Page 19 of The Shared Game

Aaron took a moment. I knew the struggle. I’d been through it myself. Wanting something, admitting you want something, and actually doing it were all separate steps. Ones that Aaron would have to choose to take.

“I want it. If Paisley’s okay with waiting?”

“I give you my blessing.” She kissed him. Not passionately, but soft and slow and lingering long enough to show him how she felt. “I’ll even provide the lube!”

She was up and on her feet with the enthusiasm of a rogue pogo stick, bouncing toward her bag.

Aaron and I shared a moment in her absence. His gaze held mine, but no words were said. I could see how intense this was for him, and I was honored that he was going to let me be his first.

He stood as Paisley returned, his cock dripping with precum and twitching with angry impatience.

“Here!” She thrust the lube and condom toward me. “I’m going to take a seat right here and watch everything….”

She threw herself in the chair facing me, spreading her legs wide to offer an enticing view.

“Are you going to give us a show while we’re giving you one?” I slipped the condom with the ease of someone who’s done it many times in many situations.

“Of course.” She slipped her hand into her panties, touching herself at the sight of Aaron and me together.

“How do you want me?” Aaron’s voice was shaking. His whole body was.

I held him tightly, gripping his muscular shoulders. It was my job to take charge. To make the decisions he couldn’t say but desperately wanted.

“I want you bent over this table, ass high and ready for me.”

His eyes went wide. His breath hitched. The full force of my words hit him. He obeyed without question.

“Like this?” He wiggled his cute tush at me. Paisley giggled and bit her lip. I moved closer, my hands on his hips.

“That’s perfect.” I pressed my tip against his tight, puckered hole. “Now, deep breath. Hold it, and release it when I push. Ready?”

“I… I think so.” He stammered before adding, “Fuck, this is even hotter than I imagined it would be.”

“Aww, thanks.” I chuckled, easing just enough in to steal his breath away. “Ready?” I asked again.

He nodded. His chest expanded as he took a full, deep breath, and I eased myself inside him.

I was expecting a little resistance. I expected him to ask me to stop, to need to take a breather, or to steady himself from what I knew was an intense experience. I was not expecting him to be so open, so… hungry.

With a low, guttural groan, he swallowed inch after inch of my shaft, taking it with ease and panting like he wanted more.

“You okay there?” I checked in, stroking his broad shoulders as his grip tightened on the table.

“Fuck, you feel so big… I feel so full.” He moaned in a voice I’d never heard him use before.

“Always nice to hear.” I chuckled and began fucking him with slow, steady strokes.

He was practically sobbing with lust the moment I started. His big, powerful frame melting underneath me, surrendering his body to me completely.

“That’s so fucking hot!” Paisley hissed from my left side, reminding me that she was watching our every move.

Turning to face her, I noticed her hand working overtime in her tiny panties, racing toward her impending climax with the impetus of a runaway train.

She caught sight of me looking at her, my hips not stopping for one moment while Aaron twitched underneath me. As if to outdo me, she yanked her panties to the side, offering me an unrestricted view of exactly what she was doing and how turned on she was.

With one hand still working her swollen clit and the other pinching her jiggling nipple, she came. She came hard, and she came loudly.

Howling her peak with no inhibitions, no shame. She was truly a sight to behold.