“For fuck’s sake, give it to me,” pant, loud and frenzied, well past reason. Nothing matters but having him inside me, fucking me hard and fast and deep.
“Give you what?” He trails his cock down the crack between my ass cheeks then circles my hole. “This?”
“Yes,” I hiss. “I need it. Now.”
“Always so impatient.” He lowers his head, his stubble scraping against my sweat-slickened back. “Fortunately for you, I want it as much as you do.”
He pushes past the tight ring of muscle guarding my entrance, his dick hot and damp even sheathed in rubber. He’s not obscenely huge but he’s not small, either, and it takes him a few minutes and more than a few stops and starts before he bottoms out, his balls resting snugly against my ass.
“You good?” he asks.
I nod frantically. “Better than good.”
“You’re so goddamn tight,” he breathes as he starts to move, transforming pressure and pain into pure pleasure. “I can’t—I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”
I let out a moan worthy of a porn star and squirm against him. “I’m close, too. Don’t hold back.”
“I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.” His fingers dig into my hips—I’m going to have bruises there tomorrow, but it’ll be totally worth it—and he pistons in and out of me, his cock rubbing, stroking, branding me. “Which I definitely do not. Your ass is fucking heaven.”
“I could say the same about your dick.” My hand drifts down between my legs to my own cock. It’s rock hard and dripping, seconds from shooting off.
“Yes,” Ben chokes out. “Touch yourself.”
I slide my hand down my rigid length, letting my palm glide over the head. He continues to thrust into me like a man possessed and we race to the finish, his grunts and groans blending with my shrieks and screams for more. It’s raw and animalistic and all I can do is ride the wave—ride him—until it crests and carries me spent to shore.
“Fuck,” I shout, coming all over my hand. And my stomach. And the sheets. There’s jizz everywhere. I don’t think I’ve ever come so much in my life.
He pulls out, and I sob at the loss.
“Turn over,” he demands roughly. “I want to see your face when I fuck you.”
I flip onto my back, not even caring that I’m now lying in my own spunk. I might be a little too eager because one arm flails out, knocking the book I’ve been reading from the nightstand to the floor, where it lands with a dull thud. “Oops.”
“It’s a good thing you’re more graceful on the track,” he quips, gazing down at me lustily.
I quirk a brow at him. “Are you going to fuck me or make fun of me?”
“I changed my mind. I don’t want to come inside you. Not this time.” His fingers circle the base of his cock, stroking lazily to the crown and back down to his balls. “I’d rather paint your chest.”
The not being inside me part stings, but it’s more than made up for by his implication that there’s going to be a next time. And watching him come all over me sounds like a pretty good substitute. I spread my legs and smile up at him. “Go ahead. Make a mess.”
He ditches the condom and kneels over me, his hand flying up and down his shaft. No more lazy strokes. His hand is a blur, his cock a swollen, veiny red, his face tight and serious as he lets loose, spewing across my chest, creamy liquid splattering my pecs and abs.
“Fuck,” he says after a long, moment, collapsing on the bed beside me.
“You can say that again.”
He turns his head to look at me. The tightness in his face is gone, replaced by a hazy, post-sex languor. It’s the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him. “We probably shouldn’t have done that.”
“Probably,” I admit grudgingly. I’m not out, and it’s a huge risk getting involved with someone else on the circuit what with all the gossip flying around. Not that I’m about to let that stop me from doing it again, if he’s willing. “But I’d be lying if I said I regretted it.”
“Neither do I,” he says, so softly I almost miss it. “So what do we do now?”
“I was going to ask you the same thing. After all, you’re supposed to be the older, wiser one.”
He groans and flops onto his back, covering his eyes with his forearm. “Don’t remind me.”
I roll to my side so I’m facing him. Then I take his wrist and gently lower his arm from his face. I’m not letting him hide from me that easily.