Chapter Six #3
His lips meet mine so gently—just a brush—resting against each other like neither of us have ever kissed before.
After a moment, Benjamin pushes forward, melding our lips together and I can’t stop the guttural, feral groan that’s ripped from my throat when his lips fit so nicely against mine.
I didn’t know. I didn’t know that I had been waiting since the last time we kissed—so patient—just to feel it again.
Seeking it out in every other kiss that I had, in every dream I dreamt.
In every moment of my pointless existence that Benjamin crashed his way into.
He pulls away—panting and eyes opening to stare straight into mine. His hands still cradle my face, and his breath warms my lips. Torture.
He’s asking me something with his eyes. Asking for more. They’re pleading with me. His trembling hands on my jaw is his body’s appeal—my own skin burning at the contact and craving to bend and give in to whatever the little succubus wants.
“Aaron.” He speaks. He tilts his head slightly, blond hair falling over his forehead and touching his brow. His voice is so soft—so innocent yet purposefully seductive. My face pinches in what probably looks like pain.
“Benjamin.” I croak.
“Would you?” I don’t respond. I know what he wants—I see it on his face—I feel it in the slight buck of his hips; the soft sighs he releases every time they find contact.
I pull at my hair, taking in a deep breath.
Closing my eyes, I try to calm my heart, my brain, the electricity running up and down my nerves.
I have to remember why touching Benjamin isn’t allowed.
I have to think of Felix’s feelings—the fact that I’m eighteen now, I’m going to college soon.
We basically live together as well. It’s a recipe for disaster. It can’t happen.
Benjamin puts a hand back on my chest, lets it wander and explore the territory like he’s never touched me before.
The touch isn’t necessarily sexual—but God, if my skin isn’t lighting up under his fingers—my nipples hardening under his fingertips as they drag over the expanse of them over my shirt.
I cannot touch Benjamin Dickinson. I can’t. But God—I fucking want to. He clears his throat and I open my eyes, returning my reluctant gaze to his. His pupils are dilated, his skin flushed, breath heavy and hot.
“Would you take me apart with your hands, Aaron?” Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I take a step back; I need space immediately.
I’m about to flee the bathroom when Benjamin slides off of the counter—now standing directly in front of me and staring up at me with those big—lust filled eyes.
“Make me cry. No one else can touch me like that—not the way you do.”
“Fuck, Button.”
I have him turned around and bent over the counter before I can decide against it.
If he keeps talking like that I’ll come in my pants—and I’m not doing that again.
He moans when I grab his hips and do what I’ve been wanting to do all night; I lick obsessively over those back dimples of his—switching to prod at them and suck them against my tongue. Mine.
My fingers are digging painfully hard into his hips, but I can’t seem to let up—and he keeps moaning.
I feel the straight fire running along my skin, the way my heart is beating so fast I’m scared I’ll have a heart attack. I run a hand up under his shirt to the back of his neck—gripping him there and pushing him to lay flat on the counter.
“Aaron—” he breathes. “Touch me. Please.” Benjamin grinds his hips forward for any kind of friction, but I hold his hip, pulling his ass back until it settles firm against the front of my jeans where my painfully hard cock is begging to get out.
“Ah—ahhh.” He’s shivering—moaning at the feeling of me behind him.
I feel like a drug addict, needing every little sound and movement I can take from him.
“You walked around all night in this.” I say, running my hand along his exposed midriff.
He nods. “You looked so good, Button. So slutty in your little shirt.” Whining, he reaches back blindly—trying to touch me.
I grab his arm and pin it against his back.
“Did you like it? Everyone looking at you like they wanted to devour you?” He keeps whining, panting underneath me.
I move away an inch or two and bring a hand up—only to whip it back down. The loud slap would be more satisfying if his ass was bare, but Benjamin gets the memo, jolting with a moan—then rushing to speak.
“Yes, yes I enjoyed it.” He moans again—as if just admitting it to me brought him pleasure.
I rub his ass cheek, pushing my cock back up against the crease of his ass.
“That’s my good boy.”
“Aaron—oh my God—please.” He sounds like he’s crying, his words coming out as a sob.
“What do you want, Button?”
“Touch me. Make me come. Please—I’m begging you.” I chuckle as I watch him shudder underneath me, gasping as I grind against him.
“You’re such a fucking slut, Benjamin.”
“I’m only like this—hngh—” He whimpers as I reach around and unbutton his jeans. “With you.” Feeling his words in every part of my body and soul, I stumble in my movements, taking a second to restart my brain. I might actually fucking die before I leave Cameron’s bathroom.
Perhaps a bit too urgently, I flip Benjamin around to face me—admiring the streaks of tears on his flushed cheeks—and the wide, pleading eyes. I shove his pants and briefs down to his ankles.
“You always know exactly what to say to me, don’t you?
” He nods, biting his lip as I run my fingertips over his hip bones to the smooth skin centered between them where I rub gently.
“Don’t say these things to anyone else.” His eyes shoot up to meet mine in shock—exposed cock momentarily forgotten.
“Don’t speak to anyone else in that voice—the one that sounds like you’ll die if I don’t put my dick in you and fuck you within an inch of your life.
” Benjamin makes a sound that sounds almost like a cry, eyes still locked onto mine.
“O-okay.” Watching him now, I am amazed at how incredibly different normal Benjamin is compared to Benjamin when he’s lust-stricken like this.
He’s so submissive—so obedient. I kiss his neck, feeling him shudder against me, his bare tip pressing against my shirt.
When I reach the muscle that connects his shoulder and neck I begin to bite—but think better of it.
The desire to mark him is incredibly overwhelming but that’s definitely crossing a line. I move away to kiss his shoulder.
“Do it.” He says—rushed and breathless. “Bite me. Mark me.” He demands and I groan and sink my teeth into him.
I taste metal—telling me I drew blood—and Benjamin fucking purrs under me.
I lap the blood with my tongue until it stops actively flowing from the wound, kissing over it.
Pulling back, I stare at the indentations of my teeth, the harsh red lines where the skin broke, the bruising already starting to develop around it.
He looks so fucked. I’m aching in my jeans—but come to my senses just enough to have a rational thought.
“Button, maybe we should stop here and—” I don’t get to finish my sentence before he slaps a hand over my mouth.
“I swear to God, if you don’t make me come tonight, I’ll never speak to you again.” And yeah—he looks absolutely serious. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or his hard, leaking cock, but it’s not very difficult for me to chuckle and say—
“Okay, baby. I’ll make you cry.”