Chapter Thirty Nine #3
“Fix it? But… I thought that was the point of a god.” I feel Aaron’s dick twitch inside of me as he stares—waiting.
“Isn’t the purpose of a god to watch over and take care of his followers—Aaron—right there.
It’s right there—aw fuck. I just… ahhhh…
hngh would you be my god if you weren’t consumed by me?
” Aaron leans his forehead against my chest—fucking up into me to match my pace as the angle of his dick shifts to slam right into my prostate.
“Fuck, Button. You’re right. You’re right. I’m—ahh baby—yes, yes. I’m so fucking consumed—a very possessive god. You’re so fucking tight I’m going to die. Bend your ass over, Benjamin.” He yanks me up and off of him—staring up at me like something in him has broken and he’s ready to run rabid.
“Oh, God.” I breathe—getting on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed.
“What, baby? What do you want?” I feel his head line up with my entrance, hands on my hips, then he slams right into me. “Fuckk.”
“AARON!” I cry, feeling him everywhere—so fucking deep inside of me—so overwhelming and nowhere near enough. “So good.”
Aaron’s hand reaches around to clamp around my throat—palm on my Adam’s apple. He stands to his full height, pulls me up with him, limiting my breath. I choke out a moan—choke on the air I’m trying to draw in. He’s slamming into me repeatedly.
“Your tiny little hole, swallowing up my fat cock. Baby—I want to bury myself so fucking deep inside of you, but nothing ever feels like enough.” God, his filthy mouth. I want to thank him for fucking me this good—for being here. For dying with me. I want to pray.
“God!” I choke out. “Thank you—I’m so devoted to you.” Aaron’s hips snap forward faster, harder, and he’s whining again. “You’re so good to me—so merciful. I love you so much.”
“Benjamin—” He moans, hand moving from my neck to hook his pointer and his middle fingers into my mouth instead—using that to pull my ass back against him. “You sound so good, so filthy when you’re praying to me. Tell me—tell me how much you love me fucking you—how much you need it. Need me.”
Speaking around his fingers is hard and everything sounds awkward and jumbled, but I manage to respond.
“Ugh… Ahh—Aaron—I love how you fuck me. I love it so much I could die. My whole life—oh fuck right there—yes, yes… My whole life I’ve never had anyone else touch me like this.
” Aaron groans, slamming straight through me at this point.
“I need you, my beautiful God. I need you more than anything else. Ahhh—I need your dick in me. It’s the only way to feel full. ”
“Fuck yes. You need me—need this dick in you—in this bruised little ass. Who else will make you come without touching your dick or your hole?” I cry out as he drags along my prostate again. “Fuck—I love you so fucking much. Do you feel me? Do you feel how far I’m pounding into you?”
He’s fucking delirious. He won’t stop talking, won’t stop slamming into me, won’t take this fishhook out of my mouth. I can feel my spit all over my chin and neck. His hand too.
“I feel you, Aaron. I feel you everywhere.” He puts a foot up on the bed next to my knee and manages to thrust into me even harder. “Aaron—fuck, fuck—please stay right there. You’re right there. Let me come—please.” I’m begging him around his fingers.
“You took your punishments so well—like a really good boy. You can come, Benjamin. Go ahead.” He slams into me two more times and I’m coming all over our bed—moaning around his hook in my mouth—spit everywhere, eyes rolled back.
It’s an intense orgasm—but I imagined the first time we fucked once he woke up would be.
“Ahh—baby you look so good like this. You feel so good coming on my dick. I love how you keep coming for me. How you keep wanting it—wanting me. Such a fucking slut for me.” I’m whining to him now. Half because yes—yes, I fucking am. And half because I’m so fucking sensitive.
He’s pounding into me still, panting and whining in between each dirty little thing he spews.
“Flip for me.” He pulls out and I collapse—letting him turn me over and ignoring the sting when my ass drags on the blanket.
When he sees my face he groans, deep and low.
“That fucking face. So fucking good, Button. Can you keep going? Do you want to take a break?” I shake my head, wrapping my ankles around to the back of his thighs.
“Come in me, Aaron. Do I need to get on my knees and pray for it?” My voice is so raw, so broken. Aaron takes a moment—takes a deep breath, then looks back down at me.
“Spread your legs.” Aaron settles between them, scooting me up the bed so he can sit down, resting my thighs over his. Then—he shoves right back into me.
“FUCK!” My body arches—tears starting to flow again. “Oh, God.”
“I hear you—I hear you.” Aaron coos, then he reaches over me and grabs my throat—pinning me down onto the mattress.
He squeezes the sides where I can still get air, but I also get the feeling of him choking the shit out of me.
His other hand is still holding my hip—thrusting forward over and over—grunting and looking down at me with such an intense look of obsession.
Infatuation. Possession. I hope it stays this way forever.
“Baby—I’m gonna come.” Aaron says suddenly, rushed and loud as he watches his hand around my throat. He whines—hips punching forward harder and harder—faster and faster.
“Come in me, Aaron.” I manage to spit out with my limited air.
“Oh—fuck. Oh fuck, Button. God, I love you. I love you. Ahhh fuck! I-I I’m ughhh.
” Aaron’s groan is deep in his chest—pulling him away from whatever planet we’re on.
His eyes unfocus as I feel his come start shooting deep inside of me.
Hips still pumping, he’s staring at the hand on my throat, clearly not present.
“Uhh—ahh fuck this feels so good—you’re mine. All mine.”
And then—the highest-pitched whine I’ve ever heard leave his body sounds through the room.
“Nghhhhh.” His head droops—chin landing on his chest. His body shaking, his hand begins to loosen around my throat. I take a deep breath and keep watching him. He seems… like he got his soul taken from him.
“Aaron—did that feel really good?” I ask him and he gives me a small nod.
“Yeah.” His voice is a whisper. I don’t think he’s ever come this hard before. Or maybe—not while this deep in love.
“Come here. Let me hold you.” I reach for him—letting him tip forward—lowering himself down on top of me. “Thank you.” I tell him again. “It was really good.” In response, he kisses my neck. “I’m so happy you’ve finally came home to me. I was losing it here without you.”
“I wouldn’t leave you. I was just having a very nice dream.” Aaron says, his voice still small and hushed.
“The one about me?” He nods against me. “What was I doing?” Aaron takes a moment to respond.
“Falling to your death.” My breath catches.
“It was a moment frozen—right after I’d jumped, looking at you looking at me.
And I thought we were given this moment to really see each other before we died.
The never-ending moment. So, I stayed suspended there with you—watching you, deciding how I would find you again when the world resumed and we died. ”
I’m shuddering—crying. He spent five months there? In that horrible place?
“Why are you crying?” Aaron lifts his head to look at me.
“It was a good dream. I thought I was given a gift. I wasn’t scared.
” He brushes the fresh tears off of my cheeks and frowns.
“Aw, baby. You looked so beautiful too. Even then, when we were about to die, you were so beautiful. Still reaching for me—always reaching for me—even in death.” I throw my arms around his neck and pull him into me.
“I’m so sorry I tried to go. I love you so much. I love you so fucking much.”
“I know, Button.” He rubs my side. “I know. How are you feeling with uh—that stuff?” He’s talking about the assault and all those other perfectly awful things.
“It’s hard and I still have night terrors. But I’ve gotten better. Dr. Howard says that every day I’m better than the day before.” Aaron kisses the side of my head—my ear, my cheek.
“Of course you are. Of course you are.”
With Aaron still buried deep inside of me, we fall asleep.
In my dream I see us there, suspended in that forever moment, and I think of how sad it is that in some reality—that moment ended and turned into nothing.
Maybe this reality is them too—maybe we are their next life.
And if so—hello again. You’re still so beautiful.
I love you, my little blue bird.
It’s so nice to have found you again.
The day after Aaron wakes from his coma:
New Messages: Cult Cuties
Fe
guess who lives
Amber
HE’S AWAKE?
Amber
im coming over
Angie
stfu really?
Fe
yup—and super annoying already
Fe
wah wah wheres bear wah wah
Josh
sounds about right—i’d want to look at him first too
Top 3
off rip—huh josh?
Darian
AARON!!!!!!!
Kade
happy u woke up and didn’t die
Alex
harsh man—but same. congrats on living!
Kayla
fe you do not sound like a very supportive baby brother rn
Fe
and you don’t sound like a very supportive fiancée.
Jenna
oof—he got u
Cammie
kayla don’t take his shit girl
Bear
must run in the family. 1st thing aaron says when he wakes up?he likes fe more than me. like ?????? anyways josh wyd
Darian
oh no. everyone cover your ears mommy and daddy are about to fight
Josh
nm—wbu?
Josh
what are you wearing rn?
Darian
JOSH NO
Top 3
benjamin.
Bear
what
Top 3
come home
Bear
im still getting groceries ??
Top 3
come home. now.
Bear
ugh
Cammie
he’s actually leaving ?? wtf
Bear
if you don’t hear from me by morning come look for my body
Bear
preferably you josh
Darian
oh my god
Top 3
ha
Bear
im fucked
Bear
i hope
ten minutes later
Kade
aaron never even said hi to us????