“Greedy, slutty hole, sucking me in, demanding to be stuffed.”
Aaron shook his head and whined as Jay added a second finger and the stretch became unbearable.
“Fuck. No. No more. Please.” He thrashed, clamping his muscles down on the plug and Jay’s fingers.
“Unless I hear aredin there, I think I’m going to keep going. I’m having fun.” Jay punctuated his point by pulling all the way out and driving into Aaron’s hole with a force that left him sobbing.
“Please. Fuck, please.” Aaron was too drained to keep begging, and the onslaught would only keep coming, keep ramming into him, keep building the pressure until he broke.
“Mmm, you look so good for me. Your pretty face covered in tears, your skin so perfectly red. Your pathetic, desperate moans are getting me hard again.” Jay scissored his fingers, pushing Aaron past his limit. After what felt like an eternity, Jay finally—finally—wrapped his other hand around Aaron’s dick and stroked.
Aaron’s vision went white. He may have cried or screamed, struggled or stayed still. The moment was lost as his body and mind were consumed by the singular overwhelming sensation that exploded across him, the inferno starting in his stomach and traveling through every nerve ending in his body.
He floated on air, broken apart by ecstasy, his atoms circling around a singular awareness that slowly crept back into existence. Somewhere far away, deep inside, impossible to concentrate on, he could sense a kernel of warmth and comfort. He wanted to reach it, to touch it, to make it his. To feel this way forever.
When he came to, Jay was hovering above, cupping his cheek tenderly. Jay’s warm, brown eyes pierced straight through to the depths of Aaron’s soul.
“Shit. That was incredible,” Aaron muttered before letting his eyes shut.
Kink Talk
SubAir: I’m a walking cliché for falling in love with my friends-with-benefits Dom. Help!
SubLily: Is that a cliché? It makes sense to fall in love with the person you are intimate with.
SubAir: The cliché part is falling in love with the first person you have sex with, and he does happen to be my first Dom.
DomPetty: Are you sure it’s love and not just really great sex?
SubLime: I can definitely see myself falling for the first person who gives me what I’ve been craving. It would have to be anonymous for me not to obsessively stalk them afterward.
SubAir: It’s both love and really great sex. I genuinely enjoy spending time with him. Outside of his Dom persona, he’s such a sweet guy. I’m fucking crazy about him.
DomPetty: What about him? Is he into you?
SubAir: Sometimes I think he is, but then I remind myself that it’s just an arrangement.
DomAndDommer: It’s a cliché for a reason—happens to the best of us. It’ll pass.
DomicronPersei8: I can relate. I’m catching feelings for my sub, and it’s messing with me.
SubAir: I don’t want to make it awkward and lose him as a friend, but it’s getting harder to keep it to myself.
SubZero: Feelings don’t have an off switch. You’re going to have to face them and hope that they’re reciprocated.
DomPetty: Zero, are you ok? That was almost wise.
SubZero: Take two—that’s not the only thing getting harder. Bu-dum-tss.
Chapter 27
JAY
Choosing a seat that didn’t directly face the entrance was supposed to make him look casual, but it wasn’t working. With every chime, Jay craned his neck and stared at the door, willing Aaron to walk through it. Dozens of people had filtered in and out of the sushi restaurant over the past twenty minutes while Jay slowly sipped his water and gave the server a guilty smile whenever she passed by.
Drumming his fingers on the table, he checked his phone. There were no new texts from Aaron, no indication of his absence. The last few messages had been a quick exchange, Aaron letting him know his new phone had arrived and asking him to lunch.
They’d never gotten a chance to talk on Saturday. Not that any coherent conversation would have been possible after their explosive scene. They had cuddled in silence on the aftercare couch, Aaron’s pliant, exhausted body nestled closely against Jay, his warm breath ghosting across Jay’s skin. It was paradise, and Jay would have happily stayed in that position all night, but there were limits to how long they could linger. Each of the six couches in the lounge was taken, soft murmurs of reassurance creating a distant hum, and it was only a matter of time before another couple would need the space.
