Chapter Twenty Two
Aaron
The drive to the closest hotel is only ten minutes—but on the flip side there are no stores to get supplies from. I find a way to make it work.
Benjamin kept true to his word and held me tight the entire ride. I could hear his little cries over the wind and feel his hips as he ground against my ass.
I have him sit on the lobby couch while I get the room—with the helmet still on so the employees don’t think I’m kidnapping some model. It works well and we end up on the eighth floor with a king bed and a jacuzzi tub. I think the lady at the counter was flirting with me. Ma’am—if only you knew.
Now I’m standing at the locked door watching Benjamin take off my helmet, setting it on the dresser and turning to look at me.
He is absolutely fucking wrecked. His face is soaked in tears—all red and blotchy.
His pupils are so big I can barely even see the hazel anymore and his hair is stuck to his skin with his own sweat.
“Benjamin. Do you feel broken yet?” I ask him, peeling off my shirt from where I stand. He looks at me—really looks at me—and gets on his knees.
“Yes.” It’s a choked-out sound, full of awe and desire. What is he doing? Benjamin doesn’t usually act on his own too much this far into our little games.
His button sits on his chest, right over my shirt. He’s completely covered in my clothes—even smells like my soap. All mine, mine, mine. I love you.
“You are so incredibly beautiful.” His voice is so soft, so full of that awe, that pure devotion. A hot spike shoots straight through me.
“W-what?” I’m still in front of the door—unable to move. He’s on his knees about fifteen feet away. It feels like he’s speaking straight into my skin.
“You’re beautiful. Every inch of you.” He takes a deep breath, steadying himself with his palms on his thighs. “I mean—everyone knows you’re hot, but not like this. They don’t know it this way.” My throat begins to close, choking me and making it hard to breathe.
Leaning back against the door so I hopefully look relaxed—and not at all like I’m losing it—I say,
“And what way is that, baby?” He fucking shivers. Like I’ve touched him—like it felt that good.
“They don’t know that if they were here and looking at you like this—they’d devote their entire lives to you. Every action—every thought. It would all be to get back to you.” He pauses for a moment, lowering his eyes. “Like they’re asking for redemption—like you’re their God.”
He’s worshipping me. He got on his knees the moment I spoke, fully intending to treat me as his God. My body feels like it’s absorbing some sort of strength, of power. I become more important than I am. There’s a tiny world in here—and I created it.
“Are you ready to share me? Your God?”
“No.” His response is quick, eyes still on the floor in front of him. I chuckle.
“Benjamin—what are you begging me for? Why are you asking for my forgiveness, redemption?”
He lifts his eyes and they’re fucking filthy. It’s like I’m fucking him right now. Like he’s screaming my name and coming over and over again and I can’t get him to stop because he loves it—he just loves it that much.
But they’re also a bit tortured. Just a bit.
“Since that day,” He’s staring into my eyes. “The day in the shower when you watched me. I’ve thought about it.” He lowers his eyes again.
“Look at me. What have you thought about?” It might be unfair to make him look me in the eye while he says whatever he wants my forgiveness for but I just can’t help myself.
“You. Didn’t matter how. Naked—fucking me, touching me, kissing me, whispering in my ear.
It didn’t matter. It was you—and it was pleasure.
” He looks so pent-up and so guilty. “I thought about it at night—around Felix, in front of you…. Even when I was with Drew. And I hate myself for it. I can’t stop. It’s like a drug.”
I don’t know what face I’m making, what he’s perceiving from me. But I swear I can see every dirty little thing he’s thought about me flashing in his eyes.
“That’s why you won’t let Drew call you baby?” He nods.
“It’s yours. It would only make me think of you again.
” Jesus. “And then I realized you had marked me—and game over, I guess. I’ll never stop thinking about it.
If you’re right—if no one else in my entire life will make me feel this type of pleasure—then you really are my God.
I’ll have devoted my life to you in one way or another, carrying your mark, always thinking of you.
It won’t matter if I’m married or if you’ve sent me away. I can’t erase you now.”
I want to tell him I love him. I want to tell him right in this second and then fuck him so hard he forgets. But I can’t break the spell—the trance we’re in, the perfect moment of confession.
“So,” he continues. “I guess now I ask for redemption. My darling God—I have nothing else to believe in. This is my last thread of hope. Please know I’m not a very good person. Please keep me anyway.” The heat never leaves his eyes—like the act of begging for my forgiveness turns him on even more.
“Keep you?” I need clarification.
“It doesn’t matter how. Just don’t leave. Touch me—stay near me, let me believe in you.”
“What if I’m not a very nice god?” I ask him.
“You’re a possessive, sensitive, jealous god. But you’re not mean. Not to me.”
Benjamin is on his knees—asking me to let him believe in me for the rest of his life.
For me to stay by his side in whichever way I choose, to touch him.
If I tell him no—if I refuse—I’d be just as stupid as high-school Aaron.
I lean off the wall and walk until I stand right in front of him. His eyes never leave me.
Undoing my jeans and pulling out my entirely too-hard cock, I stare into those eyes. Those needy—devoted, enamored eyes.
“Then pray.”
It takes Benjamin two seconds to have a hand wrapped around the base and one more to have the tip in his mouth—tongue lapping for a taste.
I still haven’t given him permission to look away.
His mouth is so wet and warm—so familiar to me and yet absolutely overwhelming.
His hand moves to stroke what he can’t take—my head hitting the back of his throat as he sucks and licks different patterns on the shaft.
He fucking loves it—I can see it on his face.
He sucks down again and I grab a fistful of his hair, prompting him to take me deeper. When he chokes on it, he groans loudly, eyes unfocusing, crossing just slightly for a moment. He’s squeezing his thighs together.
“Good job, baby. Ahh—that’s so good.” He’s whining and trembling but it’s not long before he places both hands on my thighs and stops.
He’s waiting for something. I’m not entirely sure what he wants—and then I remember the party at Cam’s where he gripped my thighs, and I fucked his mouth like I wanted to suffocate him. It was a punishment—and he’s asking for it.
“You’re a little masochist, aren’t you? You want me to fuck your mouth?” Benjamin hums—sending vibrations up my cock, staring up at me so sweetly. “Okay, kitten. I’ll give you what you want.” I pull out of his mouth for a moment to prepare myself.
“Oh God, Aaron—when you call me that I—” I’m shoving back into his mouth, watching his eyes fly wide open and the drool push out from between my dick and his mouth.
“Two taps mean you’re done.” I remind him. “Damn—you look so good like this. Fuck. Did he ever have your mouth like this? Did he get to see what I’m seeing?”
With much effort Benjamin blinks twice—signal for no.
“Ah—fuck, Benjamin—no one else. No one else better see your face getting fucked. You’re too pretty.
” He blinks once—gagging as I speed up, using a hand gripping his hair as my leverage.
He’s gagging every time I thrust now, and I watch his little earrings as they sparkle in the hotel-room lights, how much prettier they make this scene.
“I’m going to make you choke on it—then you’re going to get your cute little ass on the bed—got it?” One blink.
I shove as far as my body allows, ignoring his gags, feeling his throat constrict over and over. I stay there, watching him redden as I cut off his airflow.
“Fuck—fuck, fuck—kitten this is what it’s like when I have your life in my hands. You better thank your lucky stars I’m not a malevolent god.” I pull out, letting him cough, breathe, gather himself. And I almost came—which can’t happen or I’ll die.
“Thank you.” He coughs, hands on my thighs, spit dripping out of his pink, puffy mouth. His whole face is soaked. “Thank you.”
He’s actually thanking me for almost suffocating him—kinky bastard. I bend over and kiss him, stick my tongue in his mouth and taste myself.
Except I have no self-control so as soon as I taste it, I’m pulling him up onto me, forcing him to lock his legs around my waist. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t flinch. Full faith I would never drop him, never bump him, never hurt him in any way. God—I’m so fucking hard.
I crawl to the center of the bed, laying him down gently before lying on top of him. He’s still fully clothed, but we’ll fix that.
“When you announced to all of our friends—to him—that they could not use what was mine—could not call you what I do—I can’t explain to you what that did to me, Button.” Benjamin stares up at me, arms wrapped around my neck, hair spread around his head on the blanket.
“It’s yours.” He says it like it’s true. “Only for you.”
“Like this?” I slide my fingers down his throat. He’s breathing heavily. “Or this?” I pull a golden barbell into my mouth—sucking it onto my tongue. Benjamin arches his back against me.
“Hngh—fuck—ahh.” I move it to my front teeth and nibble on it, rubbing my teeth back and forth every few bites. “So good—ah God, so good.” He’s writhing beneath me, eyes wide open, staring right down at me.
“I changed my mind. You were being a very good boy when you got these.”
“Ughh.” He reaches for his pants—clearly not giving a fuck anymore.