Benji (The Wylde Street Boys #1)

6. Benji

SIX

BENJI

I didn’t want to play Nolan like that, but he was so easy. I knew he wanted to dick me. I knew it. He’d been fighting it all day, and credit where it’s due, he took some wearing down.

My god, how I wanted him to fuck me.

I thought maybe tasting his dick, being on my knees between his legs and sucking him dry would be all I needed.

But no.

Now I wanted it all.

I wasn’t kidding when I’d told him I hadn’t gone raw with anyone else. That wasn’t a lie. My sex work had a mandatory-condom policy. My regular clients knew that, and if a john objected, he could go find someone else.

But I wanted to try it.

Fitch and Ky loved it, but I’d never been game.

Until Nolan.

He was different. I trusted him. Hell, I liked him .

If I woke up in an alternate reality and wasn’t a rent boy, and if I’d met Nolan in a bar or in the supermarket, I’d hook up with him. Hell, I’d ask him out for dinner and spend the night at his place, where he would do every wonderful thing to me that I needed him to do.

That he was about to do to me.

He attempted to throw me on the bed, but I clung to him, my legs wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck. I didn’t want to let him go.

He laughed as he knelt on the bed. “I’m gonna need you to let go at some point.”

I decided keeping my legs around him was way more fun. I let go of his neck, and as my shoulders hit the bed, his hands held my hips, holding me, rocking me on his hardening dick.

God, I wanted this.

I needed him inside me.

“Fuck yes,” I breathed, running my hands over my chest, down my stomach. “We have way too many clothes on.”

Grinning, his fingertips slid under the waistband at my sides and pulled my pants off me in one fluid, well-practised move. His eyes went from my hard cock to my eyes. “No underwear,” he murmured.

I licked the corner of my lips. “Waste of time.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, then with delicate fingers, traced the seam of my balls. “Do you want to come before I fuck you, during, or after?”

Oh fuck.

My cock twitched at his words, his touch. No one’s ever asked me about what I want, about my pleasure. “Any of those options sound good to me. All three, if you’re good enough?”

He chuckled. “It’s not a question of my capabilities, Benji.” He leaned over me, his gaze locked with mine, his hand now cupping my balls. “It’s about how much pleasure your body can handle.”

Heat bloomed in my belly, unfurling through my limbs, making me warm all over.

“I want it all,” I whispered. “Any way you want to have me.”

His nostrils flared and he squeezed my balls. “You shouldn’t say that. Because I want to have you every way possible.”

I squirmed under his touch, under the fire of his gaze. My cock was rock hard, his hold on my balls lessened to a pull and roll. “Fuck Nolan, please.”

His grin was wicked as he fisted the base of my erection. “Please, what?”

“Please hurry,” I said. If he wasn’t inside me soon, I was going to lose my freaking mind.

He tsked me, shaking his head. “You said any way I want, not what you want.” Then sliding both hands under my arse, he lifted my hips up so he could lick up my shaft. “And I want to take my time and see all the different ways I can make you come.”

Oh, holy fuck.

My entire body felt electric and I had no idea what to do with my hands, so I pulled at my hair.

And then he sucked me into his mouth and the wet, tight slide of his lips, his tongue... And the way he held my hips up to his mouth and took me in deep. I was helpless and at his sweet mercy.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped. I could seriously come like this. I was racing toward the precipice already. And no one had ever made me come so fast.

Hell, no one had ever made me come, not without my own hand, anyway. Let alone this fast.

Did I want to endure his cock in my arse when I was sensitive after orgasm? Or did I want to draw this out?

“I changed my mind,” I blurted out.

Nolan stilled immediately, pulling off my cock. His lips red and wet, his eyes concerned. “Okay.”

Sweet Jesus, he thought I changed my mind about the whole thing...

“No, I only want to come with your cock in me,” I said. “You got me close already and I want you buried inside me when I come.”

He grunted and flipped me over. I was a startled mess of limbs and surprise until he gripped my hips again and tongued a stripe over my arsehole. I gripped the bed covers and yelped, but then he drove his tongue into me.

I wanted to touch my cock so badly. I wanted to ease the ache, the urgency...

But I needed him inside me first.

“Nolan,” I bit out. “Fuck. Please.”

He fucked his tongue in and out faster, deeper, his hot breath almost sending me over the edge.

He was torturing me.

It was a myriad of everything wonderful and agonising desperation. Too much yet not enough, needing it to end and needing it to never stop. Wanting more and not sure I could handle it.

I fisted the bedding and splayed my hips, giving him better access. My cock hung heavy, painfully full, leaking.

I wanted to beg him, to plead, to get mad and lash out. Instead, it came out as a sob. “Please.”

His mouth was gone then, and I wanted to wail, to yell, and to weep. But then there was the click of a lube bottle and cool liquid dripped down my crack. Clarity, at last... Until he drove a finger inside me.

Oh, fuck yes.

One step closer but not close enough.

With one hand on my hip, he pulled me backwards onto his finger. I rocked back on it, my forehead pressed into the covers. “Please, Nolan. Please.”

In all my years as a rent boy, I’d mostly had to take care of prep myself. Most johns didn’t want the hassle or the inconvenience. A slap of lube and an intruding finger was all I was usually afforded.

But Nolan was making it part of the foreplay. He was making this good for me.

He was trying to kill me.

I was strung so tight, so desperate, I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take. “Okay, if you don’t fuck me right now, I will change my mind again, so help me god, Nolan.”

He chuckled. He actually fucking chuckled, and I tried to turn around to give him a piece of my frazzled fucking mind, but he pressed my shoulder down with one hand, held my hip with his other, and the blunt head of his cock met my hole.

“You’re so impatient,” he said, like he had all the time in the world.

I tried to rear back, tried to take him inside me, but he held my hip with more force now and he leaned over me. He grunted behind my ear, his cock pressing closer, almost... so fucking close.

“You said I can fuck you how I want to fuck you,” he grit out. “And I want to fuck you slow.”

I pressed my face into the soft bed covers and sobbed. That’s how much I needed it, and that’s how much he was denying me. That I was a sobbing fucking mess resorting to begging. “Please just do it. Please. Please.”

Then he pushed into me. Slow and breaching, sliding in, all the way in, every fucking inch. “That what you wanted?” he said, voice strained.

It was sheer perfection and everything I’d needed. The intrusion, the breach. The submission of it. The weight of his body on my back, the way his fingers still bit into my hip, how his breath stuttered.

It melted away the tension, the outside world, all the worries in my mind, until all that remained was this.

Him, me, his cock buried inside me. My body, his pleasure. Giving over that part of me while knowing I was the reason he was so turned on, that I could make him come.

The seduction of it all, that’s what I craved .

“You feel so good on my bare cock,” he whispered, kissing the back of my neck. “Fuck, you’re tight. So hot.”

God, yes. He was bare, no barrier between us.

Now I wanted it even more.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I moaned, rolling my hips. “Move for me, I want to feel your cock.”

He groaned as he began his slow thrusts, his hand leaving my hip now, sliding up and under my shoulder. He held me tight, pinning me to him as he fucked me.

Long and deep.

Perfect.

Pleasure began to bubble and fizz in my bones, building and surging to something I couldn’t contain.

But then he lifted me by my shoulders, impaling me on his cock while bringing me up to be seated on his lap.

Oh fuck!

Showers of sparks lit up behind my eyelids and I cried out as he hit my prostate. Nolan grunted as he fucked me. “There it is,” he said, voice rough. His hand found my cock and he pumped me, and he was buried inside me, rock hard and totally bare.

I was pinned on him, unable to move, restrained by his strong arms and impaled by his huge cock. Just knowing he was going to pump his seed in me sent me over the edge.

My back arched and I screamed as my orgasm ripped through me. He pumped my cock, grinding up into me and holding me on him...

Fuck, I’d never come so hard in my life.

And before I could collapse, before I could slump from exertion, he forced me back down, my face in the bed covers, while he fucked me harder, faster, his cock impossibly huge.

He gripped the tops of my shoulders and held me down as he drove into me. “Fuck,” he bit out. “I’m gonna come inside you.”

“Oh fuck yes,” I cried out. “Let me feel it.”

He slammed in, his body flexing hard as he groaned as he came. I could feel his cock pulse and spill, throbbing inside me with each spurt.

Oh holy fuck.

“Oh my god,” I breathed. I could feel it. I could actually feel it.

Nolan cried out, collapsing on top of me. He was panting, trembling, his cock still pulsing. “Oh fuck,” he said, rolling his hips. “I don’t want to stop.”

I hummed and raised my arse for him. “You can stay inside me,” I said. There was no need to pull out this time. “Now I know why Fitch and Ky love getting cream-pied so much.”

He barked out a laugh and kissed my shoulder, the nape of my neck. “Hottest sex I’ve ever had,” he said.

A thrill ran through me at his admission. “Same,” I replied. “A few first times for me.”

He froze for a millisecond. “Oh?”

“First time getting raw dogged,” I said. “Which I told you before. But also no one’s ever prepped me like that before, and I’ve never been so desperate for cock that I cried before. ”

He laughed. “You were strung pretty tight,” he said, almost proudly.

“I told you I needed it, and you were a fucking tease.”

He chuckled again, kissing my nape before he reluctantly pulled out of me. We both moaned. But then he sat up and spread my arse cheeks. “Mmm.”

“Inspecting your handiwork?” I said, wiggling my arse a little.

“Fuck yes,” he breathed, his voice rough. “That’s so hot.” Then he leaned over me again, his words pressed to my ear. “And knowing you have my come in you stirs something primal in me.”

Desire and warmth flooded through me again. I liked that we could share this first for both of us. “Good. Because you can do everything you just did to me all week long.”

He grunted out a pained laugh. “You know, once upon a time I’d have said I had impeccable self-control.” Then he crawled off me and got off the bed. He tapped my arse. “Come on, let’s get you into the shower.”

Hmm, showering together? Hell yes. I got up slowly, taking stock of any aches or pains, pleasantly surprised to find there were none. The opposite, in fact. I felt so damn good...

“So when I said you could fuck me like that all week and you referred to your self-control in the past tense, were you implying that yes, you would be fucking me like that all week? Or is that wishful thinking on my behalf?”

He grinned, his tongue caressing the corner of his mouth. Then he looked at me, mostly naked, with smeared come on my shirt and stomach. He groaned, his nostrils flaring before he put his fingertip to my chin and raised my face to his. “You are a dangerous creature,” he whispered. “Here to tempt me, I’m sure.”

I pouted and batted my eyelashes a little. “So that’s a yes?”

He growled at me, playful with a touch of tortured. “Shower. Now.”

“Only if you join me.”

He snatched up my hand and led me to the bathroom. It was luxurious, of course, and the walk-in shower was definitely big enough for two. Hell, it’d be big enough for six if we tried. Nolan turned the water on, then turned back to face me.

“I seemed to have come all over my shirt,” I said, stating the obvious and playing on his weakness. I bit on my lower lip before pouting. “Oh no. I’ll have to be naked all the time.”

He laughed and pulled my shirt over my head in one fluid movement. Then he gently tweaked my chin. “You are trouble.”

“That also wasn’t a no.”

“You have other clothes.”

“Still wasn’t a no.” I ran my hand over his chest, broad with a perfect spray of hair, down his abs, past his navel, down to his gorgeous cock.

Even flaccid it was a thing of beauty. Heavy and thick, cut, and a dark pink head.

“God, I could suck you again,” I breathed.

He took me by the arm and all but dragged me into the shower. “Trouble with a capital T ,” he said. Then he soaped me up and washed me down. His hands were strong but gentle, each scrub of my body a firm caress.

I felt cared for. Adored, even.

It was a foreign thing, and one I wanted to both cling to with everything in me and avoid like the plague.

Sometimes it was just easier for a john to get his money’s worth and go. Emotions just made a mess of everything. It was why I chose not to feel anything. It was easier that way.

I’d struggled at first. The betrayal and hurt from my family could have sent me on a spiral of destruction. Instead I had turned that sting of betrayal into anger and spite.

Was it healthy?

Probably not. But me living my truest life was all the revenge I needed.

It wasn’t exactly difficult to cut them off. I’d hated my father most of my life, especially since my mother died. And my brother... well, we were never that close. He was a few years older than me and basically a lapdog to my father.

I was no more than an inconvenience, and my sexuality was a stain on the family name, as my father had told me.

So no, I didn’t miss my family. I didn’t miss the wealth, the nice house and material things.

I missed my mother.

Nothing and no one else.

“Benji?” Nolan’s soft voice brought me back to the present, in the steaming hot shower with this gorgeous man. “You okay? I lost you there for a second.”

“Oh, sure,” I said, smiling at him in the stream of water. “I was just thinking about all the surfaces in your apartment you can rail me on.”

He rolled his eyes and shut the water off. Then he plucked a towel off the rack and put it over my hair, giving it a quick dry. “I was thinking about food. Are you hungry?”

“Mm.”

He stopped rubbing my hair and peeked at me under the towel. “Are you feeling okay? Are you sore? I was pretty rough before.”

This sweet, sweet man thought what he’d done to me was rough.

“Nolan,” I said. “I feel amazing. Best I’ve felt in a long time. When I said you are going to rail me on every surface in your apartment, I wasn’t joking. Or exaggerating. And it wasn’t wishful thinking. It was a fact.”

He laughed as he dried himself off. “A fact, huh? Can something that hasn’t happened yet be called a fact? Or is it an educated estimation of probability?”

“Well, I can declare, mister smart-arse lawyer,” I amended, “with an educated estimation of probability that you are going to rail me on every surface in your apartment.”

He tied his towel off with a smirk. “You know, a judge might say your findings are biased, based on your personal desires. Wishing it to be so does not make it so.”

I snorted. “Objection, your honour.” He laughed and I tweaked his nipple for good measure. “It’s not only based on my personal desires. The counsel wishes for it also.”

He hummed happily as he ran his brush through my hair. “You may also need to reevaluate the counsel’s ability to rail you on every surface over the next six days. As much as he wishes otherwise, this thirty-six-year-old body can’t do what your twenty-one-year-old body claims to require.”

Ignoring how sweet it was of him to brush my hair and the warmth his kindness filled me with, I found myself smiling at his handsome face. “Your thirty-six-year-old body is a fucking masterpiece. What you did to me tonight? Utter perfection, and unlike anything I’d had before. So maybe don’t be so concerned with the frequency with which you deliver the goods but more so the quality.”

He rolled his eyes again, but he looked secretly pleased with what I’d said. He took my hand and led me to the door. “Come on, let’s go eat.”

“You wanna eat dinner wearing only towels?”

He stopped and shrugged. “We’re going to eat dinner, then maybe watch some TV or read a book in bed. Is there any point whatsoever in us getting dressed again?”

He was such a fast learner.

“Absolutely not.”