"Nooo!"
Aaron shriveled up in his seat, the word tearing out of him in pure fright as the heat plunged deep into his nether regions with the focused determination of something that had a destination and intended to reach it.
It was painful in a way he hadn't anticipated — not the sharp, clean pain of an injury but something spreading and internal, his blood running so thoroughly warmed through that it burned along every channel it travelled.
His fingers gripped the armrests and his jaw clenched and his entire body went rigid with the effort of processing what was happening to him.
And then, beneath the fabric of his pants, his already fully alert manhood began to tremble.
Not the ordinary trembling of anticipation — something deeper, more seismic, like a dragon that had been sleeping in a cave and had just registered, with considerable displeasure, that someone had disturbed it.
Then it began to grow.
