Chapter 14 #2
His cock bobbed as he crossed to me, but when he reached the bed, hesitation flashed over his face. Our conversation the day before, when he’d confirmed he’d never been with a guy, rang in my ears.
I shifted back on the bed, spreading my legs wider. “Use some of the lube on me. Get me nice and slick for you.”
Lying back, I bent my knees so my feet were on the edge of the bed, my asshole exposed to Ben. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch as he squeezed more lube onto his fingers and then stepped between my legs.
My breath hitched when he stroked a finger along my ass before inserting a digit into my tight hole, the muscles protesting against the pressure. I hadn’t had sex in over two years, and I’d forgotten how damn good it felt.
“Is this okay?” Ben asked, thrusting his finger in and out to coat me in lube.
“Fuck, yes, baby. That feels good, but I need your cock,” I groaned.
His finger disappeared, replaced by something bigger and harder, and more pre-cum trickled from my cock in anticipation. I lifted my knees toward my chest, giving Ben better access. Slowly, he pushed his hips forward, breaching the tight ring of muscles that stretched around him.
A sliver of discomfort mixed with pleasure burst through me, and I sucked in a deep breath, willing my muscles to relax.
“Holy fuck, Bug. You feel so good. So damn tight,” Ben hissed, his eyes shuttering closed in ecstasy. He eased out before gently pushing back in, eliciting another groan from me. “Does it hurt?” he asked, pausing when he was sheathed all the way inside me.
“I won’t lie,” I gritted out, still attempting to get my body to relax. “You’re bigger than either of the guys I’ve been with before. But no. It doesn’t hurt. I need more.” His cock seemed to swell inside of me, making me really need him to move. “Don’t hold back, baby. Fuck me however you want.”
His lips twisted into a snarl, and if it wasn’t for the way his eyes blazed as he stared at where his cock disappeared inside me, I could have been fooled into thinking he hated what he was doing.
He started to move. Slowly at first, almost pulling all the way out before driving back in again. My body relaxed around him, and pleasure bolted through me, taking my breath away. He found a steady pace, the tip of his cock hitting my prostate with every thrust.
Pants and groans filled the room, and I couldn’t take my eyes off the way his abs rolled every time he rammed into me. The sight made the ache in my cock unbearable. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking myself in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck, Bug. That’s so fucking hot, watching you touch yourself while my cock is inside you.”
“Harder, baby,” I panted, desperate for my climax to hit. “Fuck me harder and fill me with your come.”
A deathly growl vibrated from his chest as his grip on my hips tightened. In seconds, his thrusts had changed from steady, almost uncertain, to brutal ramming. I stroked myself quicker, my balls growing impossibly hard.
With another stroke of my hand, and another thrust into my ass, my orgasm hit, come shooting from my cock and drenching my stomach. Ben thrust once more before finding his own release, his body stilling as warm liquid filled my hole.
It was a sensation like no other.
His body jerked once, twice, three times as he emptied himself before slipping out of me and collapsing on the bed by my side. We lay like that for several minutes, the two of us panting and trying to regain our breath.
I didn’t dare look at him, afraid that as soon as our eyes clashed, he’d regret what we’d done and tell me to get out of his house. But then a soft hand cupped my cheek, and Ben lightly turned my head so I was looking at him. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”
Relief flooded me as a sly grin lifted my lips. “No, you didn’t hurt me. That was fucking incredible.” His own relieved smile lit up his face as I added, “Are you okay?”
He released my cheek and stretched his arms above his head, drawing my focus to his gorgeous physique. Internally, I said a prayer, asking that this wasn’t the only time I got to see him naked.
“I’m good, Bug. Better than good.” He paused, and several seconds ticked by before he added, “Thank you.”
We lay in comfortable silence for a minute, the two of us staring at the ceiling. I knew I needed to move to clean up, his come was leaking out of me, and my own still coated my stomach. I just wasn’t ready to move, and it seemed Ben wasn’t either.
He shifted onto his side, and I turned my head to look at him. “So, you gonna tell me about the tattoo now?”
I glanced down as his fingers delicately skated over the ink, leaving a trail of fire in the wake of his touch. “It’s a reminder that not everything stays as it is. When times are hard, they won’t last forever.”
Ben raised a brow as his fingers continued to trace over the letters, and despite having just come, the feel of his fingers had blood flowing to my cock again.
“What made you get it?”
I captured his hand in mine, stilling his movements; otherwise, I would have been begging him to fuck me again instead of having one of the most serious conversations we’d had.
“I went through a period when I couldn’t see past the darkness I found myself living in.
There were days when I didn’t think things would get better,” I sighed, remembering some of the toughest days I’d endured.
“I remember reading a book my dad gave me, it was full of inspirational quotes, and he thought they would cheer me up. They didn’t, but I found this one—” I stroked my hand over the ink “—and it really resonated with me. A reminder that even when things are hard, they will pass.”
Ben stared at the words as if he were reading them again and again before his gaze moved back up to meet mine. “Surely, you can apply that to the good days, too, though? Isn’t that a little depressing?”
“Depends how you look at it. Yes, the good times will pass, so it’s a reminder to live in the present, enjoy the here and now.
We can’t change our past, and we can’t predict our future, but we can live in the moment.
No one knows what’s around the corner; that’s the beauty of life.
Tomorrow isn’t promised, but this moment, here, right now, it is. ”
He blinked several times, his mouth opening and closing like he had so much to say, but no words came.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I said when several minutes passed and he still hadn’t spoken.
He shook his head, the faraway look in his eye disappearing. “You’re very wise for a…” he trailed off. “How old are you anyway?”
“Twenty-two.”
“Christ,” he scrubbed a hand down his face. “I’m too old for you.”
I grinned, pulling myself into a sitting position. “Nah. I always wanted a sugar daddy.”
He scowled as he sat up too. “I can just about handle you calling me baby, but don’t you dare call me that.”
I chuckled as I slid off the bed. “Whatever you say, baby. Mind if I take a shower? I’m a bit of a mess.”
“Knock yourself out,” he replied, his gaze raking over my come-stained body. “I’ll shower after you.”
I headed in the direction of where I knew his ensuite was, pausing when I reached the door. “Or you could join me now.”
A devilish smile curled his lips as he stood from the bed, and as I watched him walk toward me with every gorgeous inch of him on display, more blood rushed to my cock.