Page 98 of His Choice

“There it is,” he said with a laugh. “Well, now you don’t have to pull the image from that special place in your brain where you stored it.” He turned around to show it to me again. “Go ahead. It’s yours to explore.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant exactly, but I was going to take advantage. I leaned on him so I could get on my knees without pain, then began to knead his buttock muscles. They were soft, yet solid at the same time. “God, you’re hot.”

“Try number fourteen from the list. I showered,” he encouraged.

I snorted a laugh because of his silliness as well as my nervousness. I parted his cheeks and he didn’t even flinch. Maybe because after having checked out his asshole, as he said he had, he knew it was as sexy as every other part of him. He wasn’t wrong. “Fuck.”

“No. That was number twenty-two,” he corrected. “Too soon. Stick to number fourteen.”

I rolled my eyes, but didn’t want to waste time calling him out for his nonsense. Instead, I ran my tongue over his muscular glutes before settling into his crack. He still smelled like the soap from his earlier wash. I circled my tongue over his opening, causing him to buck. I pulled back, unsure if that had been a good reaction.

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” he assured me.

I resumed and continued for several minutes. I could have gone longer, so turned on by the sounds he was making. “Still good?”

“Fuck yeah,” he replied. “But let’s go to your bed. I can’t keep standing while you’re doing that.”

Once he helped me up, I followed him into my room, expecting him to drop face down on my mattress. Instead, he turned around, grabbed me and gently pushed me toward the bed. “Get on your tummy.”

“But I haven’t had a chance to finish…”

“You will,” he assured me. “I’ve been waiting too long for this. Please, Mikey.”

I couldn’t resist him when he asked me to do something with the word ‘please.’ I positioned myself as he had instructed on the bed, and before I could muster the courage to spread my legs, Aaron did it for me. “Geez. Give me a minute to adjust to the idea…”

“Told you. Waited too long,” he reminded me. “And it’s better than I thought. God, you’re cute, Mikey. Such a pretty little hole.”

He rubbed his fingers over my taint and opening before I could even mutter a thanks for the compliment. Within seconds, he was on his knees at the foot of the bed, then he licked a trail from my balls to my hole before flicking his tongue against the sensitive skin.

“Oh!” I blurted, not expecting it to feel so great that my body would jerk.

“Relax, Mikey,” he soothed before resuming a more aggressive assault.

My teeth clacked. “Easy for you to say…”

Aaron began to tongue fuck me and I buried my face in the quilt to keep from screaming. He continued to plunge in and out relentlessly, making me leak as I rutted against the bed.

“Finger time?” he asked eagerly.

I nodded. How the hell would I know? Apparently, he understood my body better than I did. I expected him to insert a digit, but instead, he got up and left the room.

“What are you doing?” I asked in a whimper.

He returned quickly, popping the top of a bottle of lubricant. “Had to get this.”

“Oh, thanks.”

My body had just begun to relax when Aaron slipped his forefinger in me. I thought it would hurt, but it felt good—like scratching an itch. Then he began to pump it back and forth, which worked me into a writhing frenzy.

“You like that, huh?” he questioned, pleased with himself.

“Just remember, whatever you do, I’ll do to you,” I reminded him.

“You’d better.” He began to probe me with a second finger, and the pleasure was instantaneous, followed by a sting as he pushed past the ring of muscle.

“Ooh,” I grunted. “Careful.”