here. You don’t have to sit all the way over there.”
“True. But if I join you, we’ll probably…” Oh fuck. Yeah, we probably would, and despite the heavy conversation, I suddenly wanted to.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Aaron murmured, and from the look in his eyes? He was game too.
So I moved from the armchair to the couch, and I’d barely sat down before Aaron wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him, and…fuck, yes. Oh my God, I hadn’t made out like this in I didn’t know how long. We were fully-dressed, kissing for kissing’s sake, and I melted in Aaron’s arms. I’d been thrilled in the beginning that he and Will weren’t opposed to kissing a hookup on the mouth like some guys were, especially once I’d realized they were both so good at it.
He tugged my hair hard enough to pull my head back, and then he went for my neck. Fuck. His lips were soft against my neck, and I moaned, arching into him, wishing I could feel more of him. Stupid…clothes.
I found his mouth again, and we both groaned into a deep, needy kiss. I loved his mouth. Christ. It had been a long, long time since I’d been with someone who could turn me on so much just by kissing, and this was a rare opportunity to just make out with Aaron and focus on him. Not that Will would have objected to enjoying the show, but I didn’t want him to feel neglected.
Tonight, I wasn’t neglecting anyone or anything. I just lost myself in the way Aaron’s lips and tongue teased mine.
Okay, maybe I was neglecting something—there was only so much I could appease my dick by rubbing it against Aaron’s through our clothes.
“You know what I want to do?” I murmured against his lips.
“Hmm?”
“I want to sixty-nine.” I rubbed my hard-on against his. “Right here.”
Aaron whimpered softly, fingers pressing into my skin. “Then get naked. Now.”
We separated, and we both got naked right the fuck now.
As soon as we came together again, I almost got lost in making out with him again, but no, I wanted his mouth doing something else.
“Let me get on my back,” I panted against his lips.
He looked up at me. “You don’t want to sixty-nine?”
“Oh, I do.” I grinned. “But doing it in that position is way hotter.”
His eyebrows jumped, and he returned the grin. “Well, all right then.”
We shifted, and my toes curled as Aaron’s dick slid across my tongue in the same moment he took my cock in his mouth. If I was going to sixty-nine with someone, this was how I liked it. There was just something ridiculously hot about it, especially when he got into it and started rocking his hips, fucking into my mouth while he went to town on me.
And it occurred to me that this wasn’t something I let just any man do. The risk of choking me or even just making me afraid I would choke were enough to put me off with someone I didn’t know well. With Aaron, I loved it, and I wanted more, and I moaned around his cock and thrust up into his mouth, earning me a low growl in response.
My head was spinning and I was out of breath as I nudged him up a little. He raised his hips, letting his cock slide out of my mouth.
Still pumping him with my hand, I panted, “Keep going. I’m gonna come. God, yeah, don’t stop…”
Aaron didn’t stop. His mouth was utter magic, and there was no one here tonight to tell me I couldn’t come, so I let him carry me right over the edge, and with a shuddering moan, I came in his eager mouth.
He kept me going, kept me coming until I almost blacked out, and when he finally let my cock slide free from his lips, I sagged back onto the couch and sighed. “Oh my God.”
He grinned as he turned around to face me, but before he could say anything sexy or snarky, I pulled him down into a kiss. Our mouths muffled a soft moan, and he melted against me as our lips moved together. The taste of my own cum gave me a shiver, reminding me all over again of the shuddering climax he’d just given me.
And he was still rock-hard against my hip. Clearly it was time to return the favor.