“Please. Let me touch you.”
Aaron broke the rules. Ah, RJ’s sweet, angel slut of a teacher had broken the rules.
“No,” RJ said firmly, rising up and sliding down so that Aaron groaned and shook beneath him. “You broke the rules, baby. I’ll have to punish you now. I’m sorry.”
Aaron quaked, his muscles jumping and twitching from his thighs to his stomach. Even his arms jerked and trembled where he held them stretched out to touch the headboard. The toy was still shoved inside him, and RJ could imagine how overwhelmed Aaron was. Just having Aaron’s cock inside him was intense, especially the raw heat of no barrier between them.
RJ gripped Aaron’s nipples and twisted, pinching hard enough to make him yell as he rode Aaron’s cock up and down. He watched as Aaron struggled not to let go of the headboard while trying not to come and not to cry with pain.
“Oh, baby, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” RJ said, his cock slapping against Aaron’s stomach and then bouncing up to slap against his own. Each jolt of flesh on flesh was a sweet pleasure, yet he wasn’t close to coming. Not yet. He never could come with a dick in his ass. Other men loved the prostate action, and he loved watching them get off on it—especially Aaron—but for him, it was always too much, and he couldn’t get there no matter how hard he tried.
He tried harder.
Driving Aaron to sobs as he rode him, RJ had no doubt Aaron would be begging if he wasn’t entirely incoherent. He finally relented, knowing what he wanted even more than he wanted to torture Aaron with pleasure and pain.
RJ left off twisting Aaron’s nipples and bent low to whisper in his ear, “Come for me, Mr. Danvers.”
Aaron shuddered, his pale chest blotched red from lust, sobs, and pain, his mouth ruddy and slick with kisses, his cheeks wet with tears. His cock grew harder in RJ’s ass, and he let go of the headboard, gripping the sheets and screaming as he convulsed before tearing off the tie to stare at RJ with ecstasy-wild eyes. Hot pulses of Aaron’s come emptied into RJ.
Staring into Aaron’s beautiful face, so earnest and desperate, RJ’s heart burst with affection. They’d trusted each other with their bodies, passion, and truth. And their trust. Yes, this between them, was the epitome of trust.
And love…love was trust.
Aaron didn’t knowhow much more he could take. He was overwhelmed with sensation and had just shot deep into RJ’s sexy, lithe body. He’d never felt anything like the hot, velvet, slippery heat of RJ’s ass. He’d never imagined he could feel so sated and adored as he did after being hurt so good and then ridden like an animal.
But it wasn’t over, apparently, even though he was a limp ragdoll of too much sensation. RJ was down between his legs, removing the giant plug that had stimulated his prostate through the whole, beautiful ordeal, and Aaron was too shaky and dazed to know where pleasure started and pain began.
As RJ rose up, his cock slick and hard, he pushed Aaron’s limp legs up to his shoulders and slid right into him. Aaron moaned, his dick somehow twitching and growing slightly hard again as RJ settled in with his cock buried deep inside.
“Holy fuck,” RJ whimpered. “That’s…oh, fuck, baby. It feels so good being inside you like this.”
Aaron’s ass convulsed on RJ’s cock, his nipples pinging with an echoing pleasure as if connected somehow. His heart raced with joy. RJ was inside him, raw and bare, skin on skin. Aaron shivered, excited and desperate to fully know what this all meant. Because there was no denying it. This penetration, this bareness, meantmore. He didn’t know if he was allowed to talk yet, and he knew for sure he couldn’t take any more “punishment” tonight. He needed to be held. He wondered if he was allowed to ask for that.
RJ said softly, “I’m safe wording for you now, okay? Hermey.”
Aaron blinked at him in confusion, shivering when RJ rolled his hips, setting up a beautiful, slow pace.
RJ nuzzled his ear. “The rules are done now. The game is over. It’s just us again. RJ and Aaron. No more Mr. Danvers and his dirty former student. Just me and you, baby. Just me and you.”
Aaron nodded slowly, warmth spreading through him so solidly that it was almost like a blanket covering them both, blocking out everything but the sweetness in RJ’s gaze as he stared down at him and the rightness of his cock pushing and pulling inside, and the soul-shivering bliss of his prostate being stroked, and the way it was building, building, building up inside…
“I’m going to come,” Aaron gasped, shocked to think it was going to happen again so soon.
“Then come, baby.” RJ kept himself to a steady pace that made Aaron’s insides thump with pleasure.
It broke over Aaron, the shouting, shaking, anal-orgasm pleasure that he’d rarely experienced. It pounded him with pleasure, leaving him soft and open and aching for more.
“Oh, holy shit,” RJ murmured. “Aaron, you with me?”
Aaron nodded, his eyes rolled up in his head. He was with him—that was the only place he could ever be, right here, legs on RJ’s shoulders and his body an instrument for RJ Blitz’s cock.
“Let’s do it again,” RJ said, and Aaron didn’t need the rules to not speak now, he was already tipping over into another shuddering wave, feeling as though his very cells were shattering and realigning and shattering all over again.
RJ held him close, pumping in and out, kissing his neck, murmuring things that Aaron didn’t understand. Then, just as another beautiful and terrifying jittering grip of bliss left his body, RJ rose up, fucked into him hard and fast, and yelled.
His expression was ecstatic as he stared down at Aaron, his body rigid for a long moment as his orgasm clutched him. He groaned and twitched, pumping hot, slick heat into Aaron’s body.
Aaron held RJ close, tasting his sweat and spit and holding his pleasure cries in his heart. “Don’t leave me,” he whispered. “Don’t go.”
