He smiles as he tugs me forward. “Shut up and kiss me.”
My body is loose as our lips meet again, rocking against him as he teases my thighs. His fingers tiptoe higher, and fabric drags up my legs.
“Is this okay?” he asks, and I nod as I guide his mouth back to mine.
His thumbs skirt along the creases of my hips before he traces the edge of my underwear. I moan quietly, and he swallows it down as his hand grazes my cock underneath the satin. A low hum builds in his throat as he pulls away, and he grins when I chase his lips.
“What are you wearing under here?” He meets my eyes for permission as both his hands slide under my skirt.
I bite my lip and nod, and he pauses for a moment longer. He’s giving me time to change my mind, but I won’t. I haven’t been this sure of anything in a while, and I nod again. Fabric slides up my thighs to expose my panties underneath.
“Fuck,” he groans as I lean back, my heart thudding as I show him what he’s doing to me.
Pre-cum darkens the satin where my cock pushes against it. His fingers trace along the lace-covered elastic at the top, and I quiver as they scrape against my bare skin.
“Shit, pretty, look at you.” He cups me through the material, and I rock forward, rubbing myself against his palm.
Embarrassingly needy sounds spill from my throat as he slides my panties down to expose my cock. Cool evening air contrasts with the heat of his hand as he wraps it around me, and my hips snap forward to drive through the ring of his fingers.
Aaron watches me with hooded eyes before he pulls away. He spits on his palm, and I nearly combust at the added slickness.
I scramble to find his lips, thrusting my hips as his hand slides along my cock. For a few blissful minutes, nothing exists outside of this. The tension in my core builds as my tongue moves with his, and I move on top of him until I’m panting.
“Wait,” I whisper as everything starts to pulse.
Aaron stills. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m great, I’m…” My forehead thunks against his as I release a rueful laugh. “I’ll come if you aren’t careful.”
“And here I was, thinking that was the goal this whole time,” he says.
I snort another laugh as I shake my head. “Dork.”
He grins before giving me another slow stroke that makes me shiver. “Do you, uh…” He trails off, and his eyes dart away.
“You can’t turn bashful in the middle of a handjob,” I say. “I’m pretty sure that’s a rule.”
“Is it?”
“You’re stalling.” I hike my brow, but it’s not very effective paired with my soft moan when his hand pumps again. “Finish your question.”
“I’m not… assuming anything’s going to happen here. No expectations, I swear. We could stop any time you want, but…” He shrugs in a manner that’s adorably shy while he’s still stroking me. “I kind of want to fuck you, Devon.”
“Just kind of?”
His thumb swipes over the tip of my cock, collecting the pearled bead of pre-cum there. “Okay. I really want to fuck you. Like,reallywant to fuck you, but—”
“So fuck me.” I pull him in for a kiss, groaning when his hips snap off the bench as if he’s picturing it. “Do you have a preference?”
Aaron shakes his head, his eyes hooded. “I just want to make you feel good.”
“Hmm, a selfless lover then,” I tease, and he grins with a one-shouldered shrug. “Well, Aaron, I kind of like being right here in your lap.”
“Yeah?” he breathes, and I nod.
“I think I’d like it even better if you were inside me.”
He groans as his eyes roll up into his head for a moment. “Do you have supplies?” he asks, and I force myself to pull away.
