Page 68 of Kiss Me Honey Hone

“You will pay for everything you say to me.” Kenny went into the app, ordered two pizzas, and threw the phone away.

He then slithered back over Aaron, bare bodies fusing, skin against skin, heat pooling. Aaron coiled his arms and legs around him, pulling him closer. It felt impossibly good.Toogood. How could it feel this good? It shouldn’t.Couldn’t. Wasn’t supposed to. He should be reeling in shame right now. Remorse.Regret. He should be realising this had all been a terrible, humiliating disgrace.

He didn’t feel any of that.

Because all he felt as Aaron squeezed him, clasped his limbs around him and whispering in his ear his effusive demand of, “Kiss me,” was utter infatuation.

Kenny gave in to his request, kissing him with both heat and heart. For what felt like hours and hours. Until they were both caked in sweat from the heat and their lips bruised.

Then Aaron moved, pushing Kenny to sit, and straddled him. He wrapped both hands around Kenny’s neck,thumbs pressing into his throat as he claimed his mouth in a brutal, desperate kiss. Teeth clashed, and Aaron’s bite on Kenny’s lip drew a gasp morphing into a groan. Aaron was relentless, invading his mouth as if lapping up the pain he caused, physically and emotionally.

Gone was the tenderness of earlier. Out cameAaron. Kenny should fear this. Aaron was a live wire, unpredictable and intense. And no doubt was trying to assert himself after the phone call with Jack. It wasn’t unusual for someone who had bared their soul to lash out, to counter it with aggression. But Kenny didn’t fear Aaron. Not now, not here. Maybe later, when the dust settled. When Aaron had no use for him anymore.

But in this moment, fear was the last thing on his mind.

Because there was a silent plea in Aaron’s actions, a desperation begging for Kenny to take control. How he needed him to. So Kenny did. He gripped Aaron’s buttocks in both hands, spreading him wide, and lifted him. And, using Aaron’s body as leverage, he rubbed his cock between Aaron’s cheeks, the friction stirring it back to life, and he hardened with each delightful rub.

Once fully erect, Kenny elevated Aaron away, fingers digging into his arse so hard they’d leave marks. He wanted those marks, a visible testament to their passion. “Now you ask,” he growled, voice a velvet threat promising both pleasure and punishment.

Aaron smirked, a glint of defiance in his eyes, but Kenny saw the reaction beneath. The need to be dominated and controlled when so much of his life hadn’t been before now. And he wriggled himself free, down in between Kenny’s legs and onto his knees. “Give me it.” He opened his mouth in anticipation.

Kenny tutted. “That’s demanding.” He gripped the base of his cock, pulling down the foreskin to expose the head, brandishing it by Aaron’s lips. “You ask politely.”

Aaron gave him a look, but Kenny knew beneath the guise Aaron was desperate for this. To be told off. He hankered for it. “Can I have that?”

Kenny shook his head, stroking his cock with a leisurely tease. “Ask properly. Grammatically.”

“You fucking pri—”

Kenny shut him up by sweeping his cockhead along Aaron’s lips and circling his hand around Aaron’s neck, gripping tightly. “Ask.”

Aaron flicked out his tongue, ready to lick, but Kenny drew back his cock, maintaining his control and Aaron sighed, warm air drifting onto his slit. “May I suck your freakishly large cock?”

Kenny smiled wickedly. “Yes, you may.”

With the hand behind Aaron’s neck, Kenny guided him forward and the act of feeding Aaron his cock was an intimate assertion of dominance Kenny got off on as much as Aaron craved it. And when Aaron’s mouth enveloped him, the warmth and wetness overwhelming, Kenny’s breath hitched at the sight of his cock disappearing between those eager, bratty lips. And histongue, swirling around him, was pure fucking ecstasy.

Kenny moved his hips in rhythm with Aaron’s mouth, each thrust driving him deeper. Aaron flicked his gaze up to meet Kenny’s, a silent communication passing between them. Kenny could see the desperation, the need, and it fuelled his gluttony. He gripped Aaron’s hair, guiding him, controlling the pace. Aaron wasn’t teasing, Kenny was big. Maybe notfreakishlybig. But big enough for it to have been an issue for others. Yet it didn’t faze Aaron in the slightest.

“That’s it.” Kenny stroked through Aaron’s hair. “So good.”

The room filled with the sounds of Aaron doing his best to get Kenny to say more—wet, sucking, groans and gasps, the slap of skin against skin and Kenny could feel the tension building, the pleasure coiling in his gut, ready to explode. He graspedAaron’s hair, breaths coming in ragged gasps at Aaron’s soft chokes.

“Keep going,” Kenny growled, voice a mix of command and pleasure. “Take it all. All of it,Aaron.” He then grabbed Aaron’s hands, splaying them on his thighs and holding them there to not allow him to use them. He only wanted his mouth. His throat. His tongue.

Aaron complied, rising on his knees to take Kenny deeper, mouth and throat working in sync to drive him to the edge, fingers clutching Kenny’s thighs and Kenny thrust harder, his grip on Aaron’s wrists tightening to hold him in place. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable, watching Aaron take his entire length, then drawing it out with deep, guttural groans.

“So good,” Kenny panted. “So fucking good.”

With a final, forceful thrust, Kenny came, his body shuddering with the force of his release and he watched Aaron swallow every drop before he eased himself out of Aaron’s mouth, still holding Aaron’s wrists hostage. He then yanked Aaron up by his arms. “Get up here.”

Aaron clambered onto him and Kenny threw Aaron’s arms over his shoulders to splay his hands on his arse and drag him closer to his mouth. Kenny wrapped his lips around Aaron’s cock and Aaron let out a strangled moan, arching into him. Those moans were going to be the death of Kenny and he pulled him closer, deepening the connection, fingers splayed on his buttocks, and sucked him in a slow, sensual rhythm, drawing out Aaron’s pleasure. He could feel Aaron waning, fingers tough on Kenny’s shoulders, holding on for dear life as his hips thrust of their own accord.

God, he tasted delicious. Like forbidden fruit was supposed to, and Kenny felt his control slip, felt himself losing the battle and becoming a slave to Aaron’s needs. Whatever he wanted, he’d give. Anything to hear those delightful groans of pleasure and whimpering tones of desperation. So he focused on hismouth, taking Aaron deeper into his throat, sucking him with delirium.

Aaron’s body strained towards release. But Kenny was a masterclass in torture, and he knew Aaron didn’t want this to end, because he didn’t either, so just when he thought Aaron couldn’t take it anymore, he drew back, leaving Aaron’s cock wet and dripping, hard and pulsating.

He locked his eyes on Aaron. “Not yet,” Kenny said, voice husky with desire. “Not until I say you can.”

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