groan through my orgasm.
When I finally come down, I slowly remove my fingers, hearing as he whines softly at the loss. I clean the blood from the bite on his thigh, waiting for it to stop bleeding before moving on. Crawling up his body I use my tongue and clean the rest of him up,swallowing any proof of his release that I can find like a greedy dog heeling to its master. Lastly, I lick over his cheek, his lips, his chin.
Benjamin laughs and threads his hand into my hair, weak and spent, not even bothering to lift his head or open his eyes. I sit back and stare at him laying there, sprawled out in front of me. And he’s so fucking beautiful.
Slowly, his hazel eyes start to open—looking up at me in a haze as he smiles softly. My fingers run gently over that stretch of smooth skin between his hips.
“You okay, Button?” He rolls his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Yeah, I’m great. Are you?” Warmth spreads in my chest at his small, scratchy voice filled with concern.
“Other than the fact that I have to scrub come out of another pair of jeans, I’m wonderful.” Benjamin laughs. “Honestly, two pairs is ridiculous.”
“Well, I’m sorry both times were my fault.”
I know he’s trying to carry on the bit that I was just joking about it, but after those words are spoken my blood runs cold.
What have I done? I fucked it all up again. I touched him—even worse this time Ienteredhim. I took another first. I swallow a lump in my throat, trying to breathe.
This can’t happen again. If I can’t resist him, then I’ll just stay away from him completely.
If we were to do this—say fuck it to all the things that stand in the way and attempt at some sort of relationship—and something goes wrong, could he handle that? He already has so much heartache in his life. I can’t risk being another source. I won’t.
“Aaron? What’s wrong?” Benjamin sits up, a hand resting on my chest. His eyes are so full of fear and anxiety—like he’s afraid I’ll run screaming at any second.
