Moving without hesitation, he lifts his butt off the cushion. I tug at the material in my way. First down over one hip, then the other, until I finally ease the material over his hard shaft and release it from its confines.
Over the last few weeks that I’ve been sexually active with Aaron, I’ve done my fair share of touching his cock and I’ve certainly examined it in between kisses and such. But now, I just take a moment to admire the sheer beauty of the part of him that makes him so distinctly male.
He’s long and thick, covered in velvet-soft skin, with gorgeous veins running under the dusky color. Aaron keeps himself well-trimmed, and he’s like a visual piece of art. I’ve never given the male anatomy much thought other than for the arousal such an appendage can cause when used correctly, but I swear I could stare at Aaron like this for hours.
Lounging back on my couch, eyes heavy and pants pulled down past his hips, he looks debauched. His thick cock laying heavily against his lower belly, just waiting to be touched.
Or maybe kissed.
Sucked.
I rise up on my knees, bend over Aaron’s lap, and run my tongue up the length of him. It’s the first time I’ve touched him there with my mouth. He groans loudly in a mixture of what seems to be pain and pleasure at the same time.
I look up, almost not able to bear what I see in return. His eyes glitter almost dangerously… and the shiver that runs up my spine is delicious.
My hand slides along his thigh, over the bunch of his jeans, and I wrap my fingers around the thick warmth of him. I give a squeeze, bend over his cock once more, and suck the tip of him into my mouth.
“Fuck, Clarke,” Aaron growls, his hips jerking upward. I push to take him in even deeper. He’s way too large for my mouth to accommodate him fully. When the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, I fight against my gag reflex.
I may have willingly and foolishly given up my virginity to a man who hadn’t deserved it, but this is the first time I’ve ever had a man in my mouth. And I find this more monumental than anything I could have ever given Tripp. I feel infinitely closer to Aaron while I suck on his length, listening to his moans as I bob up and down while in control of his pleasure.
Aaron’s hands come to my head, and for a wild moment, I want to give him control. I want him to grip my head in those large hands of his, then allow him to fuck my throat however he sees fit. Because I trust Aaron to not hurt me—unless it’s in a mutual, hurts-so-good way.
But he shows restraint, merely stroking my temples with his thumbs as he steadies my head. I move a hand to the base of his cock, firmly jacking the length of him in the opposite direction of my mouth.
Aaron mutters, alternating between curses and praising me. “Feels so fucking good, Clarke.”
With how hard he’s breathing and the way his hips are moving under me, I can tell he’s getting close.
Suddenly, his hands tighten and he stops my motion. I have him in deep, my tongue flattened on the underside of his enormous shaft, when I look up to find him staring at me with an expression I can’t quite gauge.
Awe?
One thumb strokes my cheek as he murmurs, “My cock in your mouth… it’s fucking beautiful.”
I purr in response, loving how much he’s enjoying this. Knocking his hands from my head, I redouble my efforts and start to work his length faster. Aaron groans, curses again, then starts to flex his hips, urging me on.
I stroke him hard, suck him in deep, and squeeze his balls with my other hand. Lust starts to make me dizzy—the realization of my actions turning me on like never before.
And then… Aaron grips me by the nape of my neck, pushing me down firmly on his cock until he’s pressing against the back of my throat. I reflexively swallow, feeling the muscles of my throat ripple around him, and he groans out, “Oh, fuck, Clarke… I’m coming.”
It’s glorious when his hot seed floods my mouth. I swallow over and over again as he releases into me. The feeling that I’m giving him something special—something almost holy between us—overwhelms me. Tears prick at my eyes. It’s a feeling I memorize, because I know something monumental has changed between us once again. I now own a piece of him, the way he already owns a part of me.
Aaron gently pulls me off his spent dick, his hands going under my armpits. I feel slightly woozy from my efforts, but I’m satisfied in a way that also has me feeling mellow. Aaron easily lifts me from the floor, pulling me up his body until he settles me on his lap. He shifts so I don’t crush his well-used cock, then cuddles me against his chest. Wrapping his arms around me, he presses his face into my neck and murmurs, “You are amazing, Clarke.”
Simple words, but the force of emotion behind them hits me in all the feels. I don’t feel the need to say anything back, but I do wonder if this is what love feels like…
I wonder if Aaron is thinking along the same lines?
Maybe we’ll talk about it soon.
One day.
CHAPTER 23
Wylde
I walk into Baden’s room, gritting my teeth at the horror of seeing him in the bed with tubes swirling all around him. He’s been heavily medicated since his surgeries, and I still don’t understand everything that has happened to him. I’ve heard everything from lacerated spleen to spinal concussion to brain hemorrhage to… my head spins from it all.
If that isn’t bad enough, one of his attackers sliced into his face, cutting him from temple to jaw. There’s a jagged line of black stitches running down his face, reminding me of Frankenstein.
Giving him a quick glance, noting he’s still sleeping so deeply he doesn’t stir, I move past his bed and hand coffees to his parents where they sit on the other side.
“Thanks, Aaron,” his mom says with a tired smile. I’d like to say I understand some of their fears right now, but I don’t. If I were laying in that bed instead of Baden, I’m not sure my mom would be by my side.
My dad, well… too late for that, but had he been living… he most certainly would not be here.
I move back to the other side of the room with my own coffee, content to sit and just visit quietly for a few more minutes. We’re trying not to overwhelm the Oulett’s, but everyone is concerned. When I managed to sneak in about ten minutes ago, I’d immediately volunteered to get them some coffee.
A slight tap on the doorframe has me twisting that way, and I see Dominik. He has a teddy bear in his hand, which seems odd. His gaze locks on Baden’s mom, and he glides quietly into the room straight to her.
He hands her the bear, bending to kiss her on the cheek. “Figured you could use something soft to hug once in a while.”
To my surprise, she laughs and pats Dominik on the cheek. “That’s very sweet.”
Dominik shakes Baden’s dad’s hand before nodding toward the bed. “How is he this morning?”
“He’s not woken up yet, but the doctors aren’t concerned. They’d rather have him resting. His brain function looks good, though.”
“Excellent news,” Dominik murmurs, then looks at me. “You good?”
“Good, boss,” I reply in a low voice as I push out of the seat I’d just taken. There are officially too many people in the room now, so I’m going to cede my spot to Dominik. I hold a hand up to his parents. “I’m going to head out to let Dominik visit a bit. You both have my number… call me if you need anything.”