Page 69 of Kiss Me Honey Hone

Aaron shuddered with frustration, cock throbbing with the need for release, the head purple and glistening. So Kenny released a hand from his arse, offering a finger to Aaron’s mouth. “Coat it.”

Aaron did, sucking his finger into his mouth the way he’d worked on his cock, lathering it with saliva, then Kenny slipped it out, wrapping his arm back around him, and as he took his cock back into his mouth, he prodded his wet finger at Aaron’s entrance. Aaron peered down, lips parting. Kenny released his cock to utter the command, “Let me in.”

Aaron thrust backwards onto Kenny’s moistened fingertip. But when he bucked forward, as Kenny knew he would, Kenny sucked his needy cock further into his throat. Then he circled his hole, easing his finger inside, and Aaron gasped, hands gripping Kenny’s shoulders as if holding on. Kenny sucked on him, plunging his finger inside to stimulate his prostate, and once he found the spot, Aaron garbled, groaned, trembled andcracked.

Kenny hummed around his length, stroking inside him while gorging on his cock.

“Need to come!” Aaron panted in frustration. “Let me come!”

Kenny slurped off. “Come for me, baby.” He then edged his finger further inside him, and Aaron came, cock pulsating and spilling all over Kenny’s lips, which he lapped up with gluttony.

The comedown was relentless after that and Kenny just hadto hold him as Aaron shivered in his arms. He found the blanket, draping it around him and let him tremble within his safety net. Aaron curled up on his lap, resting his head on his chest.

“You okay?” Kenny whispered into his ear, stroking his legs beneath the blanket.

“Yeah.” Then, after a moment of stillness, “I could use the pizza now.”

As if they’d heard Aaron’s plea, there was a knock at the door and Kenny had to aid Aaron back to sitting on the sofa, wrapping the blanket around him, to find his trousers, and he stepped into them to answer the door. When he returned with the box, he glanced down at Aaron with a sudden ache in his chest that wasn’t down to the scent of pepperoni.

Aaron might be the oxygen to his flame, feeding his hunger, his madness and together, they’d destroy each other, leave nothing but ash and embers in their wake. But Kenny couldn’t stop himself from sinking into him. Couldn’t stop believing, just for now, that Aaron washis. That somehow, this broken, beautiful creature might have carved his own rocky route to him, but he was grateful that, for now, his path stopped here. With him.

For now, he let himself believe the lies.

So he ate pizza with him in the living room, their chatter merging effortlessly into the mundane, and revelled in the peace. Because deep down, Kenny knew the truth. This intoxicating illusion lived on borrowed time.

And when it ended, as it inevitably would, the fall would be devastating.

Chapter seventeen

Pure Morning

Aaron woke once again in Kenny’s bed.

Cloaked mostly in darkness with a faint amber glow from the streetlamp outside slicing through the blinds, it wasn’t quite morning. The world still suspended in that fragile, timeless space between night and day and Aaron peeked over at Kenny sprawled across the bed, face buried in his pillow, limbs slack in sleep.

Kenny was temptation personified, and Aaron was one hundred percent under his spell.Possessedby him. Kenny had him completely undone, stripped bare in every way that mattered, leaving him a needy, pliant mess, willing to surrender to anything Kenny asked. Whatever whim, whatever touch, Aaron would give it. Because he craved him. Body, mind, and soul.

Last night had been nothing short of perfection. Bliss woven into every second they spent together. After the two heated encounters downstairs, they’d devoured the pizza in comfortable silence. But the night hadn’t ended there. Kenny, ever the tease, had settled on the sofa, catching up on work while Aaron lay sprawled beside him, watching the way his brows furrowed infocus, the slight twitch of his lips when he read something he found interesting. Every movement, every glance, only made Aaron ache for more.

When Kenny finally closed his laptop and reached for Aaron’s hand, leading him upstairs, it was as if the world slowed. He took him into the shower, steam curling around them, enclosing them in a private world where nothing else existed, and Kenny had touched him like he was precious.Treasured. He roamed his hands over every inch of Aaron’s skin, water cascading over them as he washed him gently, reverently. Aaron didn’t know what overwhelmed him more. The tenderness in Kenny’s touch or the way his body responded, for the third time. Hard and desperate for his care.

Kenny, ever attentive, took pity on him, lathering his hand with gel and wrapping it around Aaron’s length, stroking him until Aaron shattered, trembling uncontrollably, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Kenny held him through it, steady and grounding, whispering soft reassurances as Aaron clung to him, boneless and undone. Kenny washed him again, gentle as ever, rinsing away every trace of tension. When the water finally turned cold, Kenny wrapped him in the softest towel Aaron had ever felt, drying him, even ruffling his damp hair with playful affection. And, with a firm but tender grip, he led Aaron to bed, tucking him in like he was fragile. Worth protecting.

Aaron didn’t know how he could ever live without this. WithoutKenny. He made him feel whole when all he’d ever felt was broken. How had Kenny become his everything? How was Aaron supposed to let him go?

So he kept his little secret about stealing the report from his office, burying it with everything else he kept hidden, in case Kenny called an end to it all and instead, leaned over, pressing his lips to Kenny’s shoulder blade, feeling the slow, steady rise and fall of his breathing. He traced the contours of Kenny’s back, ghosting over the subtle ridges of his muscles, then climbed atophim, body melding to Kenny’s as if made to fit. He kissed along Kenny’s spine, trailing upwards, tasting the salt residue left on his skin, and threaded his hands into Kenny’s hair, raking through the messy waves to reach the nape of his neck where he hovered his lips, savouring the intimacy.

How was it even possible to feel like this? How could a single person consume him so utterly, invade every thought, every pulse of his heart? Kenny was everything he shouldn’t want. Why would anyone want someone who could decipher every thought in his head? Someone who knew him better than he knew himself? Could read his mind. Knew his past and present, and could predict his future. Yet he was everything Aaronneeded. His obsession was an all-consuming hunger gnawing at him even as he tried to satiate it. Aaron had tethered himself to Kenny, chasing his impossible high and their fragile, fleeting bliss.

He didn’t want to think about how it would end. Hecouldn’t.

Kenny stirred beneath him, a soft groan rumbling in his chest. Aaron kissed the edge of his jaw, voice a whisper against Kenny’s skin. “Kiss me,” he demanded, impatient for Kenny’s rough and brutal lips back on his.

Kenny mumbled something incoherent, reaching back to grip Aaron’s thigh, then he raised his head from the pillow, crooked his neck to capture Aaron’s lips with his own. How did it feel this electrifying? This explosive? Aspowerfulas it had every other time? Aaron didn’t know, but he was a slave to it. To Kenny and his mouth. And kept going back for more with the expectation the spark would fade. But it hadn’t.Wouldn’t. And Kenny couldn’t be comfortable the way he was, Aaron digging onto his back, neck straining every tendon to get to him, yet he didn’t move. Didn’t stop. Eager to deepen the kiss Aaron had begged for as if he felt exactly the same.

Somehow, Kenny flipped onto his back, getting Aaron straddling him, snaking an arm around him possessively, and he roseto kiss him, groaning into it, all scratching teeth and fervid hunger. Aaron pushed him back to the mattress, slithering down his body, and took his glorious erection into his mouth. He should hate how big Kenny was. That it was an effort every time he did this. That ithurt. But all he felt was gluttony for it. And he sucked without care, without rhythm, desperate for Kenny to choke him.

Kenny hissed, raising up, gripping Aaron’s hair to watch his cock slide in and out of his mouth, then grunted, fierce and unrestrained, hips thrusting up as he cried out, “Fuck,Aaron…” Then with his fingers tightening in Aaron’s hair, he came, every last drop exploding into his mouth.

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