Beginners luck, p.17
Beginner's Luck, page 17
Aaron’s smile turned sultry as he licked his lips and moved closer. “You’ll have to tell me what to wear.”
Jay gave Aaron a suggestive leer before closing the rest of the distance between them, his lips hovering above the curve of Aaron’s neck. He let his breath fan over the skin, delighting in the soft hitch in Aaron’s breath before whispering into his ear.
“It really doesn’t matter. You won’t have it on long enough for me to notice.”
Chapter 21
AARON
Aaron alternated between staring out the window and fidgeting with his phone the entire ride to Jay’s house. Their first time had happened organically, in the heat of the moment, driven by passion rather than careful negotiation. Would introducing rules and boundaries change the dynamic? Would Jay treat him differently now that he knew about Aaron’s inexperience?
He hadn’t seemed upset at Aaron’s revelation. Maybe he’d already suspected, or maybe he had an amazing poker face, but either way, the weight of Aaron’s secret had been lifted.
All week, errant thoughts of Jay resulted in jolts of excitement followed by immediate clouds of apprehension. Aaron avoided them by throwing himself into work and last-minute arrangements at the apartment. He went so far as to go out shopping for window curtains that matched the couch, as well as a set of ridiculous sheets with dinosaurs for the guest bedroom. If Mark didn’t appreciate them, Rachel would.
There was nothing he could do to distract himself now. He was minutes away from walking into either the hottest night of his life or the most awkward. It didn’t help that he was starting to feel a tenderness toward Jay, a gooey feeling that had little to do with lust and everything to do with Jay’s affable personality and soothing presence.
But that wasn’t what tonight was about. This was an arrangement. It wasn’t romantic.
Just an arrangement.
Aaron rang the doorbell and concentrated on repeating the mantra, but it flew out of his head as soon as the door opened.
The Jay from Friday night had been exquisite, the neatly polished look of his suit giving him an air of authority and haughtiness.
The Jay greeting him at the door was the complete opposite. A white tank top clung to his torso, sweat darkening the fabric across his chest and showing off dark chest hair. He wore gray shorts, their lightweight fabric rumpled from a workout. Every inch of his delicious bare skin was glistening with sweat, and Aaron yearned to lick it off. He could almost taste the salty flavor on his tongue.
This was not a polished man. This Jay was rugged, almost primal in his masculinity. Strength and virility radiated from him, and Aaron was both excited and terrified of what was to come.
He couldn’t wait to get started.
“Am I early?” Aaron asked, walking into the house. Jay must have just gotten home from the gym and hadn’t had time to get ready. Not that Aaron minded the delectable display.
“Nope, you’re good.” Jay smirked and steered him to the living room. “This is the space we’ll be in. Feel free to move around and check it out. I want you to be comfortable.”
Aaron glanced around, quickly realizing that even without wall art or plants, it was nothing like the bachelor pad Jay had led him to expect. A large brown leather sofa dominated the room, and a glass-top coffee table that lived in front of it, judging by the indents in the carpet, was pushed against the wall, creating an open space. Tastefully arranged bookshelves and a large entertainment system lined the walls.
“Your home is lovely,” Aaron said, hiding a smile. “I’ll get you a fern for Christmas to finish the look.”
Jay’s eyes crinkled in the corners, and he gestured for Aaron to follow him into the kitchen. “Let’s talk for a bit first.”
“Of course.” Aaron plopped down on a stool by the counter, mesmerized by the unusual light fixture. Dozens of tiny glowing spheres descended from the ceiling, casting a soft light on the dark wood finish of the cabinets. It gave the room a cozy feel. “Your kitchen is awesome.”
“It came with the house,” Jay deadpanned and paused, a flash of nervousness coming across his face. “I have something for you.”
He pushed a white linen bag toward Aaron—exactly like the one he’d walked out of Suede Dreams with, only smaller. Aaron reached in and pulled out two gorgeous leather cuffs, embossed with floral patterns and adorned with metal clasps. After running his fingertips across the raised surface, he turned to Jay for an explanation, confused by what appeared to be an extremely generous gift.
“I know you prefer a very clear separation between the scene and real life,” Jay said softly. “We both agree that my dominance starts and ends within the scene, but I figured you might like to have a visual cue. Since you don’t strike me as someone who’d wear a collar, I think this is a good substitute.” He gently took the cuffs from Aaron. “When you put these on, the scene starts, and I’m in control. As soon as they come off, the control is all yours.”
“That’s really thoughtful,” Aaron whispered, trying to keep his emotions at bay. Jay understood him, really understood him, and the gooey tenderness he’d been trying to contain spread across his chest.
“Oh! And there’s this neat thing.” Jay connected the clasps and tugged. “They can double as restraints.”
“Damn, Jay. They’re beautiful. And fucking expensive. I’ll pay you back.”
“Aaron, it’s a gift.”
“And it’s one of the best gifts I’ve ever received, but I also remember how much these cost at the store.”
“Aaron.” Jay’s voice became low and stern. “It’s a gift.”
Aaron swayed as desire surged through him from the command in Jay’s Dom voice. He nodded wordlessly.
“Good. Now, would you like some water? Do you want to hang out for a bit before we start?”
“I’m ready.” Aaron’s voice was hoarse with anticipation.
“In that case, put them on and join me in the living room in two minutes.” He gave Aaron a lingering look and disappeared behind the door.
Aaron’s fingers quivered as he undid the clasps and slid the cuffs on. The soft leather hugged his wrists, and as soon as they snapped shut, he felt different. Free.
This newfound freedom was intoxicating. He was no longer in control, but it wasn’t scary, because Jay would never take advantage of him, would never hurt him. They’d only met a month ago, but Aaron already trusted Jay down to his bones. Enough to share pieces of himself no one else knew about. Enough to show up at his house and make himself the most vulnerable he’d ever been.
He glanced at the clock on the microwave, took a deep breath, and stepped through the doorway.
Jay was reclined on the couch, arms draped along the backrest, looking completely at ease.
“Stand here.” Jay gestured to the open space in front of him, and Aaron shivered before obeying.
“Take off your clothes.” Jay’s low voice was aloof, almost bored, and tendrils of want slithered through Aaron’s groin as he followed the command. He tossed his clothes to the side as they came off, quickly stripping down to his underwear. His erection was obvious, bulging the thin fabric, straining to be free.
Jay raised an eyebrow, and the last shred of Aaron’s inhibitions vanished as he took off his briefs and added them to the pile.
Silence stretched. Aaron stood motionless while Jay studied him, taking his time, his gaze lingering between Aaron’s legs. Finally, Jay made a twirling motion with one finger. “Turn around.”
Aaron spun in place and shut his eyes. Embarrassment at being examined was creeping in, making him even harder.
“Bend over and spread yourself for me.”
Aaron moaned at the filthy directive. Shame and arousal flooded him at presenting himself in such a wanton way. He bent down and shuffled his legs apart before spreading himself open. Cool air swirled around his hole, and he clenched in anticipation.
This position let Jay see everything. As if to emphasize that, Jay reached out and traced a path down Aaron’s crease, tapping at the tight ring of muscle. “I like to see what’s mine before I play with it.”
There was a rustle of movement, but Aaron didn’t dare look back, staying in the same spot.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
Aaron scrambled into position and waited. He was vulnerable in the most delicious way, unsure of what to expect, yet convinced that it would be everything he’d ever wanted.
Jay came around and squatted in front of Aaron with a black silicone dildo in his hand, its blunt tip glistening with a few drops of lube. “Can you take this without prep?”
Aaron considered its size and nodded. “Slowly, but yes, I can.” As much as he wanted to give up every bit of control and let Jay use him, he appreciated the check-in.
Jay disappeared behind him. Seconds later, he felt a cool pressure at his entrance and forced himself to relax and allow the intrusion. Jay moved carefully but forcefully, not giving Aaron enough time to get used to the burn as the toy inched deeper. Aaron groaned and rocked into Jay’s powerful thrusts. Without prep and with barely any lube, the sensations were turning painful in the most perfect way.
His body was no longer his. It was Jay’s—to hurt, to please, to use however he wanted. Aaron let out a sob as pain and pleasure warred within him—as one intensified, so did the other, until the world narrowed down to nothing but the satisfying torture at Jay’s hands.
“Fuck, look at you. Your slutty hole is swallowing this dildo right up. You’re aching to be stuffed with a thick dick, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Yes. Please.” Aaron babbled mindlessly, impaling himself on the last inch. It felt impossibly thick, splitting him open, making his heated skin prickle with desire.
“Sit up.”
Aaron straightened and sat on his heels. The movement brought fresh waves of agony along with a devastating pressure on his prostate. He shuddered and made a noise, something between a moan and a wail, needy and pathetic. A single thought lingered as his mind drifted into a hazy fog. This is what I’ve always wanted.
“Arms back.” Jay leaned down to clasp the cuffs together, restraining Aaron’s arms behind his back.
Aaron opened his watering eyes and looked down at himself. Flushed skin, pebbled nipples, hard cock jutting out and leaking on the carpet. He looked obscene. Desperate and helpless, especially compared to the muscled god towering above him.
“You look so good on your knees. Willing to do anything. Hungry for whatever I give you.” Jay’s voice slipped to dark and dangerous, and Aaron would have gladly agreed if he still had the ability to speak.
“I just got home from the gym. Haven’t had a chance to shower yet.” Jay hooked his thumbs in the waistband and dropped his shorts in a single motion. His mouthwatering balls—huge and furry—were right at Aaron’s eye level, making it clear what came next. A shiver of anticipation rocked Aaron’s body, and he licked his lips.
“Fuck, you’re a thirsty little thing. Get in there and lick me clean. Put that greedy, wet tongue to good use, and you’ll get a reward.”
Aaron didn’t need anything else. This was already the greatest reward he could have. As he shuffled closer, scraping his knees against the carpet, Jay widened his stance. His heavy sack swung low, so mouthwatering that Aaron’s nipples throbbed with arousal. He inched between Jay’s legs and craned his neck until his face was buried in Jay’s groin.
The intoxicating scent made his head swim as he pressed his nose to the juncture between Jay’s thigh and pelvis and took a deep breath.
Fuck, he’d never been more turned on in his life.
His tongue darted out and traced the seam of Jay’s scrotum. He took his time to savor the texture of the crinkled skin and short prickly hairs before his restraint snapped, and he started lapping up the sharp salty flavor. Careful not to miss a single spot, he thoroughly laved up to the base of Jay’s dick before making a path to the taint, where the musk was at its strongest.
His mind went blank. He moved on instinct, driven wild with lust by the pheromones that overwhelmed his every sense. This was heaven. Better than any fantasy he could come up with. He wished he could stay there forever, allowed to lick every drop of sweat from Jay’s skin.
Above, Jay kept up a stream of dirty talk interspersed with a few soft groans vibrating through his body. It was all the proof Aaron needed to know Jay was enjoying every second.
As was Aaron. He didn’t want to stop. After licking Jay clean, he opened his mouth wide and let both testicles rest on his tongue. He could barely breathe around them, but he refused to let that stop him. Swirling his tongue around, he ruffled short, bristly hairs back and forth while sucking softly.
Jay gasped and shuddered, burrowing his fingers into Aaron’s hair and gripping by the roots. Aaron luxuriated in the sting of pain, the fullness of the thick dildo breaching his hole, and the musky, heavy balls cutting off his airway. When his vision blurred from lack of oxygen, he reluctantly let go and leaned back for a breath.
His new position put him inches away from Jay’s cock, and he surged forward, hungry for a taste, wrapping his lips around the glistening tip. He sucked greedily, relishing the salty bitterness, until Jay pulled his head back and forced his gaze upward. Even slightly distorted and fuzzy around the edges, Jay’s face was one of the most beautiful things Aaron had ever seen.
Jay stepped back, putting distance between them. “I’m going to go take a shower. You will stay right here.”
Aaron whimpered at the prospect of being left alone, on his knees, hard and desperate. Jay smirked at him and stepped back to open a drawer. He pulled something out, shielding it from view. His erection bobbed between his legs as he walked back, and Aaron eyed it hopefully.
The tangy flavor of Jay’s precome lingered on his tongue, and Aaron wanted more. He would crawl across the whole house on his knees and kiss Jay’s feet for another taste. The memory of choking on Jay’s dick at the club flashed through his mind, jolting through him like an electric current.
Jay ignored his hopeful expression, instead wrapping his hand around Aaron’s neck to pull him up. The hold was gentle but firm, nowhere close to restricting his breathing, only showing ownership. He let Jay guide him, surprised to find himself with his back pressed against the wall.
Jay leaned down and licked a wide stripe across Aaron’s pec, then blew cold air on it, making his nipple painfully sensitive. With a sinister look, Jay revealed a pair of nipple clamps, deftly pinching one in place. He repeated the process on the other side, then tugged on them lightly. Aaron threw his head back, hitting the wall, and gasped with pleasure. The clamps weren’t tight or painful, but his raw nerves screamed at every point of contact.
“I was going to put a cock ring on you to make sure you were nice and hard for me when I got back, but I don’t think it’ll be an issue.” Jay tapped a finger right on Aaron’s slit. “Now, back on your knees.”
As Aaron slid down, shifting his weight to get comfortable, a silky blindfold settled across his face and plunged him into darkness. With a metallic click, his arms were released from their restraints, but before he could question it, something soft and elastic wrapped around his wrists. It was Jay’s safety-conscious way of making sure he could easily get out in an emergency. Aaron didn’t have time to process the considerate gesture before Jay whispered, “Enjoy,” and his footsteps faded away.
The muffled sounds of the shower let Aaron know he was alone. He’d been on the edge of floating into subspace since the moment his knees hit the floor, and now he could really sink into it. Savor it. In the darkness of the blindfold, there was nothing to do but focus on the sensations.
He shifted to bump the base of the dildo against his heel, causing a fresh jolt of ecstasy and pain.
His head lolled as he surrendered himself to the haze.
Chapter 22
JAY
Hot water rained down on Jay as he rushed to wash away the sweat. He wanted to give Aaron a chance to take a breath and focus on the physical sensations, but even without the restraints, it wasn’t safe to leave him alone for long. He gave himself five minutes, just enough time to scrub down and thoroughly cleanse the areas Aaron would be coming in contact with. He wanted to be squeaky clean for what came next.
The razor on the shower shelf taunted him. Jay had stopped shaving and trimming after reading through Aaron’s kink list, and as weird as it was to leave his body hair alone for the first time in years, the hunger in Aaron’s eyes as he flicked his talented tongue back and forth across Jay’s scratchy pubes had been worth it.
He finished the quick shower and hurriedly toweled off, taking care not to touch his painfully hard dick more than necessary. He’d been on edge ever since Aaron stuffed his balls into that sinful, wet mouth, and he needed to hold out a while longer.
He wasn’t sure he could. Aaron was so responsive, reacting to every touch, and Jay found it was impossible to keep himself in check.
He still couldn’t believe his luck. Reading through Aaron’s list of kinks felt like Christmas morning. Their preferences matched in almost every way, and Jay had a lot of fun planning their scene. There were so many delicious things he was allowed to do to Aaron that choosing just one was its own kind of torment. He could flog him, increasing the intensity until Aaron was crying in pain, or spend the night torturing his nipples, or even tie up his entire body and fuck his face while edging him.
Aaron’s needy noises and sloppy licks as he’d greedily tasted Jay’s skin were proof he’d made the right choice. He gave Aaron what he craved without overwhelming him. It was only his second scene. The last thing Jay wanted was to scare Aaron off.
There’d been a moment, a single moment of hesitation, when Aaron had told him about being brand new to the lifestyle, when Jay wasn’t sure he could bring himself to be Aaron’s first Dom. But the shock had passed, eased by the memories of their impromptu night at the club. Aaron was no blushing virgin, and he seemed eager to experience everything Jay had to offer.
