I’d laugh at that, but he strikes not a second later.
I barely dodge Aron’s fist. As it speeds by my face, his other hand catches my ribcage with an uppercut. The windwhooshesout of my lungs, and I double over, making my face an easy target for his knee. My jaw cracks, and I stumble backwards to get out of his reach.
“Rule by blood, Matt. Don’t forget.”
That asshole is enjoying this! Despite my pain, I smile up at him and heave a few labored breaths. “Thanks for the reminder.”
“You’re welcome, Don Matt.”
For that, I sweep his leg the second he’s close enough. He falls onto his back, and I jump to straddle him. Before he can swing again, I kneel on his arms and throw three quick jabs to the side of his head. Aron’s leg wraps around my neck, pulling me back, and soon he’s the one pinning me.
God, this is turning me on. Lying on my back, between Aron’s legs, his cock just inches away from my face …
Aron squeezes his thighs while I’m distracted. I try to tap out, but it seems he’s determined to win this bout. Stars swim in my vision for a few seconds, followed by tunneling darkness as I pass the fuck out.
***
Soft, gentle touches on my cheek welcome me back to awareness. I groan as I sit up from lying across Aron’s lap.
“Sorry,” he says as he smooths my hair and holds me to his chest, “but you did say we’re both to be the examples. I figure it’s six of one, half a dozen of the other which of us gets the worst of it.”
“How bad did you get me?”
I know before he answers that my jaw is cracked at the very least, possibly broken. Words are difficult to get out.
“I got your jaw. A couple of ribs, I think. Choked you out, but I don’t think it did any lasting damage.” Aron kisses the back of my neck. “You’ll survive.”
“And you?”
He laughs. “I think you might’ve concussed me a bit. Otherwise, I’m fine.”
“Well, aren’t we a pair?” I turn to face him, kissing as gently as I dare. “Thanks for going easy on me.”
“Who says I went easy on you?”
“I can still talk, and I don’t think I’ll be eating through a straw for the next few weeks. You went easy on me.”
His hand slides down my side, skipping the bruised ribs and coming to rest at my hip. “Don’t let the men know. They’ll think I’m a softie.”
“I know you’re a softie.”
Aron is gentle as he lays me down on the mat, taking extra care to cradle my head so he doesn’t jar it too much. From the bulging tent in his shorts, I can tell what’s coming, but I hope he’s in the mood to top; my ribs can’t handle it at the moment.
As he slides my gym shorts off, my cock bobs out, already hard. He crawls forward between my legs and licks the underside of my shaft. A thrill runs up my spine at the touch, and I bite my lip to keep from arching my back. Aron licks, nibbles, sucks, kisses, turning me into a squirming mess before finally taking all of me down his throat. He swallows me whole, saliva dripping down my balls, before releasing me with a sly grin.
“Not yet, Don Matteo. Don’t come yet.”
I watch intently as he crawls farther up my body, pushing my shirt up as he goes and taking the time to lick and suck each nipple to a hard peak. When I lift my arms to let him pull off my shirt, he surprises me by only taking it partway off. The damp fabric clings to my face, and Aron twists the hem around my wrists, trapping me.
“Now you’re at my mercy.”
With my mobility hampered and my vision blocked, I have no idea what’s coming.
Aron straddles my hips and trails his fingers down my stomach. He toys with my cock, teasing me until I whimper inside my shirt.
“Patience, Don Matteo. I’m not done with you yet.”
His hips come off mine, but not for long. Aron eases my spit-slick cock into his ass, slowly lowering himself onto me. Inside my fabric prison, I pant and heave, my excitement rising. He places a hand on my chest, pressing just hard enough to slow my frantic breathing.
