Chapter Forty Eight #2
“Benjamin. Come—now.” It’s an order. I’m moaning his name as I come, shuddering and crying as hot semen lands all over the both of us.
Aaron is looking at me like a power-hungry god—like a man who just got his first taste of absolute control.
This orgasm is intense, the longer he watches me like this the longer I can feel it coursing through me and his fingers are rubbing right where I need them. Relentlessly.
“Ahhh—hngh. Oh, God.” I’m sobbing—staring up at him in desperation.
“Yes. Yes. Fuck. You even come on my command. You’re perfect.
So fucking perfect. My husband—my whole life.
” He removes his fingers and I fall back onto the bed, letting those words settle into my chest. My whole life.
Every inch of my skin is on fire, incredibly sensitive and begging for his touch.
I’ve come twice now and I’m already becoming overwhelmed—I think I might die before our honeymoon.
Aaron leans over me, grabs my face and spits into my already open mouth.
He takes a nipple bar into his mouth and uses his tongue to rotate it as far as it can comfortably go before he flicks it, sucks it into his mouth again.
All I can do is whine—do my best to keep his spit right on my tongue where I know he wants it.
I have no idea what he’ll do, or not do, if I swallow without permission.
His hands run up my sides as he gives the same abuse to my other nipple before biting at my waist.
I watch in anticipation as Aaron moves back up my body.
He searches my eyes, takes in my expression.
Parted lips—extended tongue—tear-soaked, flushed cheeks.
I feel his middle finger as it sits on my tongue—gliding back until it hits the back of my throat.
I gag but I don’t falter—I don’t swallow.
Aaron grinds on me in what seems to be instinct.
“Such a good boy.” His finger pushes back further, sliding as far back into my throat as it’ll reach and my eyes water to the point of barely being able to see him. “Swallow.”
When I close my mouth and swallow his spit—choking on his finger still down my throat—Aaron bucks up against me roughly, moaning loudly as he starts to fuck my mouth with it.
I blink away tears, and when I can finally see him clearly again, I’m looking up at Aaron to find him now fucking into his own fist in time with each thrust of his finger—brows furrowed.
I grab his wrist, pull his finger away.
“Aaron—” my voice is hoarse and I’m coughing a bit as I try to speak. “My mouth.”
“What, baby? Does it hurt?” Aaron stops his stroking, grabbing my face as he leans down to inspect my lips. He’s suddenly very serious—very concerned.
“No—I want it in my mouth.”
There’s a moment of silence where Aaron just stares at me—trying to process my request. Slowly, his hands fall away from my face and he leans back up.
“My dick? You want me to fuck your face?” I can feel the blush spreading over my cheeks and down my neck. I always feel a little embarrassed outright asking for it. But I want it. I want it badly.
“Yes, please.” Aaron shoves me down onto the bed and rests his knees on either side of my face.
I have zero warning before he grabs the back of my head and shoves his cock down my throat.
No buildup—no room to breathe. The sheer size of him is enough on its own to overwhelm me, but adding on how fast and how hard he fucks into my mouth and I can’t even think.
“Wanna choke on it?” I blink one dramatic blink—earning myself a loud groan as Aaron shoves down my throat and holds me there.
“Touch yourself.” He tells me—so I remove a hand from his thighs and begin to stroke myself until I’m completely hard again.
I’m so fucking sensitive and I can barely focus on speed or pressure with Aaron fucking into me and choking me the way I like it.
But watching his face—seeing that raw desire to dominate and control me—every gasp of his pleasure and stutter of his hips.
Fuck. I’m already painfully close again.
His hand tightens in the hair on the back of my head and he gasps. “Fuck, fuck. Faster, kitten. Ugh—I want you to come while I’m fucking your mouth. I want to see how much you love it. I want—”
I’m moaning around him. I can feel my eyes cross as I lose any ability to focus. My hips lift off the bed with every stroke as I work myself through an impossible, raw fucking orgasm. Aaron shoves down my throat once more, holding himself there while I milk myself.
“Oh—good job. So good, so fucking good, Benjamin.” I love his praise, his voice, his taste.
He pulls out of my mouth and I cough loudly, gasping for breath through each new sob and trying to regain my sanity after the third orgasm of the night.
Aaron moves down to sit between my legs again—lapping up the little bit of come I managed to produce this time and biting at the skin there.
“I have to fuck you now. I need you.” He groans into my stomach.
“Please—” I’m begging him again; I sound so broken, so desperate. “God—please.”
Aaron grabs my hips and lifts them just enough to line me up with his tip.
Then—in one fast thrust he’s fully seated deep inside of me.
I think I might scream, but I’m not too sure.
I’m losing my sense of surroundings with each sensation.
He’s filling me up—no part of me is left untouched.
I can feel him everywhere, so fucking deep.
“You feel so tight—even after coming so much.” Aaron’s grabbing my hips and slamming them down on himself—grunting and borderline glaring down at me under the weight of his desire.
“I want to rip you apart. I have so much love for you; I want you so badly that every part of me is screaming to tear you to shreds right here.”
“Hngh, fuck.” I sound far away. I wonder if he hears me. “Yours.”
“Mine?”
“To break.” I gasp as his head glides over that spot inside of me. “Ah—I’m yours to break.”
“Ughh, baby.” Aaron pounds into me harder—a hand shooting out to grab my face so he can lean down and spit into my mouth again. “Swallow it.”
I can feel him in every cell. I can feel every single molecule of my being that he’s touching, that he’s breaking down and rebuilding. This new pleasure, this new orgasm that’s building—it will kill me.
“Aaron—” I sit up, grabbing him by the back of the neck. “I—I feel weird. I think I’ll die if I come again.” Aaron rolls his hips, bringing his hands up to wipe my tears as they fall.
“You’re going to come again and it’s going to be so good—so intense. I’m going to feel it as you squeeze me. This is how I’ll save you—this is what your God is gifting you.”
“Hnnngh, Aaron.” I whine—allowing him to push me back down—pounding into me relentlessly.
It’s building higher and higher. This vibration, this electricity building in me is so hot, so good it’s painful.
I focus on his grunts—his hands as they grip me—his hips as they slam into my ass over and over again.
The feeling of his dick fucking so deep into me—fucking that spot mercilessly—is intoxicating.
“I can feel it. You’re close.” He sounds close himself. He’s gasping for breath as if he’s doing everything in his power not to fill me up right this second. I can feel him pulsing inside of me. Aaron grabs my hand—lays it over the skin between my hips and presses down. Hard.
I can feel his dick as it moves inside of me.
The pressure on my prostate increases tremendously and the edges of my vision blackens.
I know I’m screaming but I can’t hear it.
I’m coming again—squirting all over both of us and the bed.
I can see Aaron and he’s moaning—absolutely entranced by the sight of me—but I can’t hear him.
My body arches off the bed and tenses. Muscles lock. I’ve been coming for so long now. It will never end—it’ll never fucking end. I knew this one would kill me. I’ll die here.
I feel a sense of panic and overwhelming pleasure. I feel Aaron is coming when he shoots inside of me—hot and full—can feel his needy hands as they grab at me.
My eyes are on the ceiling, and I can’t seem to look anywhere else.
I’m still fucking coming. What number is this?
Four? Five? I didn’t know it was possible in such a short amount of time.
Squirting always feels amazing—so fucking good.
But this, this is different. This is my entire soul leaving my body. I’m empty now. I’m dying.
“Benjamin!” I can hear myself gasping for breath and it’s as if my ears pop—sound returning to me. I can feel Aaron’s hands running up my spine, can feel his lips on my stomach. “You’re done, baby.”
“No, no, no—I’m still ahh—I’m still coming!” I’m sobbing and I can’t seem to get my body to move—to unclench. I’ve been here before, just once. He’ll fix it. He always does.
“Mmm—no, you just feel so good you think you are. Remember? I said I’d force you to stop.
It’s time.” He’s so calm—so gentle as he glides his fingers over me—kisses my skin.
Aaron brings his face to mine, and those eyes, the same eyes that have borne down into me for years and years—they control me.
They command, sit inside of me and hold the strings.
I would do anything he asked of me. Even if I didn’t know how.
“You’re my good boy—you’ll listen. You’re done coming. Relax.”
Slowly—my muscles untense as those eyes search mine and I collapse onto the bed. I’m shaking like a leaf, and my body doesn’t feel like my own.
“That was so much.” I cry and Aaron pulls me into his lap—shoves my face into his neck.
“Did you feel good? Are you happy?” As if it was ever a question.
“Yes. I’m so happy.”
I’m defenseless as he carries me to the tub.
No strength—no desire to use a single muscle.
I’m scared they’ll immediately lock up again if I do and I’m so fucking tired.
Aaron keeps me in his arms as he starts the bath, sitting on the edge as it fills beneath us.
He looks at me in the meantime, resting a hand on my cheek as he studies my face.
“Benjamin.” He says—so softly—like its scripture.
“Aaron.” I counter, my voice shot to hell and barely audible. He shudders under me.
“Benjamin Archer.” Aaron looks hungry, like he didn’t just destroy my body over and over—like he’ll never get enough. Like he loves me. “I finally have you.”
“You’ve always had me.” He scoffs, shaking his head as he lets a hand swirl in the rising water.
“You were mine, but I didn’t have you.” I flinch—avoiding his eyes and replaying the night of his graduation.
Replaying waking up by the pool—pressed against Drew all sweaty and shirtless with Aaron staring brokenly at the ground a few feet away.
Every snide comment—every time he saw me walk out the door.
“I didn’t think—”
“I know.” He rubs a hand up my back gently.
“But the fact remains. All those years—all of that time watching him touch you—having you look at me with those eyes and then walk away. I was in a hell of my own making. But now, now I finally have you. All of those years, all of this pain. I would do it over and over just to be here with you again. You are mine now. An Archer—my husband. I’m so fucking happy I jumped off that bridge. ”
I throw my arms around his neck, not caring about my muscles aching anymore. I hold him tightly—I hold him as if I’m afraid he’ll slip away, and maybe I am. I’m so scared of this happiness being taken from me. Being ripped out of my hands after all of this time we’ve spent circling each other.
The bath is ready and Aaron sits in the water—sitting me in front of him to rest my back to his chest. When he wraps me up in his arms there is so much safety—so much warmth I feel like crying.
“I love you.” I tell him instead. “I’ve loved you for so long.” Aaron kisses my temple.
“In sickness and in health.” He jokes—running a soapy rag up my thighs, face shoved into my hair to breathe me in.
The endless cycle, the red thread of fate that ties two souls together. Divine intervention and destiny—it’s all made for us. For this moment—for our love. I would too, Aaron. I would do it again. Over and over.
Till death do us part.