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"And then I'd probably start focussing on the head. That spot right under it." I tightened my fingers and then pushed my thumb down lightly on the spot before working it up and down. "Yeah, that's it, Jules. Just like that. God, love, that feels so fucking good."
I swallowed down a cruel smile when I pulled away and watched him collapse on the bed, panting, his dick twitching for more, before I rolled over to the bedside table. Ever the sexual pragmatists, the people of Sanctuary; there was lube and a few other intriguing items in there. I fished a couple out and then rolled back to him.
"Get on your hands and knees, soldier."
He shot me a quizzical look, but a hard dick was obviously a suitable incentive for him to do as I wanted without questioning. Something settled inside me as I saw him do as I asked. This was all for fun, and I'd never make him do anything he didn't want, but seeing him follow my orders helped replace some of the sense of agency I felt I'd lost today.
He looked beautiful like this. His muscles taut and quivering under my hand as I rubbed his back and glutes, not a scrap of fat on him.
"Spread your legs," I said, slapping my hand down on his butt when he hesitated. He jumped, but I saw the spasmodic twitch of his cock. Was he into that? Did he want me to smack his arse until it was red? I sat back on my heels, undoing the lid of the lube and meditating on his splendid form. I'd read plenty of BDSM mummy porn over the years, but never in a million years thought I'd be in a position to indulge with someone like Aaron. I rubbed my hand over the spot I'd slapped. A conversation for another time, I thought, and then poured some lube on my palm.
His groan was long and low when my slick hand grabbed his cock. I worked it in slow corkscrewing motions that had all the muscles in his legs and back popping with the effort of holding still. His breath came in short pants when he let it come. Then I shuffled closer and brushed my other lube-soaked fingers over his arse.
“How about this? Would you do this?”
"Jules..." he pleaded, and I knew what for.
He gasped, going very still except for the twitch of his cock. I circled that sensitive bunch of muscles in smaller and smaller circles, waiting until I felt it all relax before pushing the tip of a finger in.
The sounds he made were something I'd never heard from him—part surprise, part joy, part sensual surrender. They got louder as I ventured in deeper.
Brandon and I had chatted about it, one post-coital moment a while ago. He and Aaron got it on rarely, but I admit, it fascinated me. Particularly when they had hands free orgasms with startling regularity. Was it just the sensation of a dick in the arse that made it so hot, they blew spontaneously?
"The prostate, Jules. You master that, and any guy will fall at your feet. The most mind-blowing, eye crossingly, 'come like a feckless teen' type of orgasm a man can have. You girls can keep on going, but we can have super O's, if you know how to manipulate it right."
He'd talked me through the process with a twinkle in his eye, the two of us too tired to do much about it at the time, but I had been curious. I thrust my finger in and out in time with my strokes of Aaron’s dick, pulling back as his grunts got louder and louder. I pushed another slick fingertip against the tight ring of muscle, listening to his babbled pleas before pushing in.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he yelped.
"Are you OK?"
"Good, so good. Yes, Jules, like that."
I tightened my hand on his swollen length, which just pulled more languorous cries from him, the lube stopping my palm from grabbing at his skin and providing a tight sleeve around his dick. Then I moved my fingers inside him, attentive to what Brandon had told me.
"A tight bundle of nerves. There's no way you won't know when you hit it. Seriously, if the guy you're with doesn't start praying to whatever deity he follows and seeing the gods themselves, there's something wrong."
"That good? Is that why you like being on the receiving end of anal?"
"I like being on the receiving end sometimes, with someone who actually knows what they're doing. Some like being just used as a cock sleeve, but not me. If you're going to split me open, make me see stars or I'm out." He cocked an eyebrow at me. "Something you could do if you have a mind to."
"That a suggestion or an order, Doc?"
He rolled over until he loomed over me on his hands and knees. "Whichever one you want it to be, sweetheart."
Bingo, I felt something swollen under my fingertips. He yelped when I brushed over it, then cried out as I curled my fingers and stroked. I smirked as Aaron went completely offline. He made noises more like an animal, unable to form any sort of words anymore. I glanced at the door, worried everyone would come stampeding in. He was letting loose, an
d it was kinda beautiful to see as he just gave himself totally up to pleasure. His hips jerked spasmodically now, and then his cock began to drool.
"It's an entirely different process than coming," Brandon said, a little shiver going down his spine. "It sounds gross, but your cock leaks cum. It oozes out as you just build and build and build to the most insane orgasm. It's like the cum is sucked out of your balls."
Aaron was rigid within my grip, the veins along his length clearly picked out, rubbing against my palm as I sped up. We were racing now, the wet patch on the bed growing and growing. I pressed down harder on the swollen gland inside him, making sure my fingers circled the whole thing.
"Jules...coming."
His entire body shook as the cum jetted out of him, spraying all across the bed. He flinched when I pulled my fingers out—which worried me a little—but he jerked away and threw me down on the bed, covering me with his body. His mouth smashed against mine, his tongue forced between my lips, his hands tangling in my hair. He drew back slightly and said, "That's was fucking intense."
"I wanted to make you feel good."
