WORKING

Jack’s Pov

Aaron was looking at me.

As my finger slid into him up to the hilt and he let out a surprised moan, his eyes found me. My

heart rate sped up, and, weirdly… I wanted to take a picture of the look on his face.

The pleased surprise was the most evident, eyes glittering with the new sensation. But there

was also this other thing, this… awe tangled in, like he was thankful for what I was doing to him.

He needed to stop looking at me like that.

I quickly took out my finger and, still lazily stroking his dick, I pushed into him.

I knew it.

I stifled a small groan as he he tried to suck me in more. I knew, just from my finger, that he

would feel good. But I was barely in his hole when he froze again, his eyes falling closed.

He wasn't okay. “Stop?”

“No, no,” he forced out through gritted teeth.

I sighed, chastising myself for rushing again. I needed him slack, relaxed. I should have worked

more fingers into him first, or the best way, given him an orgasm. I hadn’t even used lube, what

was I thinking?

But I knew what I was thinking.

I was thinking that I didn't want him looking at me like that so I wanted this over with. I hadn’t

hung the moon in the sky or carved the first wheel. I was a whore being very professional and

doing his job.

I pulled out of him, standing. I’d only taken two steps before he asked, “Where are you going?”

Back to that edge of the bed again. I slid a bottle of lube out from underneath it and showed it to

him as I came back.

“Oh. Okay.”I got down to my knees, and Aaron nervously adjusted himself, hands braced on the bed behind

his back. Gently grabbing him by the waist to pull him closer, I popped open the cap and

plopped a hearty dollop of lube on his dick, rubbing it in.

This caused a bead of precum to settle at the top of his dick and without thinking, I leaned down

and licked it off.

Aaron gasped, his hips stuttering, seeking the warmth of my mouth. I smirked, rumbled words

escaping me before I could stop them. “You wanna fuck my mouth.”

“I— I'm sorry, I don't know what came… It just felt good and I— ” he sighed.

That wasn't a no.

I grinned, all the warning I gave before I swallowed his dick.

“Fuck,” Aaron whimpered, involuntarily thrusting into my mouth so he hit the back of my throat.

“Sorry,” he moaned, not sounding sorry at all.

I chuckled around his dick, knowing he'd feel the vibrations. He fell backward on the bed with a

drawn out groan, pushing more of himself into my mouth. I’d taken most of him but I couldn't

anymore, my cheeks stretched to the max around him.

Adding a palm around the base of his shaft, I began pumping him in and out of my mouth,

moving my hands in tandem. His hands found my hair and he grabbed onto it like an anchor,

whimpering sounds spilling out of his lips.

I could bet he hadn't received a blowjob before.

I swirled my tongue around his slit, feeling a stir in my dick as he came in my mouth. He gasped

and tried to pull away but I held his thighs down, my throat working in a continuous swallow.

Wow. He had a lot to give and he tasted kind of nice too, softly tangy.

I raised my head, his dick flopping out of my mouth. I used my tongue to lick off a drop of cum

from the side of my lips and I saw it twitch.

I glanced at his face. He seemed spent.

I nodded to myself when he didn't tense like he had when I slid a finger into him again. A drawn

out whine was all the reaction I got when I added in a second finger, pumping in and out.

He was ready.Quickly slathering my dick with the lube, I straddled him again, slowly sliding in, immediately

looking for my golden egg. I watched his face, as I went in inch by inch, making sure he was

fine.

Somehow, all thoughts of hurting him dying this part for revenge had evaporated from my mind.

I was still livid about throwing up in the cafeteria in front of everyone but I had shelved that for

right now.

There.

Aaron's back arched up the bed, his mouth open but no sound coming out of it. I was pretty sure

I saw his eyes roll backward a little too.

I pulled back a little, unable to help the smirk that jumped my face as I drove into his prostate

again before his back could even flatten against the bed.

This time a half whine, half cry fell from his lips and he grabbed the sheets, a line of drool

leaking from the side of his mouth.

I felt myself hardening even more inside him. I was going to enjoy this.

He would tell me to stop with only half-formed word while helping to fuck himself on my dick. I

would stimulate that nub of nerves so much he’d want to run away from the pleasure while still

seeking it out.

But I wouldn't let him, not until I was fucking done with him.