Chapter 3
Checking myself one more time in the mirror, I grab the door handle and get out of the car. I make my way up to the front door, and before I can grab the knob, the door is pulled open and I'm yanked in by my collar. Before I know it, my body is slammed against the wall, the door shutting behind us. Rough stubble grazes my cheek, while a deep whisper flows into my ear.
“I’ve missed you baby.”
Aaron takes my earlobe into his mouth, gently biting it before letting go.
I turn my head to face him, his lips barely grazing mine.
“I’ve missed you too, A.”
Aaron’s mouth attacks mine, his tongue fighting with mine for dominance. The whiskey on his tongue mixes with his woodsy scent and a bit of tobacco and the heat in my body rises.
I grab the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head. As soon as his shirt is out of the way, his lips are back on mine, my hands roaming everywhere.
Aaron’s mouth moves to my neck, and I shrug my leather jacket off, leaving it on the ground next to the door. Reaching back. I lock it. I don’t want any disruptions. Pushing Aaron back a bit, I shove off my shirt as he takes a step back and smirks.
He looks so much different from our senior year of high school. He’s put on more muscle, added more tattoos. His 6’2”
frame is covered in them, from the neck down, and it just does something to me.
His dirty blonde hair is in a mess on the top of his head, accentuating the piercing blue eyes staring at me. He used to be so shy and blush around me, he’s certainly outgrown that.
Kicking my boots off, I look around the place he calls home. It’s open, you can see the kitchen from the living room. A black leather couch sits in front of a sixty-three-inch flat screen tv, fireplace under it with. A black furred rug lies in the middle of the white walls.
It feels so lonely.
Almost like no matter how many times Aaron has tried to convince me he’s happy and settled, he hasn’t really made a home. There is nothing personal in this house. Outside the TV everything I see is a necessity.
I force my gaze back to Aaron, making my way toward him. Grabbing him at the back of the head, taking a fist full of hair, holding it tight, applying just enough pressure. I bury my face into the side of his neck, pushing my other hand down the front of his pants. My eyebrows raise in surprise to find my A not wearing any underwear. I bring my eyes back up to his to find him smirking at me, biting his bottom lip.
“I see someone’s ready,”
I whisper against his lips.
“You have no fucking idea baby.”
He groans when I fist his cock, slowly stroking his length until I can feel the pre-cum leaking down.
My mouth goes back to his neck, sucking, nibbling down while I walk him back toward the couch. As soon as he hits the back of the armrest, I spin us around, sitting my ass on the sofa.
Aaron pulls his joggers off and stands before me in all his naked glory, his tattooed body like a work of art created just for me. I lose my breath at the sight of him.
Bending down, he undoes my jeans, pulling them and my boxers off. I lift my hips then watch as he tosses my clothes across the room.
I see the moment his eyes take in my cock and the shocked expression lighting up his face. The sterling silver glints in the dim light of the room. His eyes zero in on my King’s Crown piercing, and I can’t control the smirk overcoming my face.
“See something you like, baby?”
I ask teasingly.
“When…when did you get this?”
Aaron's eyes meet mine.
“I’ve had it for a few months now. Why don’t you let Daddy show you how good it can feel?”
I grab his hand, yanking him toward me until he's straddling my lap, slowly grinding against me. My cock already stands at full attention, pre-cum forming at the tip, begging to be licked.
“How much did you miss me A?”
I ask roaming my hands around to his ass cheeks and squeezing, pressing his body into mine.
“So much, you have no idea,”
Aaron groans and his cock twitches when it rubs against mine.
“Prove it,”
I say, leaning back.
I look at my cock and then back at Aaron.
The look in his eyes tells me he knows exactly what to do. He moves to the floor between my legs. Taking my cock in his hand, he licks up the length then swirls his tongue over the head, licking off all the pre-cum, teasing the piercing he seems to be infatuated with.
I close my eyes and sigh in contentment, opening them back up in time to see Aaron spitting on my tip. His drool slides down the sides, giving him enough lube to stroke me at a nice pace.
His mouth moves down to my balls, taking one in, massaging it with his tongue, and I can’t contain the “fuck”
I let slip out.
“That feels so fucking good A.”
I moan at the feel of his hands and mouth working together.
He switches between my balls before licking his way back up, slowly taking me into his mouth. My cock jerks in as he takes me deeper.
“Come here,” I growl.
Grabbing Aaron by the back of the neck, I attack his mouth, pulling him back onto my lap, tasting myself on his tongue. I pull back, biting my lip, and he growls at the loss of our connection before I bring my forefinger and middle finger up pushing them into his mouth.
“Suck,”
I demand, and Aaron instantly starts sucking like the good boy he is.
“Get it real wet and sloppy.”
Sucking harder, he swirls his tongue all around and in between my fingers. I grab his hair again and Aaron lets out a moan around my fingers.
“Such a good boy,” I growl.
Using the fingers from his mouth, I reach behind him to his back entrance, slowly teasing it with one finger, massaging the outside, before slowly inserting it, teasing until I enter the second finger, fucking him with them both.
He starts to ride them, relaxing, and I can’t help but wonder when he got so good at this. The thought of him being with another man has a ping of jealousy shooting through me. Mine. I force Aaron’s mouth back to mine, sucking his tongue, biting his lips. Full of dominance, of possession, of claiming. That’s what this is, what it’s always been, what it always will be.
My cock rages between us, begging for attention. If I don’t get inside of him soon, I’m going to explode.
He tilts his head back just a little, begging. “Fuck me. Fuck me now, please.”
The beast inside me tries to break free as Aaron leans up and takes my cock, lining it up with his hole. Before he can sit, I grab my cock and tease his entrance. His meager protests and moans are music to my ears.
“Is this what you want, A? You want Daddy to fill this tight ass with my cock?”
I lick up the side of his neck and he shudders.
“Yes, please…fuck,”
Aaron whimpers.
“Beg…tell me exactly what you want,”
I demand, teasing him with my head, slipping it in for a second and then pulling it out just as fast.
“Fuck, please Daddy, please fill me with your cock. I need it, like I need my next breath.”
“Ride me.”
The demand comes through as a growl.
He slowly sinks onto my length, and it takes every ounce of control I have not to cum. Aaron groans, fully seated, and I suck his neck into my mouth, making sure to leave my mark. I fist Aaron’s cock matching his pace, pre-cum sliding all over my hands.
I look at Aaron, his head is thrown back in ecstasy, eyes closed. His hole squeezing around my cock, my length twitching at his movements.
“Fuck A, this ass is still so tight and perfect. God dammit,”
I let out a moan, smacking his ass with my free hand.
“I’m gonna cum Blaze, fuck, let me cum,”
Aaron pleads, bringing his face down to suck one of my nipples into his mouth.
“Cum for me baby.”
White, hot liquid shoots all over my chest and stomach, Aaron groaning, still riding the high. The sight has my balls tightening up and I’m right on the verge of joining him.
Aaron runs his tongue through his cum, licking it all up and it undoes me. I explode in him, one of my favorite feelings to experience in life. Aaron lifts his face to mine, lightly kissing me, allowing me to taste his cum.
He slowly gets off me and stands up. Before he can walk off and get dressed, I yank him back down to the couch pushing him onto his stomach.
“Let me help you clean up,”
I say, a devious smile playing on my lips.
I spread his legs and ass cheeks and watch as my cum drips from his hole. Running my tongue up his leg, I lick up all of it, then tongue fuck him, until there’s none left.
“Now. That’s better.” I smirk.
Down from our high, we finally get up and grab our clothes.
“It’s been too long,”
Aaron says, a solemn look ghosting his face.
“I know.”
I sigh. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t let it happen again,”
Aaron says and walks off to the kitchen.
Something tells me it’s going to be a long night and not for the reasons I would prefer.
Blaze sits across from me at the dining room table, his eyes burning into mine. It’s been around eight months since the last time I saw him or felt his skin beneath mine. It’s getting harder and harder to tell him ‘Bye’ each time he leaves. Fortunately, his recent job has landed him right next to me. It was supposed to be just a friends with benefits type thing, but with all the shit we’ve been through, a bond formed that will never be broken.
My heart speeds up, sweat dripping down the back of my neck as my eyes land on his hazel ones. The green shining brighter today than any other time I’ve seen them. The last time they were this bright was when Ryan was around. Damn, I miss her.
A pang hits me in the chest, memories of her flowing in my mind. Blaze loved her, but I can’t help but wonder where we would all be if she was still alive today. The last time I had her to myself, I confessed my feelings for her. If I knew then, what I know now, I would’ve held her close and never let go.
“What’s going through that brain of yours?”
Blaze’s deep voice cuts into my thoughts.
“Nothing…nothing at all.”
I clear my throat and return my attention to him. “So do you plan on leaving as soon as the job is done?” I ask, already knowing I’m going to hate the answer. This is what he always does. Moves does his job, moves again. The same old circle, always on repeat.
“Actually, I thought I might stick around longer this time.”
“What? You never stick around, like ever.”
My eyebrows pinch down in confusion, astonished. Why the hell would he stay around this time?
“Maybe I’m tired of moving around or maybe I just really missed you.”
He smirks, those dimples showing clearly now, the light of amusement in his eyes.
“Who is she?”
Jealousy flares, there’s no way he’s staying just for me. He never has before, never even considered it. Don’t get me wrong, I know he cares for me, but never enough to stay in one place.
“What do you mean ‘Who is she?’”
Blaze scoffs on a laugh.
My eyes narrow. He hasn’t paid any women attention since Ryan. There has to be someone else. Unless, it’s another guy. Nauseous hits me, A tinge of jealousy spreads through me. I’ll fuck any guy up if they think they can take him away from me.
Blaze gets up and walks toward me. Palming my cheek in his hand, forcing me to look up at him. His thumb lightly rubbing my bottom lip.
“Don’t do that,”
he says, his eyes softening when I look into his.
“Don’t do what?”
“I can see the overthinking you’re doing and can smell the jealousy coming off you from miles away.”
He stares deeply into my eyes. “You are the only man I’m interested in.”
I swallow the lump lodged in my throat.
“I will admit though, there may be a woman that has caught my eye.”
Blaze looks away, sheepishly.
“Who?”
I all but gasp when he relays this information.
“That doesn’t matter right now.”
Blaze pulls me up to stand in front of him. He stands just a few inches taller than me and I can feel my face flush as he grabs me by the back of the neck and pulls my face close.
“That doesn’t matter right now, just know I think she’d be perfect for us.”
Blaze looks the most sincere I’ve seen in years.
“Can you at least give me a name?”
He stares deeply into my eyes.
“Cea…”
he whispers against my lips before he dives his tongue into my mouth, taking over completely.
My body relaxes into his. Heating up at the feel of his hands touching me and the thoughts that this may be a new chapter for us. My mind wanders to the mystery woman who’s captured Blaze’s attention and I know right then I’ll do whatever I have to, to find out who she is.