“What do you want from me?” He pleads, setting a brutally slow pace as he rolls my hips over his.
“I… I want you to be my God and take what you want from me.”
Chapter Nine
January 2018
Benjamin
“I… I want you to be my God and take what you want from me.”
Aaron’s lips are devouring mine before I can say anything else, like he can’t bear to hear more. His hands slide up the front of my shirt, allowing me to move my hips how I like—his kiss is so hungry, so vicious. Biting at my lips, sucking my tongue into his mouth only to shove his into mine and fuck into it. His fingers pinch at my nipples—twisting them, pulling.
I’m a mess, moaning and whining in his lap, my hips rolling frantically, searching for friction. He pulls his mouth away from me to yank my shirt off, throwing it behind me onto the bed. Staring into my eyes—one hand peels off the bandage between my neck and shoulder—the other rubbing at the skin between my hips. What’s his deal with that? I don’t get to ask. His fingers trace the mark he left, making me shiver as I stare up at him.
His eyes are intense, looking at the mark like he’s looking at something he owns, something he created that no one else will ever be allowed to touch. Leaning down, he lightly scrapes his teeth over the indentations, pulling a groan from me. The scab doesn’t break, but I feel the sting nonetheless.
“God, I want toeatyou.” He says aggressively. “I want to fuck so far into you, you can’t even speak.”
“Aaron,” I whine. “Please.” He grins, a sadistic gleam in his eyes.
“So needy. You're so pretty when you want it like this.” He shoves a hand in the back of my shorts, sliding his middle finger between my ass cheeks. “Remember when you wanted it so badly you fucked yourselfdown onto my fingers?”
“Oh fuck.” I whimper. He has to stop talking. If he doesn’t, I’ll come way too soon.
“You came so hard I thought you were going to pass out, Button. How did that feel? Tell me.” I’m pushing back against his finger as Aaron pulls his face back to look me in the eyes. His other hand grabs my chin roughly. “Tell me.”
“Good, it felt really good, Aaron. I didn’t know what was happening to me, it wouldn’t end.” He chuckles at my rushed response. “I wanted to tell you what you were doing to me, but I couldn’t remember how to speak.” Aaron's eyes roll back, a loud groan falling from his open mouth.
“Fuckyeah. Benjamin, you’re so obedient, you know that?”
“And… and you like that?” My question is breathless, his finger still rubbing my ass, not quite touching my hole.
“It’s killing me. I want to praise you, reward you. I love watching you do exactly as I tell you. Wanna know why?” I gulp, stopping my hips because I’m sure whatever he’s about to say mixed with that pressure would be enough to make me blow. I nod. “Because I know that you’re a good boy. I’ve seen it. I saw it when you let me watch you shower, not once hiding from me. I saw it when you were masturbating in the pool house, your sweet little whines slipping out from the crack in the door.”
I’m watching his eyes, the honesty and the intensity there. It’s surreal, how far we’ve come, how much we’ve changed in such a short amount of time. I used to look at him and feel so much comfort and safety; I saw a strong and kind man. Now I look at Aaron and sure, comfort and safety remain, but new to me is this desire. This hunger. I need his touch—it feels like he’s supposed to be touching me, pulling these cries from my mouth and licking my cheeks clean.
Those calculating eyes used to caress me so sweetly every time he gave me his attention, even just a passing glance. But now, fuck, now it feels like those eyes are burning into me. He’s desperate, he needs this. He wants to devour me whole, and he can’t stopcraving the taste, chasing the feeling of me. This change is giving me whiplash.
“Aaron, I’m going to come if you keep talking like this.” I give him the best pleading eyes I can pull off. My entire body is on fire. He pulls his hand out of my pants then licks my neck once.
“Stand.” I do, and he rips my shorts and briefs down, throwing them behind me after I step out of them. “Sit.” I settle back down on his thighs. He runs his thumb along my slit that’s already beading with precum, pulling a grunt from me. He sucks his finger into his mouth. “You taste so fucking good.”
My hips jerk forward, searching for friction against his stomach, but he holds me still.
“Please make me come.” I beg, hands on his biceps. He reaches into the drawer of the table next to the bed, just within reach, pulling out a bottle of lube. “Oh, God.” I whisper.
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, baby. Spread those thighs wider.” He pours some of the lube on his fingers, rubbing them together quickly, kissing and nipping at my neck. His other hand is abusing my nipples again, my head falling back as I moan his name.
I feel a hand sneak between us, dipping under me and rubbing gently over my entrance. My head pops back up, eyes locked onto Aaron's. He grins, rubbing a bit firmer, warming up the area.
His left hand pulls out his own dick, and I’m once again taken off guard by how big he is. By how heavy it looks. I see a vein along the side of his shaft pulsing angrily.
“I want—”
“No.” He cuts me off, eyes closing, nostrils flared. “Please, Benjamin, don’t ask that of me.” I gulp, breathing around the sensation of his finger pressing on my hole. Fuck, I wish it was his dick instead.
“Okay.” I whisper. He nods once, then with slight difficulty, he manages to squirt some lube in his left hand, using his thigh as leverage. He rubs it along his shaft, grunting at the feeling, then rubs the rest along mine. I choke out a groan, hands squeezing at his biceps.
