We finished toweling off, he wet a washcloth to bring with us, and he again wrapped a hand around my wrist. He pulled me back into the bedroom, passing by the dresser to grab the supplies.
I pulled the sheets back, and climbed on to the bed. He sidled up next to me and kissed me hard, rolling me on to my back. He lifted up just a little and stared at me. “You really want to do this?”
“Yes, I want this—”
“I mean us. The whole relationship thing, boyfriends, partners, lovers, whatever?”
“Yes, Aaron. I really do want to do this. All of it. With you, no matter how much bullshit we get for being together. You’re perfect for me, and this is what I want. You want it? You want the whole relationship boyfriend partner lover thing?”
“More than anything I’ve ever wanted before.” He leaned in and gave me a soft, liquid kiss. “Except maybe that drummer gig.”
Laughing, I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and held him still for a deep kiss, my tongue chasing and teasing his.
He pulled back a bit and lifted my legs so I spread wide for him. Sliding down my body, he licked and nipped and sucked until his lips—the lips and mouth that I really wanted there—slipped over the hard crown of my dick.
I sank back into the pillows and let Aaron have free reign of my body. I was more than a little nervous, there was no way to deny that, but his mouth just felt so damn good working me over. He raked his fingers down my thighs, and the scrape was amazing and set lightning running through my whole body.
The next moment I felt his finger breach me, and I gasped and arched up.
“Oh, shit,” I breathed out. “Oh wow.” He knew what he was doing. I’d been so distracted by his scrapes and his tongue…
He kept at my erection, sucking and licking, but now I was aware of his finger slowly sinking deeper inside me. Aaron started to slide the finger in and out. I wasn’t even sure when he’d grabbed the lube, but it felt…amazing. He was slow, deliberate, letting me feel him and taking my mind off the mild burn at the same time.
A second finger joined the first and there was a lot more burn. He pushed in deep and paused, playing with my balls and licking my erection like an ice cream cone to keep my mind off it.
But I wanted this. It felt right, with him. It felt good, and the sensation of him in my tight channel was like nothing else. I never imagined that I’d want this, seek this out, but there was something about Aaron that just made it right, made it necessary.
The third finger had me stuttering. I twisted, and breathed hard and tried not to let the burn get to me, but it was. Right up until Aaron slid my whole cock down his throat to the root, then I was letting out a different kind of stuttering.
Everything in my body was lit up and twisted. I didn’t know what to think or do. And while my dick was deep in Aaron’s throat, he started to slide those fingers out and back in, stretching me just a little bit more.
Then, he hitthat spot.
“Oh, my holy fuck,” I gasped, and I swore I sucked in half the air in the room as every nerve in my body twitched and zapped.
Lifting off my dick, Aaron smiled. “I knew you’d like that.”
“I had no damn idea.” My voice was wrecked.
Suddenly his fingers were gone, and I felt a terrible emptiness. I wanted them back. I watched as he wiped his hand with the washcloth and dropped a kiss on my cheek. “I’ll teach you how to keep clean later.”
A new shiver ran through me when—coupled with the promise of a lesson on clean sex which I was sure would lead to more sex—I heard the foil packet rip. I lifted up on my elbows and watched him roll the latex down his cock.
Hooking my knees over his arms, he leaned down, and took my mouth again. “You’re an amazing man, Maddox.”
“Not too shabby yourself, Aaron.”
He pressed the blunt head of his cock against my hole. He brushed his words on my skin. “Breathe out and relax, love. It’s going to hurt just a little.”
I did as he said, closing my eyes and breathing out. His fat head pushed past the ring of muscle and the burn hit a moment later. Aaron didn’t stop pushing in, and when I felt his balls against me, there was a new sensation. A fullness, a delightful stretch.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Yes. Please move, please.”
He did.
Nothing in my life would ever be as good as the feeling of being taken by my boyfriend, by the man I loved, like this. He owned me, I was willingly his. His careful glide in and out was a smooth tease, until he pegged that spot again with a twitch of his hips.
