Aaron nodded wordlessly. A wave of arousal went through Jay at the show of obedience. His sub was delicious putty in his hands. Sweet, vulnerable, trusting. Jay could barely keep his voice level as he spoke, so overwhelmed by Aaron’s faith in him.
“For your reward, I’ll find us a dark corner, put you on your knees, and feed you my cock until you choke.”
Another shiver rocked Aaron’s body, yet he managed not to make a sound.
“Good boy,” Jay said, returning his attention to Aaron’s cock, gathering more slick liquid. Taking his time, he glided his fingers back, grazing past Aaron’s tight balls and into the crease, until he reached his destination. Aaron’s hole pulsed as Jay rubbed a circle to signal his intention before plunging inside.
Aaron’s back arched, his lips parted in a soundless scream. He rocked against Jay, forcing him even deeper. The tight heat clenched around Jay’s finger, an explosion of want shaking him to his core.
Before he could lose control, Jay slid out and notched a second finger. The fit would be tighter, the burn even more intense. He hesitated, worried he was going too fast. Aaron must have sensed his uncertainty, suddenly pushing back with enough force to dispel every doubt.
Jay steadied himself and started thrusting in and out, scissoring his fingers open to intensify the burn. Aaron’s eyeswere shut, his expression almost serene in contrast to his quivering body and harsh breathing. Jay tried to keep him off-balance, bombarding him with a chaotic mix of sensations. After stretching him open, Jay played with the rim, forcefully tugging side to side, then switched over to massaging his prostate. The brutal assault had turned into an exploration, his hands desperate to learn every detail of Aaron’s body.
Jay watched Aaron’s face as he caressed the bundle of nerves. He knew the sensation would quickly become overwhelming, and he planned to enjoy every second of the sweet torture reflected in Aaron’s expression. Even with his eyes closed and without making a sound, Aaron was easy to read by the spasms that rocked him, the sharp intakes of breath, the thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
When Aaron went completely rigid, every muscle fighting against the onslaught of pleasure, Jay switched his gentle touches for forceful pegging. He quickened his pace, slamming into Aaron’s overstimulated gland with every move. Aaron bucked forward, then pushed back as if unsure whether to get away or come closer.
Taking mercy, Jay shifted his focus. A deliciously engorged nipple jutted out of the mesh, begging to be sucked until it was red and puffy. Jay was too far away to bring that particular fantasy to life, so he pinched it instead, softly at first, gradually increasing the pressure. Aaron’s eyes flew open, and his lips locked together so tight, they turned white around the edges. Jay chuckled as he pulled and twisted the hardened nub, his head swimming. Aaron’s desire to submit, to follow Jay’s instructions and stay silent, was intoxicating. In all his experience as a Dom, he’d never felt power like that.
He reminded himself to occasionally glance at the stage and keep tabs on Josh and Ezra. When Josh’s cries turned guttural, Jay reluctantly pulled his attention away from Aaron’s chestand glided down his side, under the leather, not stopping until he cupped the drenched lace in his palm. Aaron squirmed and gulped air, clearly on edge. All it would take was a few strokes.
Josh erupted to enthusiastic applause just as Aaron’s walls clenched and a low groan escaped him. He thrust into Jay’s palm, his cock pulsing and spilling down his thighs. Jay stroked him through his release, prolonging the orgasm as long as he could.
“You made it, baby.” Jay’s voice sounded wicked as he withdrew his fingers from the powerful heat and gave him a final pump, grinding the fabric into his oversensitive skin.
“Fuck.” Aaron opened his eyes on a gasp and gazed at Jay with naked devotion. “I want to choke on your cock.”
Jay swayed with desire. He’d been wrapped up in pleasuring Aaron, but now the lust flooded back. His dick strained in his trousers, the dense wool deliciously coarse against his erection, and he couldn’t wait another second to get Aaron on his knees.
“Let’s go.” He grabbed Aaron’s wrist and dragged him along. There weren’t that many dark corners in the club, especially with the Friday crowd, but most of them were milling around the stage and bar area. If Jay was quick, their couch would still be free.
Thankfully, it was. Jay leaned on the armrest and spread his legs.
“On your knees,” he ordered, and Aaron complied, looking up with the same devoted expression on his face. Jay didn’t know what he did to deserve that look, but he knew he would stop at nothing to see it again and again.
“Arms behind your back, and don’t move.” Jay’s voice was hoarse, unfamiliar to his own ears. He’d had plenty of sex, ordered many partners down to their knees, but none had ever affected him the way Aaron did as he eagerly clasped his hands behind him and waited for Jay’s next move.
Aaron was a wonder. Every single one of his reactions had been unguarded and genuine. He wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable or talk dirty. So many subs preferred their Dom to take full control, and their silence always left Jay to question himself, the nagging worry ever-present in the back of his mind.
Yet Aaron made it easy, bridging the gap between their roles by being open and honest, so Jay never had to second-guess himself. He was one of the strongest men Jay had ever met, and right now, he was kneeling at Jay’s feet.
It was a heady feeling.
Aaron licked his lips, derailing Jay’s train of thought. Aaron’s silky hair beckoned to him, and he gave in to the temptation. How long had he been dreaming of running his fingers through those soft strands? With a firm grip, he pulled Aaron into his groin and rubbed against him, savoring the friction.
Aaron was putty in Jay’s hands, anticipating his moves and following without complaint. Not waiting another second, Jay fumbled with his belt buckle and lowered the zipper to let his cock spring free. In response, Aaron opened his mouth and stilled, his eyes hooded with lust and full of hunger.
“Fuck,” Jay moaned. “You should see yourself right now. You look fucking desperate. You want me to fill you up, don’t you? Hungry for a taste?”
“Yes,” Aaron groaned. “Make me gag until I cry and come on my face.”
“Fuuuuck.” Jay enjoyed that idea a little too much, having to squeeze the base of his cock to keep from coming too soon. He adjusted his hold on Aaron’s head and slowly fed him his dick, one inch at a time. Toward the end, Aaron started struggling, his throat constricting around the tip. Jay tightened his grip and hissed, “Take it.”
With that, he slammed in the rest of the way.
Aaron gagged around him and fought the hold, tears leaking out of his eyes. Jay held him for several seconds, grinding Aaron’s nose into his pubic hair before letting him go. Aaron lurched back, gulping in air as he tried to catch his breath.
For the second time tonight, uncertainty crept into Jay’s mind. Aaron looked wild—his face wet, his breath uneven, his body language impossible to read. Jay considered backing off, wondering if he should go easier on him. As if sensing his hesitation, Aaron’s eyes locked on Jay’s, a flicker of trust passing between them as he gave a slight nod.
