Page 65 of Total Creative Control
When Lewis lifted his head, he smiled wickedly, before manoeuvring Aaron around with characteristic bossiness till the back of his knees hit the bed and he tumbled to the mattress with a huff of laughter, Lewis following. For a moment, they just lay there and stared at one another, Lewis’s powerful body pressing Aaron into the mattress, his blue gaze excited and wary and lustful all at once. And then Lewis shifted and began moving down Aaron’s body, mapping his path with tiny kisses. When he reached Aaron’s nipple, he circled the taut nub with his tongue, and Aaron surged up towards his mouth, needing more. With a hum of satisfaction, Lewis gave it to him, tugging at the little berry of flesh with his teeth, sucking it into his mouth.
Each sharp pull made pleasure reverberate through Aaron’s body, right down to his balls. When he arched beneath Lewis, groaning his pleasure, Lewis glanced up, his blue gaze glinting with satisfaction as he reached for Aaron’s other nipple.
“You’re sensitive,” he observed as he circled Aaron’s right nipple with his fingertip. He pinched it lightly, then slowly twisted, his gaze fixed on Aaron’s face, watching his reaction hungrily. Another helpless moan escaped Aaron’s throat, and his hips bucked in the air.
Lewis’s gaze was hot. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Look at you.” He twisted Aaron’s nipple again, then reached over to soothe it with his mouth, licking and teasing as Aaron panted and writhed beneath him.
Lewis continued his journey down, pressing more kisses as he went. When he reached Aaron’s jeans, he undid the buttons, then urged him to lift his hips, drawing off his jeans and boxers, then peeling off his socks, one by one.
“You’re gorgeous,” he breathed, his greedy gaze moving over Aaron’s lean, naked form.
Aaron swallowed, unable to speak. Instead, he watched as Lewis stood and quickly stripped off his own clothes, revealing smooth golden skin and neatly trimmed body hair. A thick, mouth-watering cock that bobbed temptingly.
Once he was naked, Lewis’s burning gaze returned to Aaron and Aaron found himself whispering, “Put the light out.”
Lewis was silent a moment. But then he turned away and hit the switch, and the forgiving velvet darkness enveloped them, the moonlight shining through the window silvering the edges of Lewis’s broad shoulders and strong profile.
Lewis’s shadow moved closer, the mattress dipping as he straddled Aaron’s hips and bent his head to take Aaron’s mouth in another long, drugging kiss, before shifting down to take up where he’d left off.
He trailed his tongue down Aaron’s belly, then nuzzled his face into Aaron’s groin, before leaning back and taking hold of his aching cock in a loose grip. He paused there, admiring Aaron’s dick, the warm huff of his breath making Aaron harden a tiny bit more when he’d have sworn that was impossible.
“Very nice,” Lewis murmured at last and lowered his head to swipe his tongue over the leaking head. “Hmmm.”
Aaron gasped, and Lewis chuckled, an indulgent, affectionately mocking sound that turned Aaron on in complicated ways, making him want to show Lewis just how desperate his desire was.
He arched up, begging for more. “Please.”
Lewis laughed again, but he gave him what wanted, taking Aaron’s cock deep into his mouth, letting it spear into his throat as his strong hands held Aaron’s hips ruthlessly down.
Aaron cried out, his hands going to Lewis’s head, clutching at his hair, his hips fighting Lewis’s tight grip even as he revelled in the unrelenting control. Lewis’s mouth was warm and clasping, his throat like a glove, his fingers pressing bruises into Aaron’s skin that he never wanted to fade.
“Oh fuck, you’d better stop—I’m going to come if you don’t,” Aaron stuttered out. “And I want to come with you inside me.”
Lewis pulled off him with a lusty slurp and looked up. Aaron’s eyes had grown used to the dark now. In the moonlight, he saw that Lewis wore that wicked smile that was so goddamned attractive but also so… so endearinglyboyish. Just for an instant, Aaron had the strangest feeling of being weirdly older and wiser than Lewis, even though he was seven years younger.
Of wanting to protect him.
His heart twisted, and a tiny part of his brain thought,Oh God, maybe this was a mistake. But then Lewis was moving up the bed, his gaze intent on Aaron, and all Aaron’s doubts fled.
Lewis stretched towards the bedside table and rattled open the drawer, returning with a bottle of expensive-looking lube and a box of condoms. Opening the bottle, he drizzled it over his fingers. As he reached down between Aaron’s open thighs, he kissed him again, penetrating his mouth and his hole at the same time, making Aaron gasp into his mouth.
He certainly knew what he was doing. Distracting Aaron with deep kisses while he gradually, patiently, opened him up, somehow magically replenishing the lube without Aaron even noticing. All Aaron was aware of was the gradual, intensely pleasurable stretch and Lewis kissing him, Lewis’s scent all around him.
By the time Lewis was sitting back on his heels to slide on a condom, Aaron was teetering on the edge of orgasm.
Lewis’s gaze travelled over Aaron’s lean, moonlit body.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed.
Aaron wanted to say,No, you are, but he stayed quiet and pliant, watching as Lewis took hold of his right leg and hitched it up, opening him with practiced ease as he shifted forward on his knees, lining his cock up with Aaron’s stretched hole.
“Yes,” Aaron whispered, arching up. “Fuck me, please.”
He saw how much Lewis liked that, the flash of satisfaction in his eyes. And then Lewis was pressing inside him, his gaze on Aaron as he slowly slid deep, and deeper.
Aaron groaned, canting his hips up to ease the way, relishing all of it. The stretching, shoving brutality of it, and the reaching, insidious pleasure, and the other, deeper pleasure of it being Lewis. Lewis inside him.
“You feel amazing,” Lewis breathed. He shifted so that he was lying on top of Aaron instead of on his knees. He was still holding up Aaron’s right thigh with one big hand as he fucked into him.