He grabbed my hair and held my head, thrusting his hips gently as gasps and moans filled the air.
I took as much of him as I could, saliva accumulating until I had to pull off.
He backed away and I cried out, “No.”
The rejection kicked me in the guts.
He chuckled and landed on the couch with a thump.
“Oh, no, sweetheart, there will be more later, but I think Aaron deserves an apology too.”
Aaron walked over and I looked up at him, keeping my face as sincere as possible so he knew I was serious.
“I’m sorry for hurting you the other day. I promise I won’t do that again.”
“You won’t what? Fuck me and then leave me?” His tone was angry and hurt and I nodded, realising that before me were three very different men. And I would need to learn over time what each of them needed from me.
“No. Never again.”
What else could I say?
“Then ask me,” he said, and for the first time I was lost.
“Ah… Ask you what?”
He gestured down and I grinned. Oh, yes, definitely.
“Aaron… May I please suck your cock?”
He nodded but didn’t move, and I attacked him more fiercely, maintaining eye contact the whole time as I took him out and began stroking him.
He was still upset, I could feel it.
“Can I do anything else for you, Aaron? I really do want to stay with you… be here for you. Do you want me to quit my work for you guys?”
That was the last thing I wanted, and I hoped of course, that if they loved me they wouldn’t ask me to do that.
“You’d do that for us?” he asked,
stroking my cheek.
I nodded and pressed a kiss to the head of his cock, warm and pulsing in my hand.
“I’d do anything for you.”
And I would. They deserved my loyalty and love.
“Thank you,” he said and pushed my head down.
I slid his cock into my mouth, my mind spinning.
Did that mean he wanted me to stop working?
I pushed the fear down.
Did it really matter?
All I’d ever dreamed of was a house I could call my own, a home, and a partner to love me.