Chapter 7
I didn’t jerk off when I got home, though I was hard and my balls were aching. I wanted to. I wanted to fist my c**k and tug on my sac and think about Aaron’s beautiful mouth and his strong fingers, but anything less than Aaron’s hand was a complete disappointment. I fell asleep thinking about him.
Unsurprisingly, I dreamed about him all night. Every second, every image, every sweat-soaked, desperate moment of need all came back to Aaron. It was like I’d never had s*x before. Or maybe, more like I’ve never had s*x with somebody like Aaron before. There were gorgeous man littered through my past—I wasn’t known for having bad taste—but none of them were like Aaron. By the time I woke up, as hard as when I fell asleep, I understood the difference between Aaron and other men. With
