Chapter Forty Five
Aaron
Toward the end of the week we have all of our things moved into our new house.
Our friends help in rotation, and we pay them generously in pizza and praise.
Our stuff fills up a good portion of the house, but Benjamin takes inventory of things we need that we didn’t have before.
Living in a house is a lot more work—apparently.
I’m lying in our living room watching some drama when Benjamin gets home. I hear the garage open and just like a puppy I pop up to sit—turning my head to stare at the door that leads to the garage. Benjamin walks in—looking up to see me and startling.
“Jesus! Can I help you?”
“You sure can.” I grin at him, watching as he sets down the cleaning supplies and laundry soap he went out to buy for our first night here.
“You’re basically wagging your tail over there.” He giggles, coming to stand behind the couch, running a hand through my hair.
“Want me to bark for you?” He hums—considering my offer.
“I thought cats were afraid of dogs?” My grin widens—slowly turning into one that probably makes me look like I’m hunting him down for dinner. I see the heat ignite in his eyes—hear his breath quicken.
“Exactly.” I sit up on my knees, face to face with him. “Are you scared, baby?” He swallows.
“No.” I tsk.
“Wrong answer. You better run.” He’s off—sprinting to our bedroom, most likely to lock me out. I catch up to him first, keeping the door open with sheer force as he pushes with all his might. “Give it up little kitten—I’m already inside.” Sure enough, I’ve slipped into the room.
Benjamin backs away from me until his knees hit our bed and when I walk toward him, he climbs up and backs away on top of that too. His back hits the wall as my knees hit the edge of the bed.
“What are you going to do to me?” He asks and I damn near shudder. I fucking love that line almost as much as he loves saying it.
“Something really good if you behave.” Benjamin nods, sitting down on the bed with his legs on either side of him.
He’s staring at me like I’m unreal—completely in control, the center of his world.
So willing to do any single thing I say.
He looks at me like I’m every bit the god he’s turned me into.
I stare at him a moment longer—at the way he trembles—clenches the comforter beneath him, his parted lips as they twitch slightly.
Then—I lift a hand and with my finger I tell him—come here.
He does. He crawls right to me, never taking his eyes from mine.
My dick’s getting harder and harder the longer he looks at me—the longer he listens.
“We need to christen the house. It’s our first night here.
” I tell him and he nods. “I want you to remember this for the rest of your life.” Benjamin’s cheeks flush at the sudden switch in mood.
The longer I stand here the more I remember this is his first night in his first home.
It has to be special. “This is a big moment.” Tears in his eyes—he nods again—biting away at his bottom lip.
I reach forward and pull it free—hearing his quiet little gasp.
I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head, pushing him back to lay on the bed.
Then, I kiss him. I kiss his neck and his collarbones—the length of his shoulders all the way to the tips of his fingers—giving extra care to the one with my ring on it.
I return to the top of his torso—kissing the soft skin of his chest—running my tongue over his bared nipples—flicking at them as he whines beneath me.
“I want to eat all of you, Benjamin. I’m going to kiss or lick or bite every inch of you.” He groans—tilting his head back as he grabs my hair. I continue to drop kisses down the expanse of his stomach—licking over his belly button—making him whimper. I pull off his pants, his briefs, his socks.
“Fuck, Aaron…” I say nothing—I bite at both of his hip bones—kissing the skin until I get to the center between them where I stop.
Gently—I run a finger over it—then my tongue.
I suck the area into my mouth, I bite him.
I stay here for a while. Benjamin watches me the whole time and I think he might be crying already.
I give him a reprieve and I move on—moving down to kiss around the base of his hard dick—watching as a bead of precum slides down the side.
I want to lick it—to taste it. So I do. I lick one flat strip up his shaft—collecting the bead and licking his head clean—dipping my tongue into the opening there for just a moment. Benjamin is pleading with me.
“God—more. Please, please. That felt so good.” And because I am generous—I suck him into my mouth—work my tongue around him as I bob up and down.
He’s got his hands in my hair, moaning like I’m sucking his soul out of him.
When I slide to the top, I abuse the head before sucking him back down.
“Teasing!” He complains—a fist coming down onto the comforter in outrage. My little brat.
“Woah—patience, kitten. Let me love on you. I want to touch you, to take my time. I want every moment of this so detailed in your memory you could give me a play-by-play in our 80s.” Benjamin just nods, dropping his head back onto the bed.
I continue on—licking and sucking away at my scar on his leg—kissing down the length of his legs bit by bit. Gently, I kiss the top of each foot.
I rise to my full height—stare down at him. He’s flushed, cheeks wet. Panting and staring up at me with those irresistible bedroom eyes.
“Flip.” I tell him and he does. I make my way down to his little dimples—sucking them over and over—licking into them like a fucking dog.
I’m so in love with every part of him. I move down to his ass, biting all over each cheek.
Benjamin is whining—shifting just slightly every couple of bites—chasing friction.
Once I’ve littered his ass with shallow bite marks, I spread him open—running my tongue in a flat strip over his hole.
“Oh—God. Oh fuck.” He cries, pushing his ass back toward me. I grip him tighter, rimming him like I’ll die if I don’t. After a minute I fuck my tongue into him—hearing his moan of pleasure—feeling his body shake. Mine, mine, mine.
I add a finger into where my tongue is and he whines so loudly—so needily that I groan with him, fucking with my tongue and finger even faster.
“Aaron—you feel so good. This feels so fucking good, baby. Aw, fuck. Yes—yes!” He’s screaming at me, arching more the longer I stay here.
I slide another finger in and he loses it—fucking himself back onto my face—my fingers.
I’m so content where I am I consider just letting him come like this so that I can stay here.
But alas—there is a goal to achieve. I add another finger.
At three fingers and my tongue, Benjamin, now on his hands and knees, drips onto the comforter below us, whining over and over, pushing back onto me and drooling from his parted lips. I don’t think he’s even aware of what’s around him anymore.
Gently—I pull out of him—one by one. He’s sobbing at the loss, begging me to put them back in.
“Roll over, Benjamin. If you roll, I’ll give it to you.
” I hear his breath catch as he flips over—staring up at me with those hooded, lust-blown eyes.
The ones that look at me like I have all of him—all of his pleasure in the palm of my hands.
And I do. Fuck—I’m so horny. I go to a small box in the corner that’s already been opened and pull out the lube.
I slick myself—not bothering with Benjamin.
He’s wet enough mixed between my spit and his precum as it slides between his legs.
“Aaron—” He mumbles, reaching out a hand for me. I lean over him, kissing the back of it like he’s royalty. “Are you going to make love to me?” My head drops to my chest as I moan, my body shivering. My cock begins to pulse.
“Yeah, baby—I’m going to make love to you.” He shudders, tears gathering in his eyes.
“Hurry.” It’s a small, desperate whine.
I slide a hand under his back, picking him up slightly to scoot him a bit up the bed. Then I sit between his legs—resting one thigh over mine, the other leg over my shoulder. He’s gasping for breath as he anticipates—waits.
I slowly sink into him, watching as he clenches the blanket—eyes watering—legs tensing.
His abs flex as he takes me—adapting to my size—my heat.
He stares at me the entire time, releasing little cries as I go.
When I bottom out his eyes roll back, a soft whine leaving his lips.
Now that I’m fully inside I take his leg from my shoulder and move it around my waist—holding onto his thigh as I lean over him.
“Benjamin.” He looks at me, hands flying up to hold my face.
“Aaron.” I’m slowly dragging out of him—slowly pushing back in. “Hgnnghh…” He groans.
“I know, baby. You’re so tight. I can feel you—everywhere inside of you.” I think I’m already losing my mind. The constant eye contact is driving me up a wall.
“Yes, Aaron please. Keep talking to me—please.” He begs and I feel my cock twitch. Benjamin does too as he whines.
“You want to hear me? My voice? That’s so hot, Button. Fuck—I love you so much. How you’re squeezing me—how you look under me. I love how you love me and how you need me—how my dick pulses at the sight of you. Getting to take care of you.”
He’s crying hard—eyes wide and frantic as I angle my hips up—and he yells—
“Fuck! Aaron—there! Right there! Please…” I drag my dick over his sweet spot again and he twitches—drool streaming down the side of his face onto the pillow under him.
I’m watching him come undone on my dick, feeling this overwhelming affection—possession—obsession.
I lay down on top of him—wrapping an arm under his waist and the other to rest my hand behind his head. I fuck into him just where he wants it. Not too hard—not too fast. A steady medium as he cries onto my shoulder, shuddering against me. I can feel his leaking cock against my stomach.