Chapter 12 Aaron #2
I go still and stare at him, silently begging him to decide for me.
Continue kissing me, strip the rest of my clothes from my body, torment me with caresses, I don’t care.
I just don’t want to say anything out loud and risk sounding like I lack the sexual imagination to keep him interested.
But, Nick doesn’t let me get away with not choosing.
“I won’t do anything until you tell me what you want,” he says, and I groan in frustration. “What’s wrong?” he asks, but I shake my head. “Aaron?” There’s true concern in his voice now. “Have I crossed a line? Do you want me to stop?”
Fuck. My insecurities are going to ruin everything. “No,” I finally manage.
“Then what?” His gaze searches my face, and I see the moment he understands. He cups my face in his hand, his thumb gently moving back and forth over my cheek. “You want me to take control, is that it?”
I nod, relieved.
“No,” he says. “Maybe once we know each other better, when I know where your boundaries are, but not tonight. This is too new, and I don’t want to risk doing something you don’t like or want.
” He leans down to kiss me. “You won’t disappoint me, I promise,” he whispers against my mouth, then kisses me again.
“Now tell me what you want.” He presses his thigh against my cock, and I groan.
“To be naked with you,” I say.
He kisses me again. “Okay.”
Without further ado, he undoes the button on my waistband and lowers the zipper. Then he scoots off the bed, grabs hold of my pant legs and pulls them from my body.
“Done,” he says as he tosses them to the side and moves to return to the bed.
“But what about you?” I ask.
Pausing with one knee on the bed, he smirks at me. “You said you wanted to be naked with me, and now you are.”
I prop myself up on my elbows. “I’m still wearing my briefs, and you’re still in your pants.”
Nick nods. “That’s true. I didn’t finish the job, did I?” He leans over me and hooks his fingers into the elastic that still encircles my waist. “May I?”
“Only if you’re going to get naked, too,” I say.
“Deal.”
Nick makes short work of removing the last article of clothing from my body, then peels his own pants and briefs off. I can finally see the cock that has been teasing me all night, and I am not disappointed.
“I want that in my mouth,” I say, nodding at it.
“All you had to do was ask,” Nick says.
He kneels on the bed and crawls toward me as I push myself back against the pillows. Stradling my legs, he keeps moving up my body until his thighs bracket my chest and his cock is just out of reach of my mouth. A bead of precum glistens on the tip, and I lift my head so I can get my first taste.
I hum as the sharpness touches my tongue and lift my gaze, staring into Nick’s eyes as I open my mouth and take him inside.
Nick’s eyelids close, and he takes a deep breath, a sigh escaping from between his lips that turns into a guttural moan as I slide my lips down his shaft, my tongue teasing and caressing his length as I descend.
“Fuck, Aaron,” he says as he exhales.
His hips rock forward gently, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth, and God, I love how perfect he is.
I love that he’s careful. I love that he hasn’t immediately jammed himself as deep as he can get.
I love that he’s letting me take my time to explore the feel of him in my mouth, to find my own pleasure in the act.
With my gaze still fixed on his, I ease off then take him deep.
My tongue swirls around his hard cock, finding ridges and veins to trace and tease.
This time, when I pull back, I leave the soft tip resting against my lips, teasing at his slit with my tongue.
There’s more precum, and I lap it up before taking him all the way to the back of my throat in one movement.
Nick hisses, but his hips rock forward as he begins to thrust lightly between my lips.
I pause and let him control the slide and force, encouraging him to go harder with my moans.
I’m not usually a fan of having my face fucked, but with Nick, I want it.
I want him to use me, to find his own pleasure and let me find my own in the act.
With a groan, Nick moves away, but I don’t have time to feel bereft before he’s laying his body on top of me, his mouth finding mine, humming as he tastes himself on my tongue.
Our hips move together, cocks brushing, and the friction is exquisite.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Nick thrusts harder against me, and I arch my back to meet him.
I wrap my legs around his, wanting to keep him close, to keep us connected, and lower my hand to take hold of both our cocks.
We’re both breathing hard but unwilling to stop kissing. It’s sloppy and uncoordinated, spit runs down my chin, but I don’t care. My entire body is alive, and I’m flying. Sex has never felt like this with anyone else, and before I’m ready for it to be over, I’m on the edge.
“Shit, Nick,” I breathe against his lips. “I’m close.”
“So, am I.”
His hips jut forward, and I close my hand tighter around our cocks.
He does it again, thrusting hard against mine, and then again.
My whole body lights up, and I suddenly can’t take the feel of his tongue in my mouth.
It’s too much. I pitch my head back, throat exposed, and Nick nips at the tender skin under my jaw.
The tiny bite of pain sends me over the edge, my orgasm hitting on a silent, open-mouthed scream that leaves me gasping for breath as it radiates through my body.
Nick follows me over, frantically thrusting into my cum-slicked fist until his body goes rigid.
I stare up at him, watching the flush that rises up his chest to his throat, the tension in his jaw, and the shudders that rack his body as his climax takes control.
He gasps, drags in a deep breath, and collapses on top of me.
I wrap him in my arms, place gentle kisses on his lips and cheeks, the sound of our harsh breaths echoing in my bedroom.
As our breathing returns to normal, I trace Nick’s face with my fingers, memorizing his features.
His eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, the outline of his lips, the line of his jaw, the intricate whorls of an ear, the sweat-dampened strands of hair at his temple.
I want to remember them all, to keep this moment indelible in my memory.
But, of course, the moment fades. Nick hasn’t moved off me, and I shift beneath him, worried that I’m taking too long to recover, anticipating his excuses for why he needs to leave, aware of the cooling cum growing sticky and uncomfortable between our bodies.
“Are you okay?” Nick asks, lifting his head so he can see my face.
I can’t look him in the eye. “Yeah.”
“Aaron.” His tone is quiet but firm, and I let my gaze drift to his. “Are you okay?”
Nodding, I feel tears well in the corners of my eyes and blink to try to clear them. Nick rolls to the side, then uses his fingers to gently wipe away the tears, which only makes more of them appear.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”
Instead of turning away, Nick wraps me in his arms, holding me as I fall apart. His hands trace circles on my back, and he makes quiet, comforting sounds until I calm.
With an embarrassed laugh, I pull away, sit up and wipe at the lingering moisture with the back of my hand.
Nick sits up as well, but he doesn’t move away from me.
Instead, he turns and straddles my lap, cupping my face between his palms to make me look at him again.
He gives me soft kisses until I sigh against his mouth as my emotions settle.
“That was mortifying,” I say.
Nick shakes his head. “That was honest.” He kisses me. “And brave.” Another kiss. “And strong.”
“I don’t feel brave or strong,” I say. “I just broke down in front of a guy I really like, who made me come harder than I ever have in my life. I want to feel attractive and sexy.”
With his fingers beneath my chin, he lifts my head and gives me another kiss.
Nick takes his time with this one. The soft press of his lips gives way to a tease of his tongue.
He presses his thumb lightly against the hinge of my jaw, and I open for him, but his exploration of my mouth is a slow, sensual glide of his tongue along mine, a sweet tango in which the goal is to find a mutual rhythm rather than dominance.
I love it. And I love how Nick seems to be giving this kiss his full attention.
When we part, Nick runs his fingers along my cheeks and smiles. “Did that convince you that I think you’re sexy and attractive?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
“Good. And for the record, I really like you, too.”
Wrapping my hands around his waist, we rock against each other for a bit. “Stay?” I ask him.
“I’d love to.”