Then, in a dual attack of the senses, Aaron grabs both of our cocks into his hand and begins to fist us—slow and firm—as he pushes his middle finger into my entrance.
My head falls to his shoulder as I shake.
“Aaron. Fuck.” I’m so lost in sensation I don’t know where each feeling is coming from anymore. He’s licking me—licking the sweat off my hairline, my spit out of my mouth, my tears out of the corner of my eyes. Fucking devouring me.
“Yeah, baby.” He moans, fucking us into his hand, our cocks rubbing each other in such a filthy manner that I might combust. The muscles of his chest and stomach are flexing beneath me, adding to the visual pleasure watching our dicks already gives me. His sweats are wet from the lube and the amount of precum dripping from our tips, his arms shaking in what I know can only be him restraining himself.
“Please, please more—give me more.” I beg, digging my face into his neck, feeling him shove his nose into my hair only to inhale sharply.
“Of course, of course, Button. I’ll give you everything I have.” The burn of his index finger slowly sinking in with his middle finger is suffocating, his hand jerking us harder, faster. I’m whining, shaking. “Wrap your arms around me.” Aaron demands. I do—I lock my arms around his shoulders, keeping my face tucked away.
“Ha, Aar—hngh,” I try to ask him to speed up, to fuck me faster, but my mouth isn’t working anymore.
“Hmmm, you’re doing so good, baby. Do you feel good? I can feel you pushing back onto my fingers.” I nod against his neck. “Want another?” My eyes widen. Do I? Could I take that?
I debate for a second, eventually deciding through my lust-filled brain that if I hate it, he can pull it back out.
“Yes.” I finally say—his breathing picking up at the opportunity as his ring finger sinks into me, joining the others. I pull my head out of his neck, furrowing my brow as I look him in the eyes. Fuck. I’m so full. This is fucking nuts. It doesn’t even hurt—I can’t begin toexplain the feeling as it fades to pleasure. A sob builds in my chest, my lips parted. Aaron watches my face.
“I know, I know. Breathe. Good boy, so good.” He starts pumping the fingers in and out of me and I start to fucking vibrate out of my own skin.
“I’m not—no—Aaron, I’m not going to last.” He leans down to lick away my tears again, needing every piece of me, both hands relentless in their ministrations.
“That’s okay, baby. Come whenever you want.” He looks between us, watching his hands. “Fuck, I bet you’d be such a good boy when taking my cock.” He pumps his fingers in again, twisting his wrist and curling right where I need him.
“Mm, Aaron—FUCK. Right there. Please, again.Please.” He curls his fingers over that same spot again, pushing into it roughly with each thrust.
“You’d look so good crying like this with my cock buried in your ass, Button. So fucking good I could die.” He’s barely finished speaking when I start to come.
“Aaron!” He milks me through it from both sides, letting go of my cock and continuing with just his fingers once nothing else will come out of the tip. “Stop. Stop, please.” I beg.
Aaron tries to retract his hand, but I have it in a death grip, forcing it inside of me, rolling my hips down onto it.
“You—”
“More,fuck, give me more.” Aaron's eyes are wide. He swallows as he tries to make sense of what the hell I’m wanting from him. Then, he fucks his fingers into me harder, twisting and curling at random intervals. I’m sobbing, shaking down to my very core. He bites the skin surrounding my nipple, leaving more teeth marks before sucking the nub into his mouth. Moving that sinful mouth to mine, he fucks his tongue into it in time with his fingers. I purr against him, a sound I wasn’t aware that I could make.
The pleasure is building again, and surprisingly my dick is hard and leaking already. Aaron stands, picking me up with him—and his hand never stops moving inside of me. Helays me down on his bed, settling on his knees between my legs, eyes drilling into me. They bounce between my face, my dick, and my hole as it stretches over his fingers. Bending down—as his fingers fuck into me—he finds every spot within reach that's covered in my previous release and licks at it, groaning and biting at random. Like he can’t get enough of me, like he’s starved, like I just taste that fucking good.
“Flip over for me.” He says, moving off of me and pulling his fingers out of my ass.
“Wait—”
“I’ll put them back, so flip.” Aaron’s panting, his eyes sharp and focused, if not a bit aggressive. Hesitantly, I roll onto my stomach, letting him grab my hips and pull me to my hands and knees. “Benjamin. You’ll tell me if you don’t like something?”
“Yes.” I groan, anticipating. He pushes between my shoulder blades, laying my chest flat and shoving my face into the bed. My ass is still up in the air, and I thank God I’m a swimmer as I feel how well my body is arching. Aaron’s hand runs up my spine as I turn my head so I can breathe. I shudder.
With no warning, he shoves his fingers into me again, pumping in as far as they will go.
“Oh fuck. Wait. It’s so deep now, too deep. Oh my God.Aaron.”
“Mhm.” His left hand circles around my waist, and right when I think he’ll grasp my leaking cock, he pushes down hard over the area between my hips. I choke on my spit. “Do you feel it? Can you feel my fingers here?” I can’t necessarily feel them that far up, but the added pressure feels insanely good and so does knowing that if it was his dick in me, I’d probably be able to feel his head when I press there.
“So so good.” I cry.
“I want to be that deep inside of you, Button. So fucking deep inside of you. You’re so warm and wet, so delicious.” He sounds out of his mind, delirious. I’m starting to understand his obsession with my pelvis.
Aaron retracts his left hand, and it isn’t long before I feel him rub lube all over the inside of my thighs.
