Giving In

My eyes went to Colin. My boyfriend hadn't taken his eyes off us since we'd begun. A quick glance revealed his a large tent in his pants. My heart thundered within my chest. With an unsteady step toward the bed, I tried desperately to hide the blush on my cheeks. This was the true precipice. With how I was feeling, with how things were progressing. Once I reached him, there would be no turning back.

My body trembled as my feet moved closer, drawn forward by an invisible string. His hand rested against my stomach, warm fingers gently rubbing small circles. He watched me intently as I closed in, pushing me onto the edge of his bed. The mattress sank beneath me, the sound of springs groaning filling the room along with the scent of our bodies and a slight tang of sweat. It took a few moments for me to realize where he was going—my head dipped down before he grabbed my chin and pulled it back so he could kiss me.

I jerked away.

"No," I said firmly.

His lips pursed slightly as he studied my expression before giving a knowing smile. "Relax. This is all part of the service."

My brow furrowed. I glanced over at Colin. He was watching with a look of rapt attention. Almost as if he was daring me to.

Aaron leaned forward once again. Our lips met as he slowly slid his hands up from my waist, caressing my hips as they followed the curve until reaching the underside of each breast. I shivered under his touch, unable to keep the moan from escaping as he began to massage them, his thumbs tracing my nipples. He pushed forward, forcing us into a deeper kiss. I groaned into his mouth but continued to pull away when it ended. I stared into those eyes and knew there wasn't any way out now. He knew it too, making it all the worse. The look of satisfaction he gave me made me sick. Any resistance I had was spent. My body—my urges—had full control over me now. I was his to do with as he pleased.

If this was what I needed then I'd deal with whatever consequences came with it later.

He released my breasts, kissing down my jawline toward my neck. My skin felt hot as his tongue licked the pulse point that seemed to throb even more with every touch. His fingers slipped between my thighs, slowly parting my legs. His gaze remained locked on mine while a single finger teased between my folds. It moved slowly and deliberately inside me, coating it in my wetness. He withdrew and repeated the action, each time moving in a bit further then retreating back before finally sinking fully in. A shudder went through me at the feeling of him exploring my most sensitive flesh. When I tried to move away he held onto my thigh firmly.

I looked at Colin again. I could feel his heated stare burning into me as he watched Aaron's slow movements with anticipation. The sight of him at that moment told me he had lied to me. His promise that whatever happened to me here, it wouldn't change how he looked at me.

Everything happening before him only made him want me more. A hunger was there I'd never seen from him before.

Aaron's touch was light and sensual and sent waves of pleasure running through my body. Confident and skilled, he knew exactly how and when to apply pressure or ease up. He soon found a rhythm and kept up until he was fucking me with his finger. He pressed against my clit lightly with his thumb causing an immediate reaction within my sex as I threw a hand over my face. I didn't want him to see what he was doing to me.

Aaron began increasing the tempo as well as the **** behind his thrusts. I moaned, unable to stop myself from writhing beneath his hands and mouth. His pace grew faster, the tip of his fingers sliding in and out of me. My toes curled as a tight ball formed deep within me, almost like an electric shock went through my whole body every time it hit just right. It quickly became too much for me—my legs tensed up under my own will forcing them farther apart. That increased angle caused him to go deeper—the fullness driving all rational thought out of my head. All that existed at that point were instinctive urges.

His lips brushed mine before moving down to nip at my neck while he continued to drive into me with even greater intensity than before. The warmth of his breath caressed along my skin while his tongue worked its way around, teasing and tasting. A small cry left me as an orgasm overtook me. My entire lower half seized, jerking forward and back as if it had no control over itself, but I did. I grabbed onto Aaron's shoulders, clinging on tightly as I shuddered violently. My nails dug into him as I rode out the wave until it finally ebbed away leaving me gasping for air.

Aaron's eyes were locked onto mine as he lifted his hand, gazing at it proudly. "And that was only with a hand." He smiled playfully before continuing with more confidence. "Imagine what I can do with my mouth." His hand returned between my thighs, rubbing firmly before patting it condescendingly.

I was still trying to collect myself, mind spinning from the rush and bliss of my orgasm. Once again my thoughts went to my boyfriend watching us. As I glanced over, Colin hadn't moved an inch. Even now the expression on his face told me everything I needed to know: excitement and lust and a deep desire for me. He looked overjoyed I'd had an orgasm—an orgasm he had no hand in giving me.

"So?" Aaron asked in challenge when my gaze settled back on him. "Still interested? Or you're going back home after all this?"

I managed to calm myself, trying to present some sort of front against his snobby douchebaggery. "It was adequate."

He snorted, seeing through my attempt. "Don't be coy." Leaning forward, he pushed me back onto the bed. My traitorous legs spread in anticipation of what came next. Aaron filled my few as he hovered over me. His weight pressed against me as I lay beneath him. Our bodies touched everywhere as I stared up at him.

His head slowly moved toward mine and he whispered in my ear. "I know you want me. You can tell me whatever you want, but your body doesn't lie." A shiver went down my spine and my core throbbed eagerly with an undeniable need. "Just admit it already." He leaned down further, moving his lips close to my neck. His breath tickled my skin, lips teasing me. "You've wanted this since the moment I walked into that room," he said in a whisper that only I could hear.

My entire body burned. The urge to have sex had never been stronger. Any care about the 'who' in that equation was gone. I was completely consumed by my need—any man who would satisfy me would do. No more holding back for fear of hurting someone or being hurt myself. Fuck what other people thought of me; I was going to do exactly what felt good. Colin wasn't stopping any of this so I certainly wouldn't either.

Aaron seemed to see the moment everything fell apart for me. He kissed me harder and deeper before pushing away, towering over me like he owned the place. "You love denying me and giving me shit, but you sure look happy now, huh?" He chuckled wickedly, staring at how I writhed on his bed beneath him. "Now then..." I closed my eyes tight as he moved down between my thighs again. "Why don't we give the boyfriend a good show?"

The heat in his voice made my cheeks flush. His hands worked their magic on my legs as they parted wider under his touch. I knew where this was heading as he pulled me into position. There was no turning back from here. My legs were splayed open with no chance to hide anything. Large cock rubbing against my outer lips, he didn't enter me. Instead, he eased himself back while dragging me along with him so our bodies stayed connected, making me grind against it with each movement of his hips. A strangled moan escaped my mouth when it hit the right spot and caused waves of pleasure that swept through my body in dizzying waves.

"You want it?"

I whimpered, hips rebelling to move on their own.

"You want my cock?"

My jaw quivered as I stared up at him. I hated him. I hated this bastard with every fiber of my being. Yet all I wanted was to have him fill me. I was dripping wet, **** for something to happen. Yet he denied me.

Aaron looked away, instead turning his head to look at Colin. "No condom," he said with a grin, bending back slightly to have his cock stand proudly in the air. It glistened from its time rubbing against me. My heart hammered as I listened in horror as Aaron spoke as if I wasn't even there. "'bout to raw dog your girl, Bro. Once I start, I'm not stopping until I nut nice and deep inside her."

Colin seemed shocked. He had been content being playing the ignored observer. Now that he was being dragged into this he seemed lost.

Maybe he was having the realization of the gravity of the situation.

My loving, sweet boyfriend looked over at me and our eyes met. I don't know how long we stared at each other, but it seemed like there was an understanding. That we were both about to get something we needed. His eyes never left mine as he spoke in a whisper. "She's on birth control."

I think my heart stopped for a second. My breath certainly caught.

Aaron looked my way, smirk on his face. "Damn. A bit cold, but good enough for me." His cock was back to pressing against me.

"In." I felt an all too familiar pressure against me. Emotions washed through my body too quick to identify as I recognized what it was: the tip of his cock.

"We." My eyes went wide. The lust and desire of the moment washed away as my brain surfaced from the haze. My gaze snapped to Colin and I had no idea what sort of expression I had, only knowing that all I could see was him.

"Go."

Mouth wide, I stared at Colin knowing what had just happened. Another man's cock was inside me. My boyfriend had given me up to another man. And I had let him. I had followed him every step of the way, knowing this was the end result. Yet Colin didn't look at me with disgust or disappointment. No. He smiled. A small, little thing that seemed to convey he was happy. Happy for me.

My lover sat beside us watching silently with a mix of emotions playing across his features. When Aaron started moving inside me, he watched in rapture. The thrusts started slow, as if testing my ability to take all of him. At first, they were gentle and tender as if he were taking extra care and caution before starting anything serious. After some time though, the **** began increasing along with the speed and intensity.

Colin watched silently from his chair. He seemed frozen, completely enthralled by the sight of me being taken by another man. His jaw hung slack, mouth parted slightly as he breathed in short breaths. There was no hint of disgust on his face—only passion. It made me wonder what was going through his head right now. What thoughts and memories swam around in there? In all our time together, I'd never seen him so enthused about something sexual.

"Are you enjoying it?" His voice cut through my thoughts. A question for me. One he seemed **** to have answered.

Was I enjoying it? So captured by Colin's attention, I hadn't given much thought to what was actually happening to me. My head turned, lifting to gaze down. Aaron's cock was buried balls deep inside me. It was stretching me, filling me in a way that was both familiar, but so different at the same time. He slid out and I instantly felt the absence. A sharp thrust and it was back, pleasure spiking through me.

Again.

Again.

Over and over the process repeated. A moment of bliss and pleasure followed by emptiness and longing. Each thrust made me want more. Each withdraw creating a burning desire to experience that fullness once again.

An addicting cycle I had no intention of stopping.

Was I enjoying this?

Yes, I was. I was enjoying the sex even if part of me knew what I was doing was wrong. No one had ever touched my body like this before. Not only was I experiencing the intimate touch of another man for the first time, but being taken too. Aaron looked down at me with no feeling beyond the immediate desire of lust. There wasn't an ounce of tenderness or affection or love in his eyes or in his actions as he fucked me. He simply took what he wanted and enjoyed it without concern or consideration. He was focused solely on his own satisfaction. As he stared down into my face while fucking me, he showed absolutely zero interest in anything other than what he was currently doing: pounding away inside my tight cunt.

Well, he wasn't the only one. I didn't give a shit about him. Hated his smug grins or his pompous, douchebag looks and way of speaking.

But the man could fuck; and that was all that mattered right now. The intensity of each thrust made me bite back moans, squeezing tightly around Aaron's cock to make sure I'd never lose it from not having it inside me. I craved it, needing to be filled by him for just a moment more until he left again. He might have been using me to get off, but so was I.

That was the moment I let go. A simple mental plunge as I released my hold and simply let myself fall into the pleasure of the moment. My mind shut itself off and stopped trying to think past this very instant; I simply felt what I felt...what was happening to me. My heart raced. My muscles clenched hard against him, milking every inch of his thick shaft deep within me with unbridled desire.

The first moan escaped my lips. It sounded out of place. Weak and unsure. But then the next came along, followed quickly by several others. All I could hear was the sound of our bodies slapping together, my cries echoing through the space as he moved above me. He responded to my vocal pleasure as encouragement. The good pace we had settled in shifted again. Faster. More intense. The man's larger size was paying dividends, filling me in ways I never knew. Each thrust brought another wave of heat sweeping over my skin and into my core. His hands were everywhere on me, exploring my body like an artist's brush moving across canvas, taking in the shape and form like it was all new and different to him. The new intensity brought more from me. My pleasure escaped my lips in any way it could. Grunts, moans, yells, or screams. They all rushed without any input from me as if holding any of it inside me, for even a moment, would cause me to burst.

"Sounds like someone's enjoying themselves!" Aaron gasped, voice strained from his effort. He grabbed me by the hips, pushing his cock deeper inside. "Gonna make you scream for more." He began thrusting harder, his cock jerking against my inner walls, rubbing his finger directly against my clit each time he bottomed out into my deepest depths. It was too much. I didn't care what anyone else thought anymore. All I wanted was more of this amazing sensation. I threw myself into him, allowing myself to be taken up and carried away. I gave no consideration to anything other than what I needed to do right now: get fucked and take this feeling with me until I reached some sort of release. My hips bucked against him, fucking him as much as he was fucking me. My thighs shook with the ****, trembling under the weight of his body pressing down on me while he took me as deep as he possibly could.

"Not so high and mighty now, are you, slut?" He slammed hard into me once more before pulling back just enough to plunge again. The change in angle allowed his thumb to press hard against my clit at exactly the right spot causing another wave of bliss to rock through my body. "Tell me how bad you want it."

I cried out in pleasure.

"You love my cock, don't you?" He leaned closer, smirking as if relishing every word coming from his mouth. "Tell me." He repeated it over and over again in time with his thrusts. "Tell me!" Each thrust hit a different part inside me. My head fell backward, arms raised over my head in surrender, letting him have free reign over my body.

"Yes!" I screamed, barely able to speak past the moans that continued escaping my lips like an orgasmic melody.

"I fuck better than your boyfriend, don't I?"

I clamped my mouth shut, grinding my teeth together as anger and hate butted against the waves of pleasure.

"Answer me," he demanded. "Or this will be the last time you get this cock you love so much." His words seemed empty of emotion—only filled with lust and desire for what he demanded from me.

I didn't look at Colin as I screamed my answer. My brain refused to register the words that tumbled from me.

"Tell him, slut! Tell him how good my fucking is making you feel!" His words were as much for Colin as it was for himself. My head turned to look at my wonderful boyfriend—only to be **** by Aaron to look up at him. Fingers on my jaw, he didn't release me as he stared down at me. "Look at me when you tell him!" When I didn't do as he asked, his eyes narrowed. "Tell him, or he won't let you fuck me again. He needs to hear what a good job I'm doing."

My voice cracked through the room. "It's...so..."

His thrust sent a lightning strike of pleasure through me. "Good!" I yelled. "You're good! Soooo goooood!" The moment I said those three words, pleasure washed over my body and pushed every bit of air out of my lungs in one hard, sharp cry. The words left in a rush, the filter long gone.

"Your cock is so fucking big! And thick! And fucking amazing. Never—ah!—felt anything—ah!—like this!"

I didn't even care how he was smiling at me.

"More!" I screamed. Over and over I screamed. I cursed, shouting at him to fuck me. To make me feel better. And he did. Just when I thought I had experienced the height of pleasure, Aaron pushed me to a new level.

An experience I never wanted to end.

Aaron began to slam into my tight cunt faster. This was different than before. A wildness had overtaken him. All I could do was scream—scream and hold on as he worked my body with skill and ability I didn't know existed.

My orgasm exploded from somewhere deep inside me, rocking through my entire body as if being set free from its cage only to be carried away by the strongest waves possible. The cries that came from my lips were no longer screams but moans, more **** and intense now. My eyes shut tightly, refusing to open while my head hung limp between my shoulders as each powerful thrust shot sparks of energy throughout my core until it overwhelmed me.

My body trembled, shaking uncontrollably like a leaf floating upon a stormy lake. I clamped down around his cock, holding him within my walls, making sure I would not lose what he gave me.

"Time to give my new slut her welcome gift." His fingers slid down to cup the weight of my breast, squeezing and rolling the nipple roughly against his palm. "Here I go, man." He was looking over at Colin. "Going to fill this tight cunt with some fresh, hot Aaron Special."

The thrust was painful as he held me down. His loud and rapid grunting told me all I needed to know about what was happening. I felt his cock twitch and pulse inside me. Another surge of cum followed by a long drawn-out release. He pushed himself deep inside me. Each push **** more of his seed into my deepest depths.

When he stopped moving for several seconds, gasping for breath, sweat poured off him in sheets as he rested above me, letting the moment settle into itself. As he settled down on top of my body, I released the tension from my body, going limp. I laid beneath him still panting with effort to breathe past the heavy exhaustion on my muscles and heart. For that moment, I had nothing to do except lay there and enjoy the afterglow that brought calmness back to my mind and soul. It took me a while before I could gather enough strength to look up and see Colin staring at us.

At me.

The weight of the moment was interrupted as Aaron pulled his softening member slowly from my sopping wet pussy. I couldn't help but notice how it left a sticky trail of semen connecting our bodies; a mess forming on the bed sheets below us. He paused, grinning as he stared down at his handiwork. Then he looked at me.

"Welcome to your new life, sweetheart," he said, rising up, smiling in that supremely smug asshole way. "You're now a full-fledged, cock-riding member of Aaron's personal fuck sluts."

Pushing himself off the bed, he stretched and let out a long breath. He walked away without a glance back, heading for the bathroom. "Make sure you clean up before leaving. Aaron's got shit to do, so I expect you both gone when I get done with my shower. I'll call when I want you next."