Chapter Twenty-Four #2
I blushed. “Jesus. Here I was worried back at the mansion that maybe you’d be afraid of sex with me when the time actually came. I had this fear you were just jealous of Cliff and to win, you’d subject yourself to the most vanilla stuff with me.”
Aaron frowned at that. “Mikey, I’m not selfish like that. If I wasn’t attracted to you, I wouldn’t have deprived you of something with Cliff Walker.”
“He didn’t choose me anyway,” I reminded him.
Aaron wrapped an arm over my shoulders. “Maybe because he saw early on that I wasn’t faking it with you.” He smirked. “And he probably figured that if I told you how I really felt, it was game over for him.”
I didn’t point out how unsure Aaron had seemed when he’d asked me to choose him over Cliff, or how relieved and surprised he seemed to be when I did. I never wanted him to question that he was my first choice.
“I suppose he did,” I appeased. “I mean, he probably could tell how I felt about you early on. It seemed obvious to everyone but you.”
Aaron didn’t wallow in romanticism. “Let’s get your pants off.”
He reached for my zipper, but I brushed his hand away. “Wait. I’m reading your list.” I glanced back at the notebook. “Oh my, God. Eat my ass? You’re ready for that?”
“Ready? I’ve eaten plenty, and I’m good at it. It drives girls crazy… Maybe because it’s so forbidden. I’ve thought about doing it with you lots. I’m sure your hole is super cute. Then you can do it to me.”
My eyes bulged. “You’d let me…do that?”
Aaron seemed surprised. “Why wouldn’t I? You don’t get to be the only one enjoying tingly feelings down there.”
“I guess I didn’t expect you to be so open about ass things,” I admitted.
He shrugged. “Again, it isn’t me with the hangups, dude. No girl has done it to me, and I’m curious to find out if what people say about that and the G-spot is true.”
“Yeah, I see now that you listed getting fucked. Number twenty-two,” I acknowledged with shock.
“Don’t worry,” he jumped in. “I know you’re going to like getting plowed too much to make topping me a regular thing, and I’m good with that. Even if getting my prostate banged feels great, I still like the idea of fucking you more.”
I flushed as I read more of his list. “Sixty-nine. Are you sure you’ll even like sucking dick?”
He shrugged. “I think I’ll like doing it to you…now that I’ve confirmed you don’t have a big, reeking, veiny dick.”
I shook my head. “What do all these abbreviations mean?”
Aaron retrieved the book from my lap and studied his notes. “Oh, those are just positions where we do stuff. B-O-D means you’d be bent over my desk. A-O-M-S means your ankles on my shoulders. O-A-F means you on all fours.”
“Jesus,” I whispered.
Aaron put an arm around me and leaned his face close to mine. “They’re just…thoughts. You can cross off anything at any time. I’m good with whatever you want, Mikey.”
I bit my lip again. “Um, I’m shy…but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to do all those things.”
He smiled. “Yeah?”
“With you? Yeah,” I replied.
“Great. Let’s get your jeans off,” he repeated.
I laughed. “Now? Here?”
Aaron jumped from the chair, then carefully pulled me up on my good foot. “After seeing you blow your load in the shower, it’s all I’ve been thinking about. How did you not know then that I’m into you? I didn’t think it was subtle.”
Aaron carefully removed the sling from my arm, then unbuttoned my shirt. He moved quickly. The garment was on the floor within a few seconds. Aaron had already started unbuttoning my jeans when I tried to begin undressing him. He slapped my hand away.
“What? You are getting naked too, aren’t you?”
He nodded. “Of course. I just don’t want you to strain your arm. I’ll undress myself. Now stand still so you don’t hurt your ankle.”
I did as I was told, less anxious about him taking off my clothes than I would have been before the shower incident. He’d already seen everything and liked it, so I tried not to work myself up with my insecurities.
Aaron bent to pull the jeans down, then my underwear. My hard dick bounced up right to his face. It made him chuckle before he had me brace myself by holding his shoulders as he pulled the clothes over each foot.
He stood back up and slowly unbuttoned his own shirt before pulling it open.
“Faster,” I begged. I used my good hand to stroke myself. “Want you naked.”
To my surprise, the chronic teaser obeyed. He made quick work of his shirt, slacks, then his underwear—throwing all of them onto the chair. I admired his beautiful body—exposed and aroused.
“You never said anything about my dick yesterday,” he pointed out, sounding concerned. “Do you…like it?”
“I didn’t want you to punch me,” I explained. His expression changed, and I could tell it bothered him that I would have even thought he’d attack me. “I love your cock. It’s nicer than any dick I ever saw online. And I feel the same about your chest, your arms, your legs, your balls.”
“Keep going,” he joked.
“And your amazing ass,” I added.
“There it is,” he said with a laugh. “Well, now you don’t have to pull the image from that special place in your brain where you stored it.” He turned around to show it to me again. “Go ahead. It’s yours to explore.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant exactly, but I was going to take advantage. I leaned on him so I could get on my knees without pain, then began to knead his buttock muscles. They were soft, yet solid at the same time. “God, you’re hot.”
“Try number fourteen from the list. I showered,” he encouraged.
I snorted a laugh because of his silliness as well as my nervousness. I parted his cheeks and he didn’t even flinch. Maybe because after having checked out his asshole, as he said he had, he knew it was as sexy as every other part of him. He wasn’t wrong. “Fuck.”
“No. That was number twenty-two,” he corrected. “Too soon. Stick to number fourteen.”
I rolled my eyes, but didn’t want to waste time calling him out for his nonsense.
Instead, I ran my tongue over his muscular glutes before settling into his crack.
He still smelled like the soap from his earlier wash.
I circled my tongue over his opening, causing him to buck.
I pulled back, unsure if that had been a good reaction.
“Okay?”
“Yeah,” he assured me.
I resumed and continued for several minutes. I could have gone longer, so turned on by the sounds he was making. “Still good?”
“Fuck yeah,” he replied. “But let’s go to your bed. I can’t keep standing while you’re doing that.”
Once he helped me up, I followed him into my room, expecting him to drop face down on my mattress. Instead, he turned around, grabbed me and gently pushed me toward the bed. “Get on your tummy.”
“But I haven’t had a chance to finish…”
“You will,” he assured me. “I’ve been waiting too long for this. Please, Mikey.”
I couldn’t resist him when he asked me to do something with the word ‘please.’ I positioned myself as he had instructed on the bed, and before I could muster the courage to spread my legs, Aaron did it for me. “Geez. Give me a minute to adjust to the idea…”
“Told you. Waited too long,” he reminded me. “And it’s better than I thought. God, you’re cute, Mikey. Such a pretty little hole.”
He rubbed his fingers over my taint and opening before I could even mutter a thanks for the compliment. Within seconds, he was on his knees at the foot of the bed, then he licked a trail from my balls to my hole before flicking his tongue against the sensitive skin.
“Oh!” I blurted, not expecting it to feel so great that my body would jerk.
“Relax, Mikey,” he soothed before resuming a more aggressive assault.
My teeth clacked. “Easy for you to say…”
Aaron began to tongue fuck me and I buried my face in the quilt to keep from screaming. He continued to plunge in and out relentlessly, making me leak as I rutted against the bed.
“Finger time?” he asked eagerly.
I nodded. How the hell would I know? Apparently, he understood my body better than I did. I expected him to insert a digit, but instead, he got up and left the room.
“What are you doing?” I asked in a whimper.
He returned quickly, popping the top of a bottle of lubricant. “Had to get this.”
“Oh, thanks.”
My body had just begun to relax when Aaron slipped his forefinger in me. I thought it would hurt, but it felt good—like scratching an itch. Then he began to pump it back and forth, which worked me into a writhing frenzy.
“You like that, huh?” he questioned, pleased with himself.
“Just remember, whatever you do, I’ll do to you,” I reminded him.
“You’d better.” He began to probe me with a second finger, and the pleasure was instantaneous, followed by a sting as he pushed past the ring of muscle.
“Ooh,” I grunted. “Careful.”
He was. Aaron squirted more lube on his fingers and moved slowly until he had a second finger fully inside me. He repeated the action until finger number three was in, as well.
“Am I hurting you?” he worried.
“I think I’m okay now,” I responded, feeling a mix of vulnerability and a strange desire to be owned and used. He did things with his fingers that stretched me, and it was more pleasurable than uncomfortable.