Page 104 of Say It Again
Aaron blinked. After a few moments, his brows knitted together as his face morphed into a cocky smile. “Wow. Look at how badly you want me. Why do you think that is?”
Daniel rolled his eyes so hard he could swear he accessed another dimension. “I don’t know, Aaron. Because I have unaddressed mental health issues?”
“You wanna know what I think?”
“No.”
“I think—”
“Cool. So you’ll be telling me anyway.”
“I think I turn you on in a way no one else can even touch.” Aaron crawled on top of him, and Daniel instinctively spread his legs because they just fit so perfectly that way. “I think it’s everything. The way I look. The way I fuck—”
“The way you annoy me?”
“The way I own you, Daniel Greene.”
Pain lashed through Daniel’s limbs and his eyes shot open when Aaron pushed a finger inside him. He tried to breathe, but he should’ve known he’d be far too tense.
“Oh, sweetheart.” Aaron’s forehead creased, but a smirk tilted his lips. “I thought you could handle at least that much. Can you not?”
Daniel glared. “I can handle anything,” he said through gritted teeth, because he must really have mental health issues. “Anything.”
“Are you sure?” Aaron asked in that deliberately silky version of his voice as he nuzzled Daniel’s neck and pressed another ginormous finger inside him. “There’s no shame in taking a minute. You need a minute?”
Daniel’s voice fractured into some high-pitched version of itself.
“We can take our time,” Aaron whispered, his breath rhythmic in Daniel’s ear as his body started to roll on top of him. “Let’s take our time.”
“I don’t need time. I need you to get on with it.”
“Just like I don’t need to fucking break you,” Aaron said through a clenched smile. “I just kind of want to.”
He growled. Partially because Aaron stretched his fingers inside him and partially because that was the kind of thing that warranted a growl. “You won’t. You can’t.”
“Are we certain about that?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.” Aaron’s expression was amused as he gently kissed his lips. “You be sure to remember that, sweetheart.”
Daniel’s self-assured smirk dwindled a touch. “I’m sorry?”
“Remember how you said that.” Aaron smiled, his voice pure, graveled sin. “When you can’t fucking walk tomorrow.”
Daniel’s eyes leaped open. He gasped, suddenly flipped to all fours, suddenly fisting the sheets like they might help ground him in a moment that had lost its place in reality. Was this his hate-sex? It didn’t necessarily feel like hate as Aaron pushed inside him, somehow unhurried, yet deep as could be and absolutely consuming.
“Such a fucking brat,” Aaron said, holding his hips as Daniel stretched his body long to take it. He was going to take it. He was going to go down in history for taking it. “A perfect, precious brat.”
Daniel collapsed his face onto the mattress when Aaron clenched his waist tighter, bucking into him a little more intensely.
“You want to call other guys in front of me?” Aaron lowered his mouth to Daniel’s ear. “So I can hear them drool over you?”
“It worked, didn’t it—?”
Aaron’s fingers—one, two, three—filled Daniel’s mouth as Aaron slammed into him hard enough for the bed to thud against the wall. He hadn’t tasted that sting of salt since their first night together, but now that he was here swallowing it, he could feel himself starting to leak all over the sheets. He moaned as he took him, as Aaron filled him to capacity. The holes of his body. Over and over. On repeat.
“Is that all you got?” he managed to grumble between Aaron’s fingers. Should he get those mental health issues addressed?