I moved to my knees as Aaron rolled to his feet, and he slid a hand into my hair as he pushed his dick between my lips.
“Oh, that’s it,” he whispered as I licked and stroked him. “Ungh, baby, I’m gonna make sure… Gonna make sure Will rocks your world.”
The promise made me squirm. Blowing him was a reward in itself, but I wouldn’t say no to Will. And if turning Aaron on like this meant more fun at the hands of his Dom—our Dom—then I was going to go for broke and earn it.
I deep-throated him, then pumped him hard with my hand as I relentlessly teased the head, and Aaron groaned.
“Oh shit,” he whispered, gripping my hair tighter. “Oh God, yeah. Keep… Yeah.” That was the good stuff—that frantic cadence of his speech that said he was nearing the edge and so ready to lose it. The salt of pre-cum on my tongue gave me goose bumps, and his harsh, breathy curses gave me even more.
“I’m gonna come,” he slurred. “I’m… Fuck…”
I backed off a little, and when he swore this time, it was a breath of frustration. I grinned as I licked around the head of his cock while his orgasm slipped out of his reach. Then I started bringing him back to the edge all over again.
As soon as he was there, I eased off.
And then I did it all over again.
And again.
And again.
“Goddammit, Kelly,” he growled, tightening his fingers in my hair. “You’re so good at… Fuck, would you just let me come, damn it?”
I looked up at him through my lashes. “What? I’m not stopping you, am I?”
He tried to glare at me, but I picked just that moment to start teasing his balls with my fingertips, and he whimpered as he bit his lip and let his head fall back. “Fuuuck…”
“Hmm, maybe I should let you come.” I paused to lick around the head some more, gripping him tighter as I stroked him harder. “But after you helped your husband edge me… hmm…”
He made a deliciously frustrated noise.
“I can keep this up all night,” I said. “Just keep you riding the edge, and—”
“Kelly,” he pleaded. “God, please, let me come.”
“I mean, you turned me on so much, I don’t want to rush this. I want you to enjoy it.”
He bit back another sound, and I chuckled.
Then I took his cock between my lips again, and this time, I didn’t back down. Oh, I absolutely could have edged him for ages—probably until Will came home and walked in on us, sweaty and naked on the couch. I could torture Aaron for as long as he’d let me, getting my sadistic pleasure out of watching him squirm until he was near tears with the need to just get off already.
But right now, I wanted to get him off. I wanted to feel and hear and taste him lose it.
So I gave him everything I had, pumping him furiously as I focused my mouth on the head, all the while teasing his balls with my fingertips the way I knew he liked it. As he neared the edge again, I could feel him tensing up as if he were anticipating the denial. He barely made a sound, and he barely moved, as if he didn’t want to tip me off that he was getting close. As if he could hide it.
He released a harsh, shuddering breath. “Kelly, please…”
I didn’t stop this time.
And in seconds, Aaron’s whole body tensed, and his hips bucked, and he held on to my hair so tightly it was painful as he cried out and shuddered and came in my mouth.
I sat back on my heels as Aaron sagged back on the couch. My God, he looked sexy like that—eyes closed, chest heaving as he took in big gulps of air, flushed from his face to his chest, his body trembling all over.
I carefully got up, wincing as I moved. Edging someone with a blowjob was kind of a double-edged sword—it was fun as hell, but my feet had fallen asleep and my knees were less than happy with me.
The torment was well worth it, though.
“You are such a bastard,” Aaron mumbled as I settled beside him.
“Mmhmm.” I teased his nipple with my thumbnail. “And I think you enjoyed every aggravating second of it.”
His eyes fluttered open, and he grinned sleepily at me. “Oh yeah.”
“That’s what I thought.” I leaned in for a kiss, and of