“Oooh. I know what you are doing,” I call him out, wiggling my butt so I can feel the pressure of his digits better. “You are distracting me so you can shove your huge steel rod inside me.”
Aran snorts but doesn’t deny it, his fingers applying more pressure just like I want. “Why were you on a romance forum?”
I want to answer, but it’s kind of impossible when my brain is stuck deciding whether to have me moan, whimper, beg for more, or all three. Words are just too complicated right now.
“C’mon, Tien. I asked you a question. Tell me or I won’t let you come.”
Well, hello there Mister Danger Daddy. I thought you weren’t into this?
He’s not making it easy to do as I’m told though, as he keeps rubbing and teasing me and not giving me his cock. I know it’s coming, but it’s the when that’s flipping my stomach upside down with anticipation.
“I was… on the forums because I wanted to show you off. Everyone does that, okay? And they always think they’ve won the lottery, but they couldn’t be more wrong. So I had to tell them in detail how perfect and amazing and psychopathic my man is.” And because I don’t know when to shut up, I add, “And, FYI, I know that the reason the forum mysteriously shut down is because you went after the person hosting it for calling me a delusional dick-sucker. It was very possessive and lovely of you to defend my honor like this, but I think shooting them was unnecessary.”
Aran makes a thoughtful sound, sliding the tip of one finger in. My hackles rise as a pleasant hum spreads across me, promising more. “The person in question was skimming money from profits and paying a lower fee to the Akiyama Group. I went to chat with him, but he wasn’t willing to cooperate.”
Oh. This actually makes sense. I remember hearing about such a case from Leo. He was the one supposed to go, but he’d been in Tokyo with Chai, so Aran had to step in.
“Still, it was wrong of them to call you a dick-sucker, so I suppose they got what they had coming.”
Oooh. He definitely could’ve gone without killing that person, I’m sure of it. Beating him up a bit, scaring him, threatening to go after his cousin’s cattle would’ve done it. But no. Aran took the extreme approach just like a true murderous Daddy defending his sweet and innocent man.
The pressure against my hole grows, knocking all thoughts out of my head. Slowly, it breaches my rim, first one finger and shortly after, a second. It’s weird, the sensation confusing my body as it sends pain-pleasure signals to my brain.
“Relax for me, Tien,” Aran whispers, sucking on my earlobe.
The stretch is too much, but the fullness that comes with it heightens the pleasure, too. It’s like my body both wants and doesn’t want it, but soon enough I get used to the invasive sensation. Aran takes his time, slowly breaching me deeper as we kiss again. It’s languid and affectionate, so different from the hungry way in which we devoured each other earlier.
“That’s it,” he encourages when I experimentally move my hips so I can feel more of his fingers. “Show me what you want.”
It’s a little embarrassing at first, but the way my body quickly races toward the edge is a little addictive. Somewhere along the way, I lose the slight burn from the stretch, and that slows me down. I want to come, but I can’t because having Aran fuck me with his fingers is simply not enough anymore.
Clasping his arm with my hand, I halt him. His darkness-possessed eyes meet mine, otherworldly in the way that tiny wild sparks glimmer in them.
“I want to feel more… Of you.” I flush, sure that this time there’s no hiding it. “I want to come, Aran. And I want to make you come, too.”
He nods, but it’s barely perceptible to me because of the reverent look on his face. My breath catches in my throat, my body vibrating to have him. He’ll make it good for me, I can see it written all over his face. In this moment, for him, it’s all about me.
“What will I do with you?” he mumbles, kissing my forehead.
I don’t know what he means, but I am too mesmerized to question it either. It’s like I’m standing in front of a magical fairy that’s just cast a spell on me. The fond smile on his face melts my heart, the way he lovingly touches me and repositions us as he lines up his cock, steals my ability to do more than feel.
With my legs held over his shoulders, he sinks inside me carefully. It’s a deliberate move, his hips canting forward ever so slowly. The thickness of his shaft is incomparable to his two fingers, more intense and more invasive. But it also feels good in a way that it didn’t before. It touches something in me, baring me and my deepest and shameless desires to this man.
He accepts it all without rushing me. He lets me get used to the stretch and the burn, to the nerve-tickling fullness that having him inside me unleashes across me.
“I’ll move now, slowly. Tell me if you want me to stop at any point.”
The gentleness in his voice, the love in his gaze brings tears to my eyes. But I hold them back, nodding and smiling so he can know how much I want this. To be one with him.
“You are beautiful, Tien, so much so it makes me want to cry.”
I’m there with him, delirious as the pleasure overwhelms the leftover pain. I’m so full of him, both in my heart and my body, and I let myself show it as I begin to move with him. He picks up the pace, once again reading me as if he knows me better than I know myself, and places one hand flat against my navel.
I willingly give myself over to him from that point on, asking for more and taking everything he’s willing to give me. It’s my first time, and it’s perfect.
The pressure builds up, and it doesn’t take me long to tip over the edge. It’s crazy and intense and stars fill up my vision. We come right after each other, my climax triggering his. He pulls out and removes the condom, painting me his with his cum as I fight to catch my breath. I’m sticky and sweaty all over, but I am also too tired to care when I could be cuddling him instead.
“Come to bed, Aran,” I say, yawning.
