Page 66 of Forfeits

“Shhh,” Aiden said, leaning forward and gripping my shoulders as he moved fluidly on my cock. His unblemished skin shone in the lamplight, the color of burnished gold. His face went through multiple expressions, betraying every emotion and sensation.

I was beyond coherent speech, all my focus on not attaining the climax I could feel just within reach. Aiden moved like an animal, sinuous and stealthy, as he fucked me. He was in total control.

“Just stay still. Let me fuck myself on you. You’re so hard. It’s like fucking a stone.” Aiden made a sound like a whine as he moved himself in a corkscrew motion over my stiff cock.

“Oh God,” I gasped in a high-pitched, vulnerable voice, trying to keep from coming. But it was so difficult when Aiden moved like that! “Oh, please. Oh God. Fuck…”

“I’m so fucking full. I love this,” Aiden said between grunts and groans. “Now,” he said, as he grabbed his own dick and started jerking it in time with his movements. “I’m going to come. And you’re going to hold off until I’m done. And you’re going to watch me.

He sat on my cock, rocking gently, and jerked himself slowly, with the most indulgent expression on his pretty face, his mouth open and his eyes dark with need.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.”

It was all I could say, my face scrunched up in concentration as I tried to keep from emptying my balls. I wanted to. I wanted to so badly. But more than that, I wanted to please Aiden. “Hurry. Please.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you,” Aiden gasped, giving his cock two more jerks then groaning as he spent in quick spurts, his spunk landing on my clenched abdomen and pounding chest.

“Okay. Now you can come,” he said finally, and I exploded like a rogue firecracker.

The sound I made was almost inhuman as I let myself fall over the edge, and my balls and cock pulsed with pleasure. I stared at him, my fingers digging into his thighs as the waves of ecstasy rode me. The strength of my cries petered out as Aiden swiped his fingers through his own jizz and pressed them to my lips.

I lapped at them like a hungry kitten, cleaning them while sparks of remnant pleasure arced through me.

Chapter Eleven

Deep Clean

“So, how are you feeling now?” Aiden asked, once we’d showered and gotten into pajama pants and T-shirts.

“Oh my God.”

“You keep saying that.”

“Aiden, I feel fantastic. Thank you. That was fucking incredible.”

He raised his wine glass, and I clinked it with mine. A couple of crusts with burnt edges were all that was left of the pizza in the open box on the coffee table.

“That was incredible fucking,” Aiden said. “I’m still feeling it.”

“You don’t know how much I needed that,” I said.

Aiden gave me a soft look of sympathy. “I think I have some idea, Fletcher. And I’m glad to help, in any way I can.”

Aiden was sitting on the softest part of the sofa because he was a little sore. I couldn’t imagine why, although it seemed my cock had something to do with it, since he kept calling it names like ‘battering ram’ and ‘torpedo’.

“You’re going to give me a complex,” I said.

“Because I’m complimenting the size and power of your cock?”

“Is that what you’re doing?”

“It’s what I’m trying to do.”

I gazed at him with concern. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Just the right amount. And I’m glad I’m sore, so I can remember this while I’m making you crawl for me in the Bordello tomorrow.”

At those words my mouth went dry, even though I’d just swallowed more wine. “Oh damn.”

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