Chapter Twenty Two #2
Swatting his hand away, I give one last lick to his abused nipple and lean back.
With Benjamin’s help he’s naked pretty fast and I’ve grabbed the hotel’s lotion in replacement of lube due to our lack of stores available.
He’s laying spread out in front of me. So flushed a pretty pink—panting.
Dripping wet and desperate like he’s drunk an aphrodisiac.
“I’m going to prep you, Button. Then, I’m going to fuck you just like this—where I can see your face as you take me for the first time—where I can touch how deep I go. But after that—I’m going to fuck you harsh and fast and we’re both going to come harder than we ever have with anyone else.”
“Okay—I want it, please.” He’s whining again, trying to use his heels to wrap my thighs and drag me toward him.
“Yeah? Want me to give it to you? Such a generous God?” I stroke my dick, trying not to groan as he watches my hand and licks those pink fucking lips.
“Yes, please. You’re so nice—so generous. Please give it to me. Will you?” He’s working for it. I bet he’d sit here and make me feel all high and mighty for as long as I made him if it meant I’d give him my dick.
“Aw, such a good boy. I’ll give it to you—so go ahead and scream for me when I do.” I shove my tongue into his mouth, tasting as much of him as I can before I suck his tongue into mine and allow him to do the same.
Once I’m satisfied, I get off of him again and sit back. Wrapping my hands around to the outside of both thighs I snatch Benjamin up—ignoring his yelp as I drag him off the bed until his ass is in my face—right where I need it, legs dangling near my shoulders.
“W-what are you—”
“You’re questioning me?” He says nothing.
I grab his cheeks and spread them—once again greeted by the sight of his smooth, pink hole. Tongue flat, I lick over it once. Benjamin and I both groan—sharing pleasure.
He tastes just like I remember. Now without the lube I can taste it stronger as I feel his legs tremble—anticipating my next move.
No time to waste—I attack his hole. I lick over it, run my tongue around the rim, I suck and bite and kiss. All the while Benjamin is losing it. He’s gasping and crying—hips shaking. Curiously, I nudge in a bit with my tongue, hearing him choke. Perfect. I devour him.
I stand up onto my knees—bringing Benjamin with me, never once removing my head from his ass.
One arm wrapped around his stomach to keep him here with me, the other to make sure his cheeks don’t shut me out.
I’m fucking him with my tongue, licking at him.
Biting his cheek then going back to plunging in and out of his hole.
I can’t get enough of him—I want to do this all night. He tastes like he’s mine. If I eat him for long enough then no one else will dare come near him—they’ll smell me on him, all the way inside of him. I love you, Benjamin.
“Aaron—I’ll come! Please!” I pull my tongue away—listening as the last few of his moans slip free, his heavy breathing—and gently lay him back down. He’s looking at me like he has no idea who I am as I wipe my own spit off of my mouth and chin.
“What is it, baby?” I grin at him.
“I just… I never… You’re amazing.” He reaches forward as if to touch but then retreats—as if he’s not allowed. As if he’s not worthy.
“You can touch.” I tell him and he sits up, quite a bit shorter than me as I still stand on my knees to tower over him. His palms trace so slowly, setting fire to every single inch of skin they touch. He’s so curious—so turned on.
Benjamin looks up at me, slowly leans forward, and licks a strip up my stomach, from my belly button to my pecs. I thread a hand into his golden locks—but I don’t pull. He moves to a nipple and gently runs his tongue over it, watching it as it hardens beneath the cold air.
Seeing the moment his eyes darken—the moment he thinks to himself, ah fuck—that’s hot—is absolutely delicious.
Benjamin leans forward again and nibbles, rolling it between his teeth the way I did to him.
His eyes shoot to mine when I groan, my hand tightening just slightly. He pulls back just enough to talk.
“I want you so bad.” I shove him onto his back and grab the lotion. Squirting some onto my fingers and smearing some onto his entrance as well, I drape his calves over my shoulders where I sit for better access. “Please.” He whines.
“Shhh, Button. I’m going to fuck you—I promise.” I rub my middle finger along his already played-with hole before slowly sinking into him.
Gripping the leg I claimed with the other hand I watch him as his back arches and he says my name.
Well—he says my name, but it actually sounds like the dirtiest moan I’ve ever heard come from anyone’s mouth.
His fingers move over his stomach—up to his nipples, sliding the bars one way then the other—then pinching them.
The last time I had him like this he only had his nipples to pinch. I rub my dick against his leg as I watch him—starting to fuck him with my finger.
“Ahh—yeah so good… Mhm, more please.” He’s asking me, hands still on his nipples, his cock untouched and creating a puddle.
“Good boy—so polite. I’ll give you more.” He fucking purrs. Straight vibrates against me as one of those sun smiles takes over his face. I slowly sink my index finger in alongside my middle.
I watch as his hole adjusts. It seems faster this time—but I assume it’s the tongue-fucking and how worked up he is.
I begin to move my fingers and when I hit his sweet little spot, I take note and I don’t touch it again.
I’m fucking in and out of him—scissoring him occasionally—completely entranced when he yells.
“Please! More! God—please!” Well—he said please. My ring finger makes it a trio, and I am in awe of the human body, watching as his hole swallows all three of them. “Fuck!”
“Yeah—so good? You’re so fucking hot. My little button wrapped around your throat. Your collar. Huh, kitten? Did you like having me claim you? Flaunting it? Fuck—you’re so damn tight.”
“Yes—yes. I wanted them to know—to see. I wanted you to see, for it to get to you, make you crazy.” His eyes are wild, blurting it out like it’s turning him on more to confess this to me too.
“You’re such a little demon, Benjamin. I was so hard under that table.
I was dying to have you like this. Crying, begging, clenching around me like a desperate slut.
” He moans loud and long—head thrown back.
“You want me to own you? To claim you?” Benjamin nods frantically—making various small whines and whimpers as I pump in and out of him—faster and faster.
“Yes, yes.” He’s staring at me so intensely—so overwhelmingly.
“Then I will.” I pull my fingers out of him, grabbing the lotion and coating my dick and his entrance again just to be safe. Grabbing his hips I pull him to me—his thighs falling to rest on top of mine, his upper back still on the bed.
My cock is a lot bigger than three fingers and suddenly I’m nervous I’m going to hurt him. That I’ll pound into him too hard—break him, trigger him.
“I’ll tell you.” Benjamin says, resting a hand on my wrist where I’m holding his hip. He can read me so fucking well.
I line my tip up with his entrance—preparing myself so I don’t come as soon as I put it in.
Leaning over him and bending his body over—I kiss Benjamin, forearm propping me up on one side—the other holding my dick in place.
At this angle it’ll sink in easier than just shoving forward, and he’ll be a little distracted with my tongue.
I pull his tongue into my mouth and when he starts to moan—I push down, feeling my head sink into the first ring of muscle. My vision darkens for a moment, using all my restraint not to come the more I sink. It’s so slow—such a slow entrance but I don’t want it to hurt.
I release his mouth—using my now-free hand to pinch and pull at the nipple I ignored earlier—playing with the little bar. Benjamin’s staring at me, eyes wide, brows furrowed.
“A-Aaron,”
“I know, baby.” I stroke his cheek—wiping tears and spit.
“It’s so much—” I sink in some more and he chokes for a moment. “So much more.” Ah—he’s never taken this big. I feel my dick pulse and apparently, he does too. “O-oh, Aaron…”
“What do you need? I’ll give you anything you want.” I kiss the length of his neck and sink the rest of the way into him, secretly loving every moment of his scream.
“I need….FUCK… I need you to move!” My head lifts to meet his gaze—a bit startled. Already? “Please,” he pleads. “Please fuck me.”
“Ahh, fuck. Anything you say, Benjamin. Anything you say forever.” I’m moaning and panting as I sit back, laying him flat. I pull out slowly, sliding back in until my hips hit his ass. God—he’s tight.
I’ve dreamt of this night for so long… the reality of it is just now hitting me—really sinking in. I pull out and thrust into him, relishing in the scream it earns me.
I grab his hips—slide out again, and with the force of my thrust and how fast I yank his hips to me—I slam into him as far as I possibly can go. Benjamin screams so loudly I think I might have hurt him.
“AARON—FUCK—OH, GOD FUCK. Right there, please don’t leave me, please don’t leave me.” He keeps saying it—sitting up on his elbows, staring at my hips where his are connected, brow furrowed. “Please don’t leave.” It’s a moan—a plea, a prayer.
I’m buried so fucking deep inside of him. I will never let him go. He can run all he wants but I’ll always be there. God—I’m so fucking deep inside of him. I press my hand down on the area of skin between his hips and I can feel myself there—can feel how deep inside of him I am.
Benjamin shoots up—hand snapping around the back of my neck, the other deep into my curls and pulling hard. I groan at the feeling—but I might be ignored as Benjamin comes. I press harder as he moans, eyes locked onto mine. I feel his hot come as it coats us both.
“You’re so deep in me. So deep, Aaron. Aaron—do you feel it? Baby—can you feel it?”
“Fuck, yes—yes, I feel it. We’re connected, Button. We can’t live without each other now.”
“AW, FUCK! Aaron please—please, please, please—I’ll do anything but please. I’ll pray—I’ll beg, I’ll worship more than I already do. But please.” I don’t know what he’s asking me for. But I’m trying so fucking hard not to come right now and he’s making it very hard.
He rips the bandage off my side, staring at the bite marks he left then looking back to me. I don’t think he feels too bad about them anymore—not as he traces them with his fingers—pulling a groan out of me.
“Oh, God—please—make me come.” My eyes shoot open at his plea.
“I just did.”
“Again—please. Again.” I have to be looking at him like he’s crazy. Covered in his own come—soft dick, manic eyes. He licks my lips and pushes his hips back as if he could possibly take any more dick.
“Ben—”
“Aaron.” His eyes are closed as if he’s keeping himself from an absolute freak-out.
“I’m fucking feral right now. I need you to fuck me again.
I need you to fuck me so hard we think you’re trying to impregnate me with your children.
” Saying that with my hard dick up his ass is pretty risky—I could have blown right there. I smile at him.
“Hope you’re ready to be a mommy, kitten.” I wrap an arm around his waist, pulling him onto my lap. The angle of my dick inside of him causes Benjamin to yell—pulling my hair like he’s fighting back.
I pick him up just a bit—tuck my hips in—then slam forward and pull him down.
“Feel that, Benjamin? Feel how you tremble and twitch around me? How your hole keeps sucking me in? You were right in the beginning. Your body was made for me. To accommodate me—to take me over and over.” Benjamin’s crying—clinging to me by my hair and around my neck as I slam him down onto my dick.
I can’t seem to stop—can’t seem to shut my mouth as I say,
“That’s why. That’s why he couldn’t fuck you like this—make you come like this.
Look at me.” He pulls back just enough to meet my eyes.
“I know you, Benjamin. All of you—inside and out. Mental and physical. I’m going to claim it all—make it all feel like mine when I come this deep inside of you.
You take me so well, baby.” He’s choking on moans, barely able to hold his eyes open.
He leans his forehead against mine, rubbing our noses together.
“Aaron,” He’s whispering. “Aaron, Aaron, Aaron, Aaron.” He won’t stop. My cock is swelling.
“I’m so close, baby.” He’s nodding—still whispering my name, his own now-hard cock rubbing between us. My balls are tightening; hands are squeezing his ass harder and harder as I slam into him.
“Show me.” Benjamin gasps, leaning back enough for us to see each other’s faces fully. “I want to see. I need it.” He’s looking into my eyes so fiercely, clasping his hands on either cheek. I might cry with him. “My little blue bird.” He whispers against me.
I come—fucking up into him as I moan—unable to bury my face in his neck as he holds me in front of him. But it’s not so bad. Not long into my orgasm, he comes again. So, we watch each other come undone—grinding and crying—covered in come and sweat.
“Aaron—please don’t hurt me.” He’s begging.
“Never. Never.” I love you.
“All things in my life must hurt me at least once.” It’s a whisper and we’re still grinding—still feeling the pleasure. I’m crying.
“Aww—fuck, Button. Aw, fuck.” He grips me tighter, grinding down on me, not letting me go. I’m so fucking sensitive now that I’m sure I’m soft. “Please, please—stop, baby—please.” He slows, pulling my head into his neck, breathing me in.
“It never goes away. Even now I want to get you hard and have you fuck me again.” I burst out laughing, giving his neck little kisses in between.
“Yeah—I won’t complain.”
When I pull back and look into his eyes, they look calm and satiated—so I kiss him again. I kiss him for a very long time. I love you. He doesn’t understand me.