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“What?”

“You heard me, Jett. Did you get yourself all ready for him, just in case he wanted to eat you out?”

Jett tried to get up off the table, but Aaron pressed him down. He stroked Jett’s hole with his finger. “Tell me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“I got myself ready for him.”

Aaron slapped Jett’s other cheek so hard his hand tingled, then dropped to his knees. He spread Jett’s cheeks, then pressed his face forward to get to his goal. He flicked Jett’s opening with his tongue, making him squirm and whine before pushing forward, breaking the seal. The shudder that went through Jett almost knocked him back, but he held Jett’s hips steady, and satisfied his craving.

He lapped Jett’s delicate pink hole. He dived deep, then barely touched, and he twisted his tongue, even daring to use his teeth on Jett’s rim. He loved eating Jett’s ass, loved the feel of it, the texture, the heat, every soft broken sound it earned him. Jett whimpered and whined and panted all kinds of curse words Aaron had never heard him speak before.

He wrecked Jett with his tongue until he was a shivering, incoherent mess, then got back to his feet.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Aaron said, and he looked around the room. “Lube, where’s lube?”

Jett’s hand shook as he pointed to his pile of discarded clothes. Aaron leaned over him, kissed his shoulder, then went to get Jett’s lube.

There was a packet tucked into his wallet, along with a few notes. Aaron thanked God Jett was prepared, but then he froze, realizing the lube was meant for Marlon to use.

He went back to Jett collapsed over the desk and reached for the collar on his neck. It was too loose, and he needed it tighter. He adjusted the notches, then tested it with his fingers. He leaned back, satisfied.

“This lube wasn’t for me, was it?”

Jett whined—it morphed into a moan when Aaron slapped his ass again.

“It was for him, wasn’t it?” Aaron gritted his teeth. “No, he’s not getting his hands on you, or his cock inside you.”

“I don’t want his hands or cock.”

“Do you want mine?”

“Yes, God yes.”

Aaron lathered up his cock with the lube, smeared it over Jett’s entrance, then massaged the tender skin inside with his fingers. Jett panted, arching his back, giving Aaron more to work with.

“When I came in, I saw you at the bar with him. I actually contemplated leaving, letting him have you.”

Aaron took hold of his cock and lined himself up. “Never again…”

His eyes rolled back into his head when he pushed inside. Jett’s ass grabbed him, squeezed him, warmed him up. Aaron yanked Jett back by the collar, getting him to stand up. He gripped Jett’s hip with one hand and held his body snug to his chest with his other, and then he started rocking his hips. Jett’s ass was made for his cock, and it took him beautifully. He used Jett, selfishly chasing his own orgasm in the tight channel. He kissed the side of Jett’s neck, then huffed in displeasure when he could get his tongue under the collar.

“You think you could do another notch for me?” he said by Jett’s ear.

Jett nodded.

“Good boy.”

Aaron stopped rocking, forced Jett forward, then adjusted the tightness of the collar. He couldn’t get his fingers under the leather anymore and could see it pressing against Jett’s Adam’s apple.

“You sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Jett whispered.

Aaron kissed the side of his face, then resumed his slow fucking. He closed his eyes, loving the feeling of Jett around him, Jett’s body giving in, and letting him push deep inside. He moved his hand from Jett’s hip, to his stomach, and pressed down, where his prostate was, inches away on the inside. Jett went all shivery and leaned back into Aaron. He wheezed for breath, and Aaron could see the side of his face, restricted oxygen and desperation turning his skin pink.