Page 29 of Forfeits

We came together now, completely naked and desperate, kneeling on the mattress, our breaths and soft moans the only sounds in the room.

“I want to suck you,” Aiden said.

“Okay. Please.”

He gave me a wicked grin and slid down the bed. My hips thrust up as he took me into his mouth.

“Oh my fucking God!” I gasped, my whole world becoming warmth and suction and Aiden’s dark eyes gazing at me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

It felt so good. So right. He ate me like I was his last meal, slobbered over my cock like he was starved for it, and used his hand to jerk me like a porn star.

Daniel had been all about slow teasing and long make-out sessions. Aiden was a whirlwind of hunger and lust, and I let him take me over. I splayed my arms out and closed my eyes, focusing on the way Aiden was going at me. He was fierce and desperate, and my body responded to his actions with unpredicted fervor.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m gonna come. Stop.”

He stopped.

“I want to keep going,” he said.

“I’ll come.”

“So?” he said, waggling his eyebrows. “Good.”

I swallowed. “Isn’t it too soon?”

He laughed. “Too soon for who? Not for me. I want to watch you.”

I blinked. “But then it’ll be over.”

“Oh, no, Fletcher. It will have just begun,” he said, as he wrapped his fingers around me and took me down his throat again.

I groaned and gaped at the ceiling as he brought me to the edge again.

“You probably don’t want to—” I said, before the orgasm bolted through me and my cock overflowed, pleasure rolling in waves. “Oh…fuck…”

Aiden popped off my cock and spat out the jizz that had started to fill his mouth. But he kept jerking me as I rode the waves, making sounds of enjoyment.

“How are you so beautiful? Honestly.”

I gazed at him, blinking, trying to get my breath back.

“What?”

“When you come. You’re radiant. It’s so fucking hot.” He glanced at the digital clock on the dresser. “How long have we got before you have to get home?”

“A couple of hours,” I said, my head still spinning from the comment.

“I can work with that.”

“Do you have a towel?”

“Hold on.”

I lay there while Aiden got a cloth and wiped up the mess I’d made. As he leaned over me to put it on the side table, I reached for his cock.

“Oh, hello there,” he murmured, covering my hand with his as he settled back down on the mattress. “You going to jerk me?”

“I’d like to. Lube?”

---