Free Indebted by A.R. Hawkins

mind, he leaves my balls and envelopes my shaft in his warm, wet heat. He moves his mouth in a steady rhythm, working until he’s swallowed all of me. Feeling his throat constrict on the head, my back arches off the bed without my consent.
    “Holy fuckin’ hell! Oh God.” I’m about five seconds from losing my shit. Pulling him off me, I pant heavily. “You have to stop for a minute.”
    He sits up, frustrated at being stopped. I notice he’s not only been busy working me over, but has managed to kick off his sweats while pleasuring me.
    Stretching to reach my side table, I pull out the supplies needed. “Aaron, bring that gorgeous cock of yours up here.”
    Doing as requested, he positions himself straddling my face and he bends back over, encasing me again. I groan, opening the lube, and squirt some on my fingers, starting to stretch him. I’m hoping the distraction of this sexy ass will keep me from blowing. Sucking on the head of his cock, I continue to prep him.
    When I finish, I move him off me and connect with his soft lips, giving a grunt at the light taste of myself. Whimpering, Aaron rubs his rock-hard erection against my thigh, searching for some kind of relief.
    I lower him to his side, facing away from me, as I slip on the latex and slick myself up. Gripping his leg behind the knee, I position it close to his stomach and enter him slowly, hissing at the feeling of being swallowed up by his entrance.
    Aaron grunts and grips his pillow, turning his head so his tongue battles with mine. I clutch his hip and begin to move. As the pace picks up, Aaron’s little moans and whimpers arouse me to new heights.
    Mumbling softly, he says, “So good…. More…. Can’t get enough.” He drives back onto each of my thrusts and urges, “Harder…. Yes…. Right there!”
    Hearing him demand more brings out the primitive animal in me. I growl as I suck hard on his neck, marking him as mine while snapping my hips at the right angle, nailing his prostate with every stroke.
    He screams, “Fuck…. Coming…! Unh!”
    I feel his passage clamp down hard on me. Grunting, I bite down on the place I was sucking, groaning through my teeth as I empty myself into his heat. As I remove my mouth from him, I lick and kiss the irritated area while wrapping my arms around him and locking our bodies together. He’s trembling much the same as I am. Relaxing, I rub my hands along his chest, still panting.
    Our breathing finally starts to slow. After easing the condom off, I tie it and toss it in the wastebasket, then retrieve some wipes out of the side table to clean him up. Running my eyes over him, I can see he’s still flushed and lying with his eyes closed tight. I begin to worry I was too rough. As I scrutinize the mark on his neck, it’s darkening into a deep purple and already clearly showing my teeth marks.
    What the fuck is wrong with you? You just said earlier that no one was going to hurt him, and this is what you do? I wouldn’t blame him if he leaves right now.
    Biting my lip, I draw up the courage to say something. “Aaron? Are you okay?”
    He sighs and turns over with a goofy little grin on his face. “Never better, why?”
    I blanch, shocked by how happy and relaxed he is. “Um…. Well… I was worried you were going to be pissed at me for biting you. Are you?”
    “Liam, I’m not mad. I’ve never had anyone bite me before.” Showing signs of embarrassment, he studies the bed and continues, “It, um… made me come harder than I ever have in my life.” Suddenly, he starts giggling. “Oh my God. I can’t believe I just said that.” He shrugs as he calms down. “Eh, what the hell, it’s true. I don’t want you to have any misunderstanding that I didn’t like it. It was a huge turn-on.” Gnawing at his lip, he glances up at me again. “Do you think I’m strange because of that?”
    I’m laughing myself. “Hello! I bit you. How can I possibly think it strange to like it?” Peering directly into