Chapter Thirty Three #4
I scoot him up the bed and lay between his legs—enjoying the soft cries I get when I kiss his thighs—the scar I left there, the base of his dick.
But I don’t torture him for too long. I take him into my mouth, making him scream out my name, grabbing my hair and immediately bucking up into me.
I shove my hands up under his ass, encouraging him. Fuck it, baby.
Oh boy—he does.
Benjamin’s thrusting into my mouth like a madman—feet planted on the bed and head thrown back. His hands tighten in my curls, and I keep choking, my tears and spit dripping all over him.
“Ahh, fuck—fuck Aaron. I love you. I’ll kill you.
If you leave me—I’ll… ahhhh I’ll kill you and whatever bitch you’re fucking.
” He’s fucking into me harder, sloppier.
Because of the edging—his jealous tantrum is coming to a close already, and I want it on my tongue so badly that I’m sucking harder and harder.
“Aaron! Fuck! I’m gonna come. Baby—I’m gonna come. Oh God—oh God, oh God.”
I feel his cum shoot down my throat, so I drag him to my tongue—letting his taste explode in my mouth. So fucking good. I’m moaning with him—rubbing myself against the bed.
“Fuck me now—please—will you fuck me now?” I pull off of him, leaving some of his come on my tongue.
He looks wrecked—still so needy—so impatient.
I fold him in half by his thighs and let the come and my spit stream out of my mouth and over his hole.
He’s groaning, grabbing at my hands, trying to touch me.
I lay his thighs over mine and using his come as lube—sliding my middle finger into him.
“Yes, yes Aaron.”
“That feel good, Button? Want me to fuck you with it?” He’s nodding furiously and I start pumping my finger into him—over and over. Watching him come undone like this will be just as beautiful, just as sexy every time I see it. He grabs my bicep, squeezing.
“Another.” He demands.
“What was that?” Such a brat. I love putting him in his place.
“Please. Please can I have another?” He whines, eyes locking with mine, a look of longing and desperation in his gaze.
“Good boy—yes you can.” I lean over to the bedside for the lube and squeeze some onto his hole and the finger that’s already pumping into him—then I add my index finger.
“Ah, fuck. Aaron—you’re so fucking good. So good.” I’m going crazy. I add a third finger. “FUCK—yes, yes, baby—I want you, please—God—please let me have it.” Alright, that’s it—he got me.
I slick myself up and pull him closer to me by his hips, resting him on me. I line my head up with his entrance. He’s not fully stretched out for me—but I think he likes a bit of the pain.
“You ready?”
“Yes!”
I push into him, not stopping until I’ve bottomed out, fully seated inside of him. Staring down at him now—as he cries and arches, covered in sweat, impaled by my cock—he looks so insanely sexy. So insanely mine, I’m rabid.
“Benjamin—” he looks up at me, grinding down on me when I don’t move. “Move in with me.”
“What?!” I pull out and slam into him. He grunts, throwing his head back onto the bed.
“Move in. I think Kayla is moving in with Fe soon anyway. Come to me. Let’s have a home.”
“Ahhh, ahh—Aaron please—I think I’ll come.” I slam into him again and again, his dick hardening right in front of me. He’s clawing at my hands then gripping my wrists.
“I’m so fucking in love with you, baby. I—ahh fuck—I want you here. I want to fuck you like this every night. You’re already mine, anyway. I own you. Come home.”
“Aaron, fuck—okay, okay. I will. God, thank you—you feel so good—look!” He pulls one of my hands to place it over that spot between his hips and sure enough—with how he’s got his thighs propped up on mine—I can feel myself.
I can feel the head of my dick moving inside of him, can see the outline when I press on the skin.
“Oh, yes, yes—all mine. Fuck, Benjamin. I wish you could feel this—how much I want you even when I’m already inside of you.” Benjamin’s rolling his hips in time with every harsh, quick thrust.
“Can I come? Aaron—please can I come?”
“Go ahead, baby. Feel so good. Come on me.” He yells, moaning my name and arching up into the air as he comes—grinding down on me as I continue.
I talk him through it. “That feel so good, kitten? Mhm—good boy. You look so beautiful wrapped around my cock, coming all over yourself. So fucking perfect.” He’s gasping and crying as I pound into him.
“I still… still feel—ahhhh.” His eyes roll back, grinding down hard, shaking. I swear he doesn’t breathe for a moment. All of it is too much—I can’t last.
Grabbing his hips, I fuck into him hard. As hard as I possibly can. He’s whining with every thrust—spurring me on, driving that predatorial side of me crazy.
“Fuck—baby—I’m going to fill your ass up.
I’m so deep inside of you, touching every part of you.
All mine, baby—you’re all mine. I think I’m going crazy.
Hnghh—I think loving you makes me crazy.
Aw fuck—I’m gonna come.” I’m rambling to him, watching my dick disappear into him, watching his face as he gasps and screams—watching his body twitch.
“Aaron—I think I’m… It feels like I’m still fucking coming.” That sends me right over the edge.
“Benjamin—aw fuck… Ughhh…” I keep hold of his hips—keep myself buried as deep as possible as my hot release fills him up.
Even when I’ve stopped Benjamin is still grinding, crying and begging.
In the world’s most unrealistic turn of sex events his dick has gotten hard again.
I grab it and he jumps up to his elbows—staring at me with tears in his eyes.
“It’s too much, Aaron. I might die.”
“Want me to stop?” He shakes his head. So, I let him fuck himself down onto my dick that’s softening by the second and grip him tightly—jerking him off in a fast pace.
I kiss his thigh, never taking my eyes off of him.
He’s staring at my hand—so much confusion and pleasure and overstimulation spread out over his features.
“Aaron—I’m so close… I don’t know what will happen… ahhhh—I feel so weird.” He’s sobbing, fucking himself down harder and harder, fighting himself to fuck his dick up into my hand as well.
“It’s okay, kitten—you’re safe, you’re okay. I got you. Let it feel so good. It’s my hand baby—let it feel so fucking good.”
That’s all Benjamin needs. His head throws back—stomach flexing, biceps shaking as they hold him up. His hips never stop moving but now each roll is twitchy and sensitive.
But the best part—the part that I will engrave into my brain to replay for the rest of my life—is when his dick bobs for a moment and then he squirts all over himself.
It’s everywhere. His stomach, chest, legs, my stomach, the bed.
He’s completely silent—a silent scream at first, head still thrown back.
Then after a few seconds he lifts his gaze to meet mine—sucks in a loud, harsh breath of air and screams—
“Oh God—no, no, no—I can’t ahhhh, fuck, so good—no more. Please Aaron—more. Ahhh, God.” He looks at me with so much desperate need—so much pure, uncapped desire and fear—that my dick starts swelling inside of him. And then he flops down, completely still.
“Button?” Slowly, he rolls his head to stare up at me and gives me one slow blink.
I’m grinning down at him—kissing his thighs, careful not to move my half-hard cock inside of him.
“That was so fucking hot. I’ll be striving for that every night just so you know.
” Benjamin groans, rolling his face away again.
Laughing, I pick him up. Still seated on my dick to keep the come inside—I walk us to the shower—listening to his little groans and whines as I move.
When I pull out of him and the entire time we wash—Benjamin stays in my arms—half awake and half aware. I’m reminded again of his trust in me. It makes me want to cry.
After getting us both dressed I tuck us into bed—holding him against my chest, feeling him wiggle his way into shoving his face into the crook of my neck where he takes a deep breath.
“Hey, baby—” Benjamin hums in acknowledgement. “I’m holding you to it.”
“What?” He mumbles, voice shot to hell.
“Moving in with me. You said you would. Circumstances be damned—you live here now. In this bed with me—in this apartment.” He’s silent and still for a moment. Then—he presses in closer—rests his lips against my neck.
“Kay.”