Chapter Twenty One #4
I look around to make sure there really is no one out here—then I reach around him and unbutton his pants—pulling those and his underwear mid-thigh.
“Wa—” Smack! “Ahh! Oh fuck—shit.” Benjamin shakes as I watch my handprint redden over his skin—marking the area and making my mouth water. I rub the spot softly.
“Still feeling cocky, Button?”
Benjamin gives a shaky laugh, his whole body limply hanging over my arm, his own arms at his sides. I’m glad I’m a gym freak because he is not a small man.
“I might scream, but that doesn’t mean I’m scared of you.” His voice is cracking—like he’s trying to keep himself from breaking. “Spank me all you want. I’ll still run once my pants are up.”
Smack!
I get his other cheek—rubbing the sting. Benjamin’s entire body jolts forward, forcing me to pull my arm back into place.
“Oh God—oh God, oh God.” He is chanting under his breath, fingers curling and uncurling repeatedly.
“Aw, baby, are you praying to me?” He spits again.
“Fuck you.”
SMACK!
He actually moans this time. So loud and filthy that I groan in response to him—not bothering to rub the sting away.
I look under us when I see movement and notice the grass is wet.
I lean around Benjamin a few inches—trying to figure out what the hell that is—when his hard cock comes into view.
So pretty. He’s dripping precum right onto the grass.
“Button—you’re leaking.” He says nothing.
I lean down a bit to see his face—moving some of the hair that’s just long enough to hide his eyes.
He’s still panting, lips parted, a string of saliva dangling toward the ground from his bottom lip.
He’s flushed a dark red, expression blank.
Then he looks at me out of the corner of his eyes—and I see all of it.
The lust—the fire, the affection, the little bit of fear for what’s coming next.
The submission—and the relief. He looks so fucking horny.
“Oh fuck—you look so good.” Ignoring me, Benjamin directs his eyes back at the ground, but his dick betrays him and jumps at the compliment. I think I hear my last bit of common sense say peace out and dip.
I land one last harsh slap to his ass and put his pants back on him while he groans. I use the arm holding him to pull him up and against my chest—pinning his arms and looking down at his face as his head leans back against my shoulder.
“Benjamin,” He looks up at me. “Do you feel broken yet?”
Benjamin stares at me for a moment—lips still parted and coated in spit that drips to his chin—panting and staring at me like he wants to push me over, pull me out of my pants and ride until he comes.
“I’ve always been really good at—” he takes a deep breath. “Not letting people break me.”
“Good, that’s really good. It’ll make me come so hard knowing I’m the only one to see it when I do.” He whimpers, head drooping to hide from me.
I refrain from mentioning the fact that I’ve already broken him—that I’ve torn him to shreds several times now.
I’ve tasted every part of him—I’ve had my hands on every inch of skin.
Every possible sound this man can make I have pulled out of him over and over and over.
Some primal part of me shoves forward—taking control of my mouth.
I grab his jaw, lifting it and forcing him to look at me.
“What, baby? He never had you like this? Whimpering and worn down?” He whines—loud and high-pitched, hips jutting forward. Oh—he likes that. “He never took what you gave him and then made you submit? Did he ever have you so close that you feel like you’re going to die?”
“Ngh!” He groans through my hand forcing his jaw closed.
“Aww, baby, you’ve been a very bad boy. You don’t get to come. But I do want you to feel good. That’s half the fun.”
I let his jaw go, dipping my fingers into his jeans. I ignore his whines and begging and I reach into his briefs and very carefully—as to not touch his length—wipe the tip, gathering his arousal on my finger and pulling it back out.
When I make contact with his head he essentially screams—killing my eardrum but caressing my cock. When I put him in my mouth and suck my finger, Benjamin turns to watch.
“Ahh—ah fuck that’s so good. I’ve missed that.
Kept dreaming of it. Take your pants off.
Right now.” I’m groaning and frantic—I have no thoughts other than needing more of him in my mouth right now.
I spin Benjamin around and drop to my knees, not bothering to hold him in place anymore.
I think he knows if he runs now—I really will hunt him down.
He’s removing his pants but it’s too slow and I’m freaking out. So, I grab the fabric at the thighs and yank. They come down easily enough since my pant size is bigger than his, and he throws his head back to send a perfectly beautiful moan to the sky at the friction.
I peel his underwear down—careful not to let it touch him too much and send him into another scream.
When he’s bare in front of me, I grip his thighs—and ah fuck—he’s wet. His precum covers his hard dick—some of his pelvis, and the creases where his thighs meet them.
I fucking devour him. He tastes just how I remember. A bit salty, a bit musky, and a bit of citrus. Purely Benjamin. All mine. It’s so fucking good. He’s screaming and begging me—hands clawing at my back, my hair, my arms. Hunched over my head and trembling with tension.
“Please Aaron—can I come now? Please? Ah—don’t lick! UGH.” He’s trying so hard not to come but I want to eat him and he’s not coming until he’s on my cock.
“Benjamin.” I move back to look up at him. So beautiful, so fucking lost in this. “If you come—you’ll regret it.”
“Fuck.” He cries, tears falling from those big hazel eyes. But he doesn’t argue. He waits. I suck him into my mouth once—twice, three times and pop off—listening to the sounds of his wailing.
“He never had you like this?” I ask, staring up at him, wetting a finger and moving my arm between his legs. His eyes widen.
“N-no.”
“He never made you cry? Became your God? Tore you apart piece by piece?”
“Mmm—ah Aaron fuck. No—never. No one touches me like you.” He always knows exactly what to say. My middle finger slips between his cheeks as he gasps.
“That’s right, Benjamin. No one can and no one ever will.
” I circle his hole—letting him dig his hand into my hair and pull as he peers down at me—crying, biting his lip, nodding frantically.
I continue. “But we knew that. We’ve been here before.
No matter where we go—or who we fuck. We will always come back to this. ”
Benjamin’s eyes roll back and for a second, I think he’ll come. Instead—he pulls my hand away from his ass and leans over—grabbing my face and staring straight into my eyes.
“Aaron,” He drops to his knees. “I am begging you—begging—please fuck me. I need it—need you. So bad, so much I think I’ll die without it. Haven’t I waited long enough?” He’s sobbing, tears everywhere and I can almost see the pulse in his shaft where it stands between us. I’m so in love with him.
“We need to go.” I stand—yanking him up with me and dressing him, avoiding any unnecessary touching so he doesn’t come too soon. I’m dragging him to the bike by the hand but he keeps sobbing.
“Why?! Aaron! I can’t go—not like this. Just walking is driving me nuts and just looking at you is making my heart beat and my dick get harder. Just fuck me. Bend me over the bike. I can take it. I’ll beg—I’ll get on my knees.”
We’ve reached the bike, and good timing too because he damn near had me convinced—little devil.
“Benjamin.” I snap, effectively shutting him up. I snatch him up by the hips, sitting him on the passenger seat of the bike in front of me. “Listen to me. I can’t fuck you here. We can do nothing—we need lube and a condom. Contrary to popular opinion I don’t just carry those on me.”
“Aaron—no condom.” Benjamin’s grabbing my face, dragging it forward. “Please—I want to feel you.” I’m going to kill him.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Benjamin. You’ve never fucked me before and just got out of a long-term relationship, yet you want it raw?” That seems to bring him down from his lust-drunken state. He stares at me for a moment—gears turning, thumbs rubbing at my cheeks.
Then—so fucking softly—the demon says, “I think our relationship might’ve been a bit longer.” Alright. Sold.
“Ahh—okay, baby I’ll fuck you raw. In fact—I’ll fuck into you like an animal if that’s what you want. But I’m not doing it dry. It’ll seriously hurt you. Plus—I want you fucked into a soft mattress the first time you black out on my dick.”
“Fuuuuuck, please—come on, come on, Aaron.”
“Can you hold onto me? Can you wait ten minutes?” Benjamin nods, tears spilling down his cheeks, hips rolling, hands squeezing my face. “Then come on—it’s time for me to take you apart with my own two hands.” I pull him off the bike as he groans at the memory.
Before I fasten my helmet onto him, I lick his tears, collecting as many as possible. Then I shove my tongue into his mouth, grabbing a handful of ass and pulling him against me. I’m teasing—I know—but I can’t fucking help myself.
“If you want my cock in you, you better get on.” I tell him once I’m settled onto the bike.
Benjamin trips over his own feet getting to me—getting onto the bike, latching onto me. I was right. No matter where—no matter what—we always end up back at the start. Together.