Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Aaron chuckled. “Fabulous. Hurry, please. I need you.”
I uncapped the lube and slicked two fingers, gently easing one in his passage…and a second. “So tight, baby. Relax for me.”
He moaned. “I can take more.”
“Not yet. I like stretching you open, and I’m in charge now. Do you like this?” I massaged Aaron’s prostate, brushing kisses on his neck as he shivered.
Yeah, he liked it.
“More.”
I ignored him, driving my fingers in and out while he jerked his cock. The desperate-sounding noises he made were music to my ears. As hard as I was—we’re talking “could pound a nail into a wall” hard—I wanted Aaron closer to the edge.
The third finger did it. He whimpered, resting his forehead on the counter.
“That’s it. You can take it. My cock is much bigger, baby. You want to ride it?”
“Ungh! Yes.”
“Ask me nicely,” I rasped in a gravelly tone that didn’t sound like me.
Goose bumps rose on his skin. “Please, please, please.”
I pulled my fingers out, picked up the lube, and strolled away.
Aaron straightened, his face a picture of disheveled outrage. “Where are you going? You have a job to do. Me. I’m the job. This is a pressing matter.”
He grabbed himself at the base, gesturing wildly with his free hand in case I’d misunderstood the assignment.
I just smiled and flopped onto the chair at the breakfast nook before motioning for him to join me. “Come sit.”
Aaron blinked and licked his lips as he sauntered toward me. “That’s so deliciously dirty, Matty. But I have to taste you first.”
He got on his knees between my open thighs, licked me like a lollipop up one side and down the other, and swallowed me whole. If I were a betting man, I’d guess this was sweet payback. He bobbed his head, pausing to twirl his tongue at my crown and play with my balls. I could come like this, and he knew it. Not now, though.
I grabbed a fistful of his hair and tsked. “No more. Ride me.”
I didn’t have to ask twice. Aaron scrambled to his feet and straddled my lap, hovering over me with his forehead pressed to mine while I added lube. He grunted impatiently and guided my tip to his entrance, then oh, so slowly lowered himself. And he didn’t stop until I was balls deep.
“Oh, fuck, I love this,” he purred, lifting his hips the smallest inch and sinking again.
It didn’t take a genius to recognize that I’d put myself in a precarious position.
“Aar…you need to move.”
Another teasing sway of hips. “I am moving.”
My nostrils flared as I fought to keep my need for control in check. I arched, thrusting upward in a not-so-subtle hint for action. “Aaron…”
He smiled like a Cheshire cat, full of mischief and a touch of manic energy. “Like this?”
Yeah, just like that. A wave of pleasure zinged through me as he upped his tempo.
I sighed, cupping Aaron’s ass while he bounced on my cock, grinding his pelvis on the downbeat. He tilted his chin to the ceiling, eyes closed, his full lips parted. I leaned in and licked his neck, loving his breathy inhale. He was so tactile, so sensitive. I dragged my thumbnails over his nipples and along his sides before gripping his dick just the way he liked it.
“C’mon, baby, let me see you fly.”
His moan had a feral quality, a sure sign he was on the verge of coming undone as I stroked him, caressed him, showered him with an unending litany of praise of the “You’re so fucking beautiful” type mixed with the urgent plea for him to fuck himself faster, harder. The chair groaned in protest under our weight. Any second now, he’d fall apart.
Precum pooled at his slit as he lost his rhythm, panting and digging his fingernails into my shoulders. “Matty, I’m…”
“Come, baby. Come for me.”
He clenched his ass, squeezing me painfully in the throes of a powerful orgasm. I licked my lips, my heart drumming in my chest. I was so close, it wasn’t funny. I held off, though, waiting till he resurfaced, blinking into consciousness in increments.
“Oh…that was so…” Aaron huffed a laugh and kissed me. “So good.”
“Mm. How clean is the table?”
“Sparkling, but the color samples—”
“Fuck the color samples.” I stood with my man still impaled on my monster erection. Then I laid him flat on the breakfast nook table, bent his knees to his chest, and fucked him to the finish line.
The paint samples and fabric swatches he’d been poring over for weeks flew everywhere. He’d probably have a comment or two about that later, but now…he grinned up at me, wiping sweat from his brow before flinging his arms out starfish-style.
I plucked the paint sample stuck to his arm and handed it to him.
Aaron read the name with wide, laughing eyes. “Fresh eucalyptus, silver eucalyptus, and sea salt. I think we’re going in a soft, natural direction in the nursery. Thoughts, husband?”