7. Nolan
SEVEN
NOLAN
I didn’t know what this was.
Apart from the hottest thing I’d ever done, it also felt right.
Benji was fun, sexy as hell, and smart. He was great company—jokes over dinner, dripping with sexual energy, sultry and playful.
And temporary.
Maybe that was why I was enjoying having him around so much.
Because I knew, at the end of the week, he’d be gone. There was no hassle, no repercussions, no commitment, no responsibility.
Just the best sex of my life.
And the reason my heart squeezed and butterflies filled my belly when he laughed. When he swayed his hips as he walked, playing up to me. When he licked his lips and looked up at me through his lashes. When he sat on my lap as we ate dinner, feeding each other and laughing...
Because it was exciting, and the sad truth was I had been lonely.
I would never deny that I enjoyed his company. I enjoyed his sense of humour, his quick wit, his intelligence.
His body.
My god, his body.
We did go to bed, together and naked. He simply decided that he was sleeping in my bed, and I certainly wasn’t going to argue. Hell no. His warm body, lithe and limber, curling into me as he fell asleep was amazing.
And waking up to him writhing against my morning wood was... fuck, an incredible way to start my day.
“Morning,” I croaked.
“Oh, thank god. About time,” he whined, rubbing his arse against my very awake dick.
“What time is it?” I croaked, reaching for my phone. It was almost six thirty.
“Time for you to fuck me again,” he whisper-moaned. “If you’re going to work today, you need to meet your obligations before you leave.”
I chuckled, kissing his shoulder. “My obligations?”
“Yes, you said you’d fuck me as many times as possible.” He kept writhing against me, rubbing me, and arching his back. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up for so long. Feel this,” he said, taking my hand from his hip and running it down to his erection. “See how hard I am for you? ”
Warmth and desire rushed through me, heat pooling low in my belly. My cock throbbed between his arse cheeks. “God, Benji,” I murmured. “You trying to kill me?”
He stilled, his voice serious. “If you don’t fuck me into this mattress right now, I’ll seriously consider it.”
I chuckled against the back of his neck, giving his cock a long, slow pull as I rutted against his arse, my cock sliding in behind his balls.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed, writhing against me, fucking my fist. “Please, do it. I need you inside me, right now.”
I rolled him onto his stomach and lay on top of him. “Like this?”
He groaned and spread his legs wide. “Fuck yes.”
Then he slid his hand under his hip and tried to rise up a little so he could stroke himself. “Just do it. Put it in me.”
Well, I had every intention of doing that but not without lube. I leaned back onto my haunches and snatched the lube off the bedside.
“I said just put it in me,” he barked at me over his shoulder.
I ran my hand up his spine to the back of his head and gently held him down. “I’ll put it in you when you’re ready,” I said. “You’ll get it soon enough.”
He whined again, rolling his hips and stroking his cock. “Please.”
My god, he was such a slut for it.
I leaned back again, running my hands down his back, digging my blunt fingertips in, making him stretch and arch on reflex.
It earned me a moan and made me smile.
I spilled some lube down his crack, working a thumb into his hole. Pushing and kneading, stretching.
Benji bucked up and spread his arse cheeks with both hands. “Jesus, Nolan, I swear to god.”
“You’re so impatient,” I murmured.
“I want it so bad,” he mumbled. “I want more of your come in me. Please.”
Desire unfurled in me, scorching hot and addictive. My cock leaked precome, aching now, desperate to be in him.
I lubed myself up, put my left hand beside his head, and guided my cock into his hole with my right.
He bit out a stifled cry into the mattress, keeping his arse up for me.
“Is that what you wanted?” I breathed, voice rough.
“Yes,” he cried. “Fuck yes.”
“God, you’re so tight right now.”
My cock strained to push deeper. So tight, so hot.
So perfect.
I gripped his hips and sank all the way in. Benji whined, his hands searching for purchase in the sheets. He felt like heaven. I’d never known a bliss like it.
I wanted to stay buried inside him all day long. I wanted to give him nothing but my cock and come all goddamn day. If he wanted it on every surface in my apartment, I’d gladly give it .
As much as he could take, as much as I could give.
Up to the hilt, I pushed my hips in and drove him up the mattress, making us both cry out. And once I began to fuck him, I couldn’t seem to stop.
Every thrust in felt better than the one before. The race to the peak of pleasure so intense, so mind-bending. Nothing else existed. Nothing but my cock and his arse.
And he fisted the pillows and took it, moaning with every slam of my hips.
I couldn’t have stopped now, even if I’d wanted to.
I was so close to the edge. So close to perfection and ecstasy so pure...
And he wanted me to come in him. He needed it. And fuck, there was nothing hotter for me, knowing he’d have my seed in him all day when I was at work. That I’d leave this claim on him, in him.
“Gonna come inside you,” I grit out.
“Please, please,” he groaned. “Give it to me.”
My cock impossibly hard, I slammed into him again, pleasure reaching a breaking point, and toppled over the edge. I held his hips, buried up to my balls inside him, as my orgasm barrelled into me.
Wave after wave rolled through me, intense and consuming. I groaned as I came, pumping my come into him.
He cried out as he took it, his eyes wide, his body rocking with each pulse.
“Holy fuck,” he breathed. “Oh my god, Nolan.”
I fell forward, collapsing on top of him, panting, head spinning. I was still embedded in him and had neither the intention nor the ability to move.
“Fuck.” I rolled my hips and sensitive jitters hit me.
Benji groaned out a laugh. “I love your cock inside me like this,” he breathed. “How am I supposed to survive all day without it while you go to work?”
Work.
I snorted. “Work? I’m not going to work today.”
He hummed happily. “Really?”
I hadn’t really intended to take a second day off, but now that I’d said it, I was one hundred percent happy to not go. “Really.”
“Hmm. Whatever are we going to do all day?”
“I’m going to do exactly what you wanted,” I murmured, kissing and biting his shoulder. “I’m going to fuck you on every surface in this apartment.”
Benji laughed, his body vibrating as he did, sending exquisite shivers through me from where I was still buried inside him.
I stilled his hip with my hand. “Oh god,” I hissed. “Sensitive.” I didn’t want to pull out of him, but I did, grunting with the onslaught of sensation as I rolled off him.
He hummed as he wiggled his arse, but then he rolled onto his side to face me. His chest and the sheets were covered in his come again.
“You came?” I asked, the words out before my brain could stop them. “I missed that. Sorry.”
He smeared it some more, giving me a wicked smile. “ Fuck yes, I came. Like the second you entered me. I told you I needed it.”
I laughed, surprised. “You are a little sex imp, aren’t you?”
He grinned, his tongue licking his bottom lip. His sleep-messed curls and glittering eyes were a dangerous combination. “I told you I’m a sexual person, Nolan. I love it. And taking you raw, having your come inside me...” He closed his eyes and hummed. “And you’re gonna do it all day? You’re spoiling me.”
I scoffed because I wasn’t entirely sure he thought he was the one getting spoiled. “You begging for it is spoiling me too.”
He preened a little, but then his gaze went down my body. “Hm. How much recovery time are we talking here? You’ll need snacks to keep your energy up. Maybe some electrolytes.”
I barked out a laugh. “You make it sound like I’m prepping for a marathon.”
He gently booped my nose with his fingertip. “Correct.” Then he rolled out of bed and sauntered toward the bathroom. “Joining me in the shower?”
I groaned. “I’ll need to call my work first.”
I heard the shower start, and he called out. “Don’t take too long, Mr O’Brien. I’m an impatient man.”
I chuckled because, hell yes, he was. And I was ridiculously happy to let him boss me around. I wasn’t sure I recognised this version of me.
Calling in sick to work so I could spend the entire day having sex .
The best sex of my life.
But still... who was I, and what the hell was I thinking?
I was entitled to paid sick days. But this was out of character for me. So unlike me.
Maybe the thrill of playing hooky was part of the appeal. I felt naughty, like a delinquent. I’d followed every rule, every straight line my entire life. This was new, and exciting. A rush.
It felt good.
I emailed the office a very short and succinct note.
Am unwell today. Apologies. Taking a sick day.
Then I put my phone on silent and followed Benji into the shower.
The first flat surface was the kitchen counter. We’d managed a light breakfast and got as far as cleaning up.
It didn’t help that Benji wore nothing but his briefs. At least I’d opted for sweatpants. Both were easy to pull down when Benji had bent himself over the kitchen counter.
I tried to be mindful of his hips and the hard counter edge, but god, putting a second load into him was almost as fast as the first one had been.
He was a siren to me.
His body called to me in ways I’d never known.
The third time was mid-afternoon, on the sofa. Him on his knees facing the balcony with me taking him doggy style, hoping no neighbours could see us, kinda wishing they would.
I wanted people to watch as I fucked him.
Afterward, he lay lengthways on the couch, his briefs still around his thighs. He reached around and gave his arse cheek a wobble. “I’m so full of your seed,” he murmured.
I came back with a washcloth, sat on the edge of the sofa, and gently wiped his arse cheeks. “Did you want to have another shower?”
“No. I want to keep it inside me.”
Jesus.
“But I probably should. Otherwise I’ll make a mess everywhere.”
I could not believe this was a conversation we were having.
“Plus,” he added, “you can add more later tonight.”
I snorted. “I don’t know how much more I have left in me.”
He chuckled. “Never fear. I’ll work it out of you.”
Oh my god.
“Need me to help you up on your feet?”
He hummed. “Yes. And I’ll need your help in the shower, and I’ll need your help drying off and getting dressed. Then I’ll need your dick inside me again.”
“More?” I helped him to his feet, holding his hand. “I’m going to need to hang an out-of-order sign on my dick.”
He smirked. “Oh please. You enjoy this as much as me. ”
I couldn’t deny that. We both knew it.
I thumbed his chin, then his bottom lip. “I do. I haven’t had this much sex since college. And never raw.”
He hummed, his gaze drawing down to my sweatpants. “It’s different, huh? Feels... better?”
I nodded. It felt better than better, though I wasn’t about to describe how it really made me feel.
Like I had some claim on him now. Like he was mine.
“I might have to come back after this week every time I want to feel this good.”
I groaned, thrilling at the idea.
“I wouldn’t say no,” I admitted.
He purred, giving me a playful smirk. “Hmm.”
Before either of us could say something we couldn’t promise, I took his hand and led him to the shower. I did join him, enjoying it all too much as I washed him, cared for him. I kissed his shoulder, his nape, as I cleaned him down. I even washed his hair, massaging his scalp, getting lost in the water beads on his eyelashes, at how his lips parted, at the faint freckles on his cheeks.
So fucking beautiful.
I loved how his cock hung heavy, how his lithe body moved, how his Adam’s apple moved when he put his head back to rinse the shampoo.
He made my heart flutter.
Which was foolish of me. I knew it was, yet I couldn’t help the way I felt. I wanted to protect him. I wanted to keep him here with me. I wanted to hear him laugh, and I wanted to hear him moan when I adored his body with mine .
I wanted him.
Which was impossible.
And so very foolish.
But he was mine for the week he was here, and I had to convince my heart that was enough.
With my hands on his hips, I kissed the back of his head. “I’ll go make a start on dinner. Take all the time you need.”
I found some clean sweatpants and went to the kitchen. I figured a chicken salad sounded good, so I began prepping it, trying not to overthink everything, and soon after, Benji appeared. He was wearing my dressing gown, open at the front to reveal some briefs, his curls still damp, and he looked so damn good it made my brain short circuit.
He was a mix of grown man and boyish charm. He was so sexy, sultry without even trying.
My ideal type. Perfection in person.
He was holding his phone. “Fitch is on his way over. Hence why I added the robe.” He did a twirl. “I hope you don’t mind.”
God.
“I don’t mind at all,” I admitted. “It’s sexy on you.”
That earned me a grin. “Ooh, you like it?” He put his hand on his hip and pretended to walk a catwalk like a model, with a turn and flourish in front of me.
I laughed. “I like it a lot.”
This seemed to please him. “Mmm. Then I shall wear it every day I’m here. And nothing else. That way, you can just lift it up,” he said, turning around, sliding the robe up to his arse. “Whenever you want a little dip.”
“A little dip, huh?”
He grinned, nodding. “Yes, please.”
Christ. Every single thing he did and said was sexual, flirty. Dangerous. My well-used dick wanted more. I highly doubted it could fulfil any promises, but it still wanted more.
“You are a dangerous thing,” I said, giving his arse a gentle smack.
He laughed just as the intercom buzzed. “Ooh, that’ll be Fitch.”
He buzzed him through, and a few seconds later, Fitch came in and laughed when he saw Benji. “Okay, Hugh Hefner. Nice robe.”
Benji gave him a twirl. “Cool, huh?”
Then Fitch noticed me in the kitchen. “Oh, and shirtless. Please tell me I interrupted something amazing.”
I snorted. “Hello again.”
“No, you didn’t interrupt,” Benji said, leading him to the sofa where they sat. “We were taking a small intermission between epic sex sessions, so this is good timing.”
Oh god.
Fitch laughed, excited. “Ooh, details, please.”
Benji preened. “Well, you know how you’ve been telling me how tasty creampies are?”
Oh, fucking hell.
Fitch squealed, gripping Benji’s arm and jumping in his seat. “I told you! I can’t believe you finally did it! How amazing is it?”
I closed my eyes, embarrassment flaming my cheeks.
They were just going to talk about it like that? While I was right there?
“It’s the best thing ever,” Benji said. “Nolan even took today off work so he could do me all day long.”
I put the knife down, and they both turned to me when it may have clanged a little too loud on the marble top. “Sorry,” I said.
Fitch chuckled and elbowed Benji. “Mm, and so sexy. Damn.” Then he leaned in toward Benji and pretended to whisper. “Can I have some?”
“No,” Benji replied before I could. “He’s mine.”
Well.
Well, then.
That caused something to flare behind my ribs, warm and lovely.
Wow.
I let out a breath and tried to regain some composure. “Fitch, would you like to stay for dinner? I made grilled chicken and salad. There’s plenty if you want some.”
Fitch glanced at Benji, as if asking for permission, and Benji nodded.
Fitch grinned at me. “I would love to, thank you.”
I set the table for three while they chatted quietly. It clearly wasn’t a conversation meant for my ears, and that was fine by me.
Even though I wanted to know.
Well, if it involved Benji, I wanted to know.
Nothing else was any of my business .
Even though I liked Fitch—it was impossible to not like him—but I only cared for matters pertaining to Benji.
Because I cared for him.
And the way he’d snipped back at Fitch: He’s mine .
Yeah, I cared about that a whole lot.
When I had everything on the table, I slipped away into my room and pulled on a T-shirt. Table manners wouldn’t allow me to sit with company over dinner when I was half naked.
“Dinner’s ready,” I said.
They both looked my way and Benji frowned, and Fitch sighed dramatically. “Aww. He put a shirt on.”
Benji gave him a shove and they came to the table, Benji sitting closest to me.
I liked that too.
Fitch ate his dinner like he hadn’t had anything so good in his life. I was reminded of how Benji reacted to eating proper food when he first got here, and it reminded me that, all their jokes aside, these boys didn’t have an easy life.
“There’s more if you want it,” I offered.
“This is so good,” Fitch said. Then he shook his head at Benji. “You are the real-life Pretty Woman .”
Benji laughed as he chewed his mouthful, then explained. “I told him I watched it.”
“As a ploy to get you to fuck him,” Fitch added.
Benji gave him a sharp elbow, but I chuckled. “It worked. Well, the pout worked when he was sad that I wouldn’t be his Richard Gere. ”
Fitch seemed to find this amusing. “Sucker for a pout, huh?”
I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation. “Apparently.”
“So the leap from pout to creampies was a short one,” Fitch said, earning himself another elbow from Benji.
“Dude.”
They ate in silence for a bit, and I couldn’t stop my curiosity about their earlier quiet conversation. “So,” I hedged. “What’s news on Oxford Street?”
Benji froze for a second, and Fitch shrugged. “Nothing new. Same old.”
Something had definitely happened. Benji’s reaction told me enough. “Did the men who chased Benji the other night return looking for him?”
“No,” Benji said.
“Yes,” Fitch said at the same time.
“Fitch,” Benji hissed at him.
“What?” he cried. “I’m not gonna lie to him when he could let you stay here a few more days.”
I wasn’t sure what to do with this information. I had no problem with Benji staying if he needed to, but it wasn’t a permanent solution.
“Is there something I can help with?” I tried instead. “If these men are harassing you?—”
“No.” Benji shook his head. “It’s fine.”
“There are laws to protect you.”
Benji shook his head again, and Fitch looked like he wanted to say something but couldn’t.
“I know going to the police seems?— ”
“No,” Benji said, sharper this time. Then he tried to give me a smile. “It’s fine. They’ll go away.”
“What do they want?” I tried. “You know, in my line of work, I see this kind of stuff all the time. I’ve learned to never judge anyone for actions under circumstances I myself have never been in.” I looked squarely at Benji. “Are they after money?”
His gaze shot to mine and he shook his head. “No. Look, can we drop it, please? It’s not important. They’ll go away.”
I knew if I pushed, I’d only push Benji away, so I let it go. “You can stay here longer,” I said. “If it’s a safety issue. I don’t mind.” Then I thought I should clarify something. “And that doesn’t have to include our other arrangement. I don’t expect anything?—”
“It better,” Benji said bluntly. “If I’m staying longer, which I’m not, at this point, just so you know. It won’t be necessary. But thank you for the offer. Hypothetically though, if I do stay, our agreement of much and thorough fucking will need to honoured.”
Fitch snorted. “Priorities.”
Benji smiled as he stabbed some chicken and salad and they continued to eat, the conversation about their troubles seemed to be over.
I had the rest of the week with Benji, at least, so maybe we could talk about this again. When we knew each other a little better.
When he trusted me some more.
When we actually got around to having a conversation instead of endless sex .
I felt bad for never pushing him for more information, more conversation.
I believed him though, when he said it wasn’t money or drugs.
So what these men were after Benji for, I could only guess. But for now, I’d let it go.
I left Benji and Fitch to chat at the dining table while I cleaned up after dinner, and I was stacking the dishwasher when the intercom buzzed. Benji’s gaze shot to mine. “Expecting someone?”
“No,” I said, wiping my hands on a tea towel, walking to the door. I checked the screen. “Shit.”
“Who is it?” Benji asked. There was alarm in his tone, so I gave him a smile.
“A friend of mine.”
“Should we go . . . hide?” Fitch asked.
I buzzed Dominic through and shook my head. “Nah, it’s fine.”
I should have texted Dominic during the day. I should have let him know I was okay.
I was sure Dominic would, after the initial shock, probably laugh at me. This last weekend was so wildly out of character for me. Me, Mr strait-laced, goody two shoes had spent the last few days holed up with a hooker after a very close call with my car.
We’d be laughing about this over drinks at 180 next week, I was sure of it.
Plus, I’d be lying if I said part of me didn’t want someone to know of the crazy sex-filled ordeal.
I opened the door as Dom was knocking on it, surprising him a little. “Hey. So, you are alive,” he said, walking in. “Two days off in a row and...”
His words trailed off and he stared at the two guys sitting at my dining table.
That wasn’t even the craziest part.
Because Fitch stood up, eyes wide, and he began to smile. “Dom,” he said.
“Fitch,” Dom whispered. Then he turned to me, shock clear on his face. “What the fuck is going on?”