Chapter Twenty Eight #2
Faster than I can blink he has my hip—pulling me against him.
He leans down and whispers in my ear, “You’re going to lick every drop of this off of me Benjamin—and then you’re going to apologize.
” I can feel my dick swelling—my body shivering under his warm breath, the flick of his tongue on the shell of my ear.
He’s pulling me to the bathroom by my hand, and I can’t figure out how to deny him. I have to think fast—find the words and a reason. Find the fucking will.
Aaron opens the door to the men’s room, pushing me into a handicap stall before anyone can notice us. He’s glaring down at me and fuck—I’m turned on and terrified. So of course—I grin.
“Is that funny?” He asks, stepping toward me until my back hits a wall. He can’t do much to me here, we’re in public. Right?
“Kind of?” I sound like a child laughing at their parents while they’re getting scolded.
He’s so close to me now I can feel the heat coming from his body—can smell the Crown on his breath. He shoves his thumb into my mouth—hooking it between my teeth and lip. Forcing my mouth open, he waits. I know what he wants and I won’t just give it to him. I won’t make it easy.
“Benjamin—” he growls. “Show me.” I blink two slow, dramatic blinks at him.
It pisses him off. He grabs the back of my neck—pulling me toward him, and spits into my mouth.
I choke on a moan and his spit, sticking my tongue out to free that space in the back of my mouth where it was hiding.
I cough as I’m finally able to swallow, eyes watering.
He’s staring down at my piercing like he’s got about three seconds of self-restraint left. His thumb still has my jaw wrenched open so I can’t speak, so I place my hands on his wrist.
“That’s… Jesus, Benjamin.” He meets my eyes—his own blown with desire. “You like that? When I spit in your mouth?” I blink.
He licks my tongue—right over the piercing, holding me in a death grip between his thumb and the hand on my neck. I’m whining into his mouth like a whore. His touch feels like fire—so fucking hot. And I’m not afraid. I’m so alive.
“Fuck.” Aaron stares at my tongue for a while longer, so I bring my teeth to it, move it just a bit.
“Ahh, Button. That’s so hot.” I’ve missed it.
His praise, his voice. God—I need him. My hips buck up into his—pressing into him.
“Come home with me.” He says, licking my tongue again, and again, and again—before looking into my eyes for an answer.
I don’t have time to consider right and wrong or if this will fuck me up tomorrow. I’ve had shitty sex for months and I want him on me—in me. I blink. He groans loudly, removing his hands he turns to the door.
Before he unlatches it, Aaron turns to me, grabs my cheeks and squeezes—forcing my mouth open again.
I’m grasping his wrist, trying hard not to whimper at the look in his eyes, the force of his grip.
He pulls me forward and spits right into my mouth again—watching it gather where my cheeks are forced together, puddling around the ball on my tongue.
He presses a finger down onto it, pushing the ball down slightly.
I whimper, unable to hold it in anymore.
Aaron lets go of my face and I swallow—choking a bit with the speed in which it slides down my throat. He’s glaring like it’s my fault we aren’t at his apartment yet, watching as I use my thumb to wipe my bottom lip where I had drooled just a bit.
“Let’s go. Now.” He turns and walks out the door.
Aaron doesn’t give me time to reconsider once we enter his apartment. As soon as the door shuts behind us, he snatches me up and I’m wrapping my legs around his waist. He’s gripping my ass like he’ll fly away if he doesn’t use all of his strength.
He puts his mouth to mine and I fucking melt. It’ll always be like this. No matter where—how much time has passed or what’s happened—as soon as we come together like this it’s a fucking forest fire.
His tongue is assaulting my piercing—familiarizing himself with it because he can’t stand not knowing every square inch of me in startling detail.
I dig my hands into his hair, pulling him as close as I can, grinding myself onto him like a starving monkey.
We only come up for air when he throws me down onto his bed.
I bounce a bit, staring up at him as he takes his shirt off.
“Aaron,” I’m whining. “Come on.” He runs a hand over his chest and neck—glaring at me.
“Get over here, Benjamin. I think you still have a mess to clean up.” The cocktail. Aw, fuck. I’d forgotten.
“But—”
“Now.” I’m moving before I’ve even decided I want to—crawling to where he’s got a knee propped at the end of the bed. “You were such a fucking brat.” I shiver.
“Yeah.” He pulls my button-up off—looking over my chest where I sit in front of him.
“What did that guy say to you that had you blushing like a virgin?” He sounds pissed but I can see the outline of his hardening dick in his jeans. I think for a moment—trying to recall what he did say. It’s a bit hard when Aaron is in front of me like this and I feel like I’m going to explode.
“He asked me a question.” Is all I offer.
I want him to push me around some more—I want him angry.
Eyes narrowing, Aaron grabs my hair just enough to hold me in place; to let me know he’s in charge here.
“He asked me if I’d sound just as angelic when I’m screaming his name. ” He huffs out a small laugh.
“What did you say in response?”
“You interrupted me.”
“What would you have said?”
“Wanna come find out?” I’m grinning up at him—watching the jealousy, the rage unfold on his face, tightening his muscles so artfully.
“Yeah?” He tightens his grip on my hair.
“Uh-huh.” Aaron releases me and gives me the come-here motion with his finger. I stand up onto my knees in front of him—waiting for direction, waiting for his hands or his vicious tongue.
Nothing. He stares down at me—waiting.
Slowly—I lean forward, tongue darting out to lick over his pec. I can taste the alcohol I threw on him, the drag of his skin over the ball of my tongue piercing. I’m groaning so loud you’d think I’m coming in my pants.
I grab the back of Aaron’s neck, bringing my tongue to it, wanting to taste every inch of him. I stop caring if I can taste the cocktail or not—all I can focus on is him anyway.
Aaron is keeping his hands to himself while I attack him—letting me grab him and tug and kiss and suck whatever I can get my hands on. His hands are twitching at his sides.
I’m making my second pass over his nipples when he grabs me by my hair, causing me to yelp loudly. He drags my mouth to his.
An arm curls around my waist—pulling me flush against his chest, the other moves to pinching at the bars in my nipples. I’m moaning against him and if I could speak through his tongue in my mouth I’d beg him too.
Aaron’s hand comes down hard onto my ass—my hips bucking up into his, my head falling back as I yell.
“Fuck.” He grabs my face—making me look at him.
“Apologize.” I’m panting—staring into his eyes, watching the green freeze—colder and colder. He looks every bit the angry god he is. I lick my lips, he watches. “Apologize.”
“No.” I can feel the liquor in my veins. I can feel the desire inside of me. But most intoxicating is how not a single thing this man does or says to me will frighten me. I’ll be safe here, even if he’s mad. And fuck him—he deserves to be. More fun for me, anyway.
Aaron undoes my pants and shoves both them and my briefs down as far as they’ll go with how I’m kneeling and grabs the back of my head, shoving my face into his shoulder. Before I can react, his hand comes down onto my bare ass—harder than he’s ever spanked me before.
My vision goes in and out and I can feel the spurt of precum that dribbles out onto the bed under me.
“Ahhhh—uhhh.” I don’t yell—don’t scream. My toes curl. Aaron’s holding the back of my head, face still against his shoulder, holding my body upright—my arms dangling between us. He spanks me again. “Hsss—ahhhh yeah.” I don’t recognize my own voice—the calm, deep groaning.
“Benjamin. Apologize. You’re being such a fucking brat.” I’m breathing deeply, slowly. He’s rubbing circles on my ass. “Fine.”
His hand comes down again—this time the sound exploding through the room like thunder—like lightning cracked. I scream, biting into his shoulder, my eyes rolling back. If he doesn’t stop, I’m going to come just from him spanking me. God—I hope this bruises.
“Benj—”
“I’m sorry!” I’m crying and I don’t know when I started. “I’m sorry I-I threw my drink at you.” He’s rubbing my ass, rubbing a hand through my hair as he holds me in place.
“And?”
“A-and for letting that guy fuck me.”
“Almost letting him fuck you.”
“Yes! Yes—almost.” Aaron hums.
“See? Not so bad, was it?” I shake my head against his shoulder and as he grabs my cheek—pulling me back to hold my face, staring down at me—I’m loving every second of this.
“Aw, you’re crying so much. Are you done?
Are you done being a brat?” I nod and Aaron kisses my forehead. “Tell me.” I shudder.
“I’m done. I’m done being a brat.”
“Good boy, Benjamin. Good boy.” I’m groaning—trying to pull him against me, but he’s stronger. He pushes me down onto the center of his bed and pulls my pants off the rest of the way, throwing them on his floor. He takes my shoes and socks with them.
Aaron’s leaving the bed and I’m springing up—I don’t want him to leave me, not again.
“Wait!” He turns to me, pushing me back down.
“I need to go to that drawer right there—you’ll see me the whole time. Don’t move.” Swallowing, I nod. I watch him walk across the room and reach into a drawer. He comes back with a bottle of lube. Fuck. “Last chance to run screaming, Button.” He’s unbuttoning his pants.
“I want you.” Aaron groans—palming himself through his jeans, his other hand abandoning his zipper and snapping out to touch me. He pushes my thighs open and latches onto the scar he gave me. He drives me crazy with every little kiss—every little bite.
“It pisses me off so bad that you’re off sleeping around. You know that?” I nod because I knew it would. “Are you wearing that collar when they fuck you?” He asks, looking at the button around my neck. I nod again. “Filthy.” He spits—licking up my thigh, kissing around the base of my cock.
“I think of you.” I tell him—and he freezes. He doesn’t even look at me.
“What the fuck did you just say?” I can’t tell how he’s reacting, but I’ve always been uncomfortably honest. No reason to stop here.
“When they’re fucking me. If I want it to feel good, I think of you.” He leans back on his heels, pulling his hands off of me and laying them in his lap.
“Why… why would you say that?” Moving to sit up on my elbows, I watch him—curious and a little alarmed. I didn’t think he’d react this way.
“Because it’s true.”
“Ha.” He isn’t looking at me.
“Aaron?” He’s shaking his head. I’ve messed it up.
“No more, Benjamin—not tonight. Just go to bed, okay? I’ll go sleep on the couch.” I can feel my heart beating—I can feel my throat closing. Straight panic.
“No—” I whisper but he’s halfway across the room. “No!” Aaron jumps—turning around to stare at me. His eyes are wet, tears falling down his cheeks. A mirror of one another. “You’re always fucking leaving me.”
“Benja—”
“No! Come here.” After a moment, Aaron walks toward me and sits on the edge of the bed in his jeans—head bowed. “Why are you mad, Aaron? What did I do wrong?”
“Nothing—you did nothing. I just can’t.” He can’t? After bringing me all the way here? After all these years?
“Why not?”
“I’m not doing this.” Aaron stands, walking back toward the door again. I’m up before he can stop me.
“You always get to decide!” I punch him in the arm.
He lets me—stopping where he stands. “You get to decide when we do and when we don’t!
” A punch to the side. “You get to decide if we’re together or if I’m alone!
” A punch in the back. “I can’t fuck somebody else either—because that’s Aaron’s decision!
” I’m not sure where I’m punching anymore, but he’s facing me now, staring down at me while I scream and cry.
“You hate me when I don’t want you around and don’t want me when I need you.
What the fuck? Why won’t you leave me alone then?
Why are you the only one who doesn’t scare me?
!” I’m wailing on him now—punch after punch.
Eventually he grabs my wrists, wrestling with me until I’m pinned under him on the bed.
“Enough, Benjamin.”
“I hate you!”
“No, you don’t.” I spit—watching it hit his cheek, watching him close his eyes and take a deep breath.
“I hate you.” He pins my wrists on either side of my head, wiping his cheek on his shoulder.
“Even if you do hate me, Button—you love me more.”
The world around me stills. All the swirling and the static of the alcohol—the anger from Aaron trying to leave, the desire to fuck him—poof. All gone. Everything is gone. I’m nothing—there is nothing.