4. Four
Four
A iden kept licking me as I came. Not swallowing, but swirling my cum around my cock as he sucked on my shrinking dick. I fell forward, my pubes crushing into his face, and I kept straight-up grinding against him, hungry for more.
Just hearing him say I could take a cock set a switch off in my mind. I hadn’t even thought about it like that. The guy on the TV behind me was being fucked in the ass, but I didn't think Aiden would actually want to do it with me. I didn't know I’d want to either.
Heat flooded my body as he split his fingers open again, digging hard into the sides of my ass. “What do you think? You want to take something this big in your tight ass?”
My cock twitched as heat flooded my body. He twisted his wrist, turning his fingers, opening my ass and hitting a spot which made fireworks of pleasure explode inside me.
“Holy shit,” I choked out as I angled my ass on his fingers, searching for that spot inside me.
“Looks like your ass is loose enough.” He smirked as he dragged his fingers out. “All we got to do is take care of this.”
"Aiden! You can’t—”
“I can't what? Are you telling me what to do, pretty boy? Because I'm the one who's in charge of your ass right now. And I'm the one who decides if you even deserve my cock.”
Why was I getting even more turned on when he was treating me like that?
Like I had done with the cheerleaders I fucked, I was moaning, trembling, spreading myself open, and bucking against his fingers to feel even better.
And I could be even fuller. If two fingers felt so good, then I was pretty sure that a cock would be fucking fantastic.
I thrust my hips forward, hoping he would lick my cock again, but he hovered annoyingly out of reach. And a tug on my ass had me following his hand backwards again, getting me exactly where he wanted me.
Really, I had no clue who this guy was. Just some dickhead crashing on my dad's couch. But I was taking his fingers as if it wasn't going to be weird as fuck when I had to see him from now on.
“You can come if you want to. It won’t make a difference.” Aiden said as he ran his tongue over his crooked teeth. “I can still fuck you, whether your dick’s hard or soft.” He threw me a wink through bloodshot eyes. It was like he was permanently hungover.
I wasn't going to admit I liked how he didn't seem to give a shit that it was me he was messing with. I didn't want it to be personal, even though I wanted to prove I could take it.
The piercings covering his face caught the light as he smirked. “Come as many times as you want, pretty boy. You don’t need to hold back.”
But he still wouldn't go for my cock, as if he was waiting for me to beg him again. I’d never come from fingers in my ass.
The pleasure was building, and I wanted him to split his fingers again.
I bit my lip, shaking my ass, even bending my knees to grind against his hand. “Just fucking do it, Connor. Come for me.”
A whimper shot from one of us as I whipped my hand from his shoulder to grip my cock.
“That's it, nice and fast now,” he said, his gaze fixed on my dick.
I groaned as my strokes sped up, and he hummed. I loved the idea that I was satisfying him by stroking my cock. Like he wanted me so much I could make him nut just from sticking my cock into his face.
I choked as he thrust hard enough for his knuckles to hit my ass cheeks.
It felt as if he was rewarding me for doing what he said.
“How is it, Connor?” he asked as he thrust again. “Are you going to be my little cocksleeve? Can you take it so far up the ass you'll be tasting my cum?”
“Oh, God!” I cried out, his words hitting me deep, heat bursting inside me as my finger brushed my cockhead.
With a soft thud, he drove his fingers high into me, more explosions firing around my ass, flying up my spine to blow out my brain.
And then his hand stilled, just as I was at the final point. I didn't want to lose the momentum, so I gritted my teeth. I bent my knees, dropping my hips, fucking rocking against his fingers.
“That’s it. That's the proper way to take it.”
I thrust again, the pleasure in my body sending me wild.
“Hey, Connor,” Aiden murmured, and I snapped my eyes open to meet his. “Something tells me you're going to be a natural at this.”
“W-What?” I was so wrapped up in wanting to come that I couldn't focus on him.
“I'm saying my dick will slide straight into you if you're already bouncing so desperately on my fingers.” Sparks of pleasure scattered through my body at his rough talk.
My back arched as I lifted my ass, stroking my cock hard as I dropped back onto his fingers. I was getting into it, using my grip on his shoulder to ride him, fucking his fingers instead of him fucking me. And I didn’t break eye contact the whole time.
I didn’t care how weak I looked when my balls were as tight as a ringed-out shirt. I needed to blow.
And Aiden watched me with that same fucking smile, but it was the way he laughed at me that finally pushed me over the edge.
My thighs spasmed as my ass tingled, my cock aching from my hard strokes.
“Aiden,” I rasped. “I'm gonna come again.”
Before he could even reply, I groaned and threw my head back. The pleasure which had been building peaked, tearing through me as I yelled out. My fingers dug into his hard shoulders as I thrust my hips, spurts of hot cum flying from me—and straight onto him.
I was still frantically grinding, riding, taking as much as I could from him.
Relaxing my tingling ass, I chased the sensation of his thick fingers burying inside me.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come so hard.
I finally got my release, but as I shook and moaned around him, he dragged his fingers from my ass with a pop, leaving me totally empty.
“Wait, Aiden, no…” I protested, barely holding onto him.
“What a star you are,” Aiden hummed as he flicked his tongue over my softening cock. “Look at you, you're so fucking dirty. Coming all over my face like that. Do you like having your hole plugged?”
I was panting so hard I couldn’t even speak. He was looking up at me expectedly, his fingertips hovering by my asshole.
I just nodded. I didn’t want to listen to my voice anymore. I’d been acting so slutty all because I wanted to shoot my load, and I was done.
Now I could go back to my room and shove in my ear plugs so I couldn’t hear his porn. And then spend the rest of my life pretending I didn’t just come over my dad’s best friend's face.