Chapter Four
Benjamin
“Benjamin—do you think I could make you come so hard you’ll cry?”
I shiver despite the heat swirling around me, inside of me.
I already feel like crying—so I want to tell him yes—yes, I think he could.
But I don’t have time to speak. In fact, I don’t have much time at all to process the fact that he’s here and he’s touching me like he’s hungry—fucking starving for it.
Like he’s been waiting for so damn long, been so patient and biding his time.
He’s towering over me, all brooding and desperate.
His black hair dripping, green eyes manic in a way I haven’t seen before.
His jeans and shirt cling tightly to his body, showcasing every muscle, every dip and ridge.
All thick arms—wide chest—pure power. My mouth waters as if I didn’t already know he was built like a demi-god.
His hand that was in my hair moves to run along my side, feeling the curve of my waist to the bones of my hip.
His other hand stays firmly on my throat, as if to keep me from running from him. As if I ever would.
“Aaron?” I croak when he runs his fingers along the area of skin between my hips for the tenth time. His eyes snap to mine. He gives me a lazy, lustful grin.
“Sorry, Button, I got a little distracted. Do you mind?” Before I can respond, he drops to his knees.
I gasp, a hand grasping his hair lightly on reflex.
He kisses my stomach—licking over my belly button, making me moan embarrassingly loud.
He hums, dragging his lips to my hips where he licks long strips.
Then—he sucks hard before licking again.
He sits back to watch the red mark appear.
Grinning up at me, he grabs both hips and before I can blink, I’m turned around, both hands on the tile.
“Um, Aaron I don’t—ahhhh.” My forehead drops against the wall as I feel his tongue lap over the dimples on my lower back. He pokes and prods—sucks on them like there’s something inside he needs to gain sustenance. “P-please.” I beg him, but I’m not sure what I’m asking for.
“What is it?” He asks, digging his thumbs into the dimples and biting one ass cheek.
Hard. I groan—hips bucking forward as he chuckles before running a tongue over the stinging spot.
Aaron flips me back around, looking up at me so sinfully I might come just by looking at him.
“What do you need?” He follows up his previous question. My mind blanks. What do I need?
Before I can consider an answer, he grabs my left leg and rests it on his shoulder before ravishing the inside of my thigh.
The line between pleasure and pain as he nips and sucks is very blurred, and I’m reduced to a whimpering mess above him, hand in his hair again as I watch him.
Every time he looks up at me—every time our eyes momentarily connect—I almost come undone. I can’t believe this is happening.
After catching him and Amber about to do…
whatever it was they were about to do, I thought for sure I had made up the desire I saw in his eyes at the river when he touched me.
After that moment—when I realized I wanted more than just his finger on my mouth—I figured I was reading into things and being a clingy little kid.
I needed to get over it, to leave him alone.
He was leaving for college next year anyway.
But now here I am—watching him groan against my thighs as he eats me alive—soaked and dangerous. He drops my right leg back to the floor having given it the same treatment and stares at my dick where it leaks. I squirm under his gaze.
“What were you thinking about?” He asks suddenly, peering up at me through his lashes.
“When you were touching yourself in here all alone. What were you thinking about?” I say nothing—just keep my gaze locked onto his—my arms dangling loosely at my sides, body trembling.
I can feel his warm breath against the head of my dick every time he breathes.
“I…” I have nothing to say, because it’s too weird to say aloud.
He doesn’t need to know. Aaron’s hand shoots up, gripping the base of my dick roughly and pumping up once, then twice.
“Aaron!” I yell—or maybe I moan—folding at the waist while using his hair for balance.
He removes his hand and waits for me to lean back up, breathing hard and staring down at him. He’s grinning.
“Answer me. What were you thinking about?” His face inches forward and I get the message. I talk—he touches. I whine like a bratty child.
“The river.” I say, rushed and breathless. He hums.
“What about the river?” He flattens his tongue and rubs it across the tip of my dick, and I slap a palm against the tile wall, trying to keep the ridiculous sounds to myself.
“Ungh—you at the river. Touching me. My mouth.” He nods gently, running his tongue along the bottom of my dick from base to tip as I take ragged breaths, trying my hardest to stay upright. He leans back again.
“Yeah? Did you want me to touch you?” I nod frantically—apparently a sense of pride is something I no longer possess. “Did you want me to touch you more? Like this?” His fingers graze my shaft. “Or maybe you wanted my mouth on you, hm?”
“Oh, God.” I groan, eyes rolling back as he takes my length into his mouth. He’s tentative and curious at first, but adjusts to my size quickly, taking me deeper and deeper into his mouth. Yeah—I won’t last like this—not with all of these new sensations, these new pleasures.
He holds me up by my thighs when my tip hits the back of his throat as it contracts against me through a gag, causing my legs to give out. “Oh fuck, Aaron, please. Oh—fuck.”
He pops off of me and I sigh in relief—I’m not quite ready for this to end.
“So that’s a yes, then?” I nod slowly, watching where his fingers make harsh indents on my thighs as he holds me up. “Benjamin.” He says, tone suddenly serious, edged with something that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
“Y-yes?”
“Who else has seen you like this?” As he asks, tilting his head, wet hair falling to the side. The hands on my thighs tighten and those calculating eyes narrow.
“What?” I ask in disbelief, hissing slightly at the force of his grip that’s so deliciously vicious.
“I said—” He pulls me flush against him—face right against my dick—arms around my thighs to hold me in place. “Who else has seen you like this?” I try to gather my thoughts while I watch my dick rest against the side of his face, his eyes peering up at me so suggestively I could fucking die.
“Like—from their knees? Or just, like this in general?” I motion to my current state of being.
That was not the correct answer. Aaron pushes me back against the wall gently and glares straight ahead—right at my dick—no longer touching me.
I feel the absence like all the air has been sucked from the room.
“Oh. I didn’t know there were so many instances to differentiate from.” My mouth hangs open as he outwardly scowls. Is that… jealousy? Surely not.
What the hell is happening? Before I can ask, Aaron is on his feet—towering over me again—forcing my chin up so I meet his gaze.
“How many other people have touched you?” He pushes a leg between mine, pressing his jean-covered thigh against my erection and drawing a groan from my mouth. “Huh? How many girls from school have gotten on their knees for you?”
“I-I—Hngh.” Aaron rolls his hips—effectively shutting me up and setting a gruesome pace. I can barely keep up, my hips moving on their own accord, my hands gripping his biceps like I might keel over and die at any second.
“Did they make you feel like this? Did you whine and whimper for them the way you do for me? Do you give them those slutty eyes when you stare down at them?” He’s kissing my neck in between questions, and the possessiveness of his words is driving me full force toward an orgasm I’m not ready for yet.
“Aaron—please.” I plead.
“Please what, baby? Are you begging? Do you want to come? Did you beg them too?” Tears prick my eyes as the pressure builds, coiling tightly.
His hand rests on the patch of skin centered between my hip bones once again, pressed between our bodies.
“Benjamin, if I fucked you—if I bent you over right now—you’d probably be able to feel it all the way up here. ” He presses down over that spot.
“Aaron!” Tears stream down my face, his hand replacing his thigh and continuing the punishing strokes.
“You’re so beautiful when you cry for me.” He licks one of the trails of tears off of my face as it mixes with the water. “You sound so good.” Something in me breaks, and the part of me that needs his approval more than anything else demands to be heard.
“I haven’t!” He leans back slightly, slowing his movements.
“Haven’t what?”
“Begged anyone else. Or cried—or had them on their knees. Only you.” I’m breathing like I just sprinted a marathon as I watch Aaron’s eyes widen. He blinks at me a few times and tilts his head to the side.
“Sorry—I—what?” I sigh, leaning my head back against the wall, finally able to breathe now that the pace has slowed.
“I’ve never… I’ve never been touched.” There’s a long stretch of silence. I stare at my hands where they now lay resting on his chest. Maybe telling him was wrong—maybe fucking around with a virgin is a huge turn-off and I’ve fucked this all up.
“Hey.” I take a deep breath and look up at him, only to have all the air rush right back out of me.
God—he looks famished. As if touching me is his only nutritional source and nothing we’ve done so far has made a dent in his need.
“Fuck, that’s so sexy. I’m your first, huh?
” He’s on my neck in a flash, kissing me, licking me up and down.
I groan, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.
He ruts against me frantically, pulling me by the waist and up onto my tiptoes to meet his thrusts.
“I’ll take them. All of your firsts, they’re mine. ”