Chapter Seven
Ben
His dark-brown eyes sparkled in the firelight. Part of me wished I could’ve set up candles and soft romantic music, but the rest of me understood now wasn’t the time. Dinner had been foreplay. Now was the time for fun.
He pinned me down and eased over me. His soft skin, covered in goosebumps, rubbed against me. He was soft, his muscles were not. Either his job was more physical than I thought, or he worked out. Me? Not so much these days. I used to swim, and I planned to go back to that. My university friend, Quinn, was a lifeguard at the Mission City Civic pool and she was going to set me up. At this moment, though, I wished I took better care of myself. Not necessarily chiseled abs, but something harder.
Well, one part of me was definitely hard. Isaac’s proximity to me, along with the fact he was a top, had me revving up. I meant it when I said it didn’t matter to me. But here, in this space, it mattered a whole hell of a lot. I was willing to put myself into this man’s hands. Instinctively I knew he’d cherish me. He was just that kind of guy.
He eased himself down my body, making sure our skin was in constant contact.
Ripples of desire rolled through me as I held my breath, waiting for his next move. He didn’t make me wait long, as he knelt between my thighs.
He grasped my length.
I nearly bucked.
His fingers explored as he pulled back my foreskin.
A drop of precum pooled at the tip.
He met my gaze.
I nodded.
He swept up the moisture with his tongue.
I moaned as I absorbed the abrasion of his tongue against my sensitive slit. I swore I saw stars.
As he swirled my head in his mouth, little jolts of electricity shot through me. I’d had guys go down on me before, but it’d never felt this intimate. Like we shared some secret. Here in this room by ourselves.
The storm enclosed us in this little bubble of tranquility.
I heard the trees lashing against the window, but I felt protected. Nothing would ever touch me. Not as long as I had this man by my side.
He sucked me down and all thought of the future fled. My pleasure at the moment moved to the fore as he ran his teeth up and down my length. His hands held my hips in place. The rough pads of his thumbs made little circles against my inner thigh.
Higher and higher I climbed. I didn’t want to come. Truly, I wanted this pleasure to last forever.
Then he speared my slit with his tongue and it was pretty much over. I managed to pant that I was coming as he continued to suck. He had a chance to pull off, but he doubled down and the end for me came hard and fast. I cried out my gratification as the orgasm ripped through me.
Jesus, had it ever felt that good? Like coming apart at the seams and being stitched back together with loving care. He crawled up my body and took my mouth in a passionate kiss. I tasted myself, and that lit another fire in me. These delights—these moments of connection—I wanted them to last forever.
Finally he pulled back. His pupils were blown in the low light and I suspected mine were much the same. “Can I fuck you?”
I considered. “Sure.”
He cocked his head.
“I, uh…”
I scratched my stubble. “I was hoping you could make love to me. I mean if you want—”
He dove in for another toe-curling kiss. He meandered his hand down my flank and slid it under me so he could cup my ass. Finally he pulled back. He nuzzled my neck as he whispered, “With pleasure.”
After placing a kiss just below my ear, he peppered my cheek and then jaw with little pecks. He sucked on my neck and then went lower still, taking my nipple into his mouth. I’d never been turned on by this, but it did something to me tonight. His care and exquisite gentleness touched a part of my soul I never bared to anyone.
He drew his hand around my pelvis and grazed my cock.
I’d have sworn nothing was going to happen, but those rough calluses against my tender flesh caused a fire to light in my belly.
He grinned. Then he knelt and snagged a condom, which he rolled on dextrously.
Ah, good, he’d searched the bag. As I hoped he would.
He opened the bottle of lube and squeezed some onto his fingers.
I grasped my knees and pulled them up and out of the way.
After he gazed at me for what felt like forever, he lowered his hand and pressed a finger inside me.
Powerless to do otherwise, I moaned.
He slid his finger in again then added a second.
Heat coursed through my veins.
He scissored, he twisted, and then, as if he’d done it a hundred times before, he hit my prostate.
I gasped.
His grin was infectious and wicked. He tapped me lightly a couple of times before withdrawing his fingers.
I barely had time to miss them before he slathered lube onto his cock and slid into me.
The burn was manageable as he stretched me open, and the relief was welcomed when he pressed the head of his cock in. From there he slid leisurely in and out as he advanced farther and farther inside me. Before I realized it, he’d seated himself.
Our gazes clashed as he sought permission. Permission I’d give him a hundred times over.
He moved.
I shifted.
He withdrew.
I inhaled.
He pushed back inside.
I exhaled.
I needed more, but didn’t know how to ask for it. I’d requested he make love to me. And I had no regrets, but I also wanted…force? Passion?
His all-knowing grin warmed me.
He understood. He withdrew almost completely and then pressed home. Then he did it again. And again. Each time he did, he increased the force.
Each thrust pushed me higher and higher—metaphorically and literally.
I banged my head against the headboard and he winced.
Quickly, I secured a pillow behind my head so it wouldn’t happen again. “Please.”
I wasn’t above begging. Anything to have him bring me to the edge again. My previously deflated cock was springing back to life, and I was ready for another shot at coming.
As if sensing my need, he grasped my cock and grinned.
“Twenty-four.”
My pithy comment.
“Yeah, I’m only twenty-eight.”
His witty comeback.
I couldn’t remember if I knew that, but he felt years older. More mature. He’d been working for five years while I languished at the university. A world separated us, and yet, in that moment, the distance felt paltry.
He tugged, and I refocused. This. All I ever wanted, and I was getting it.
He resumed his ministrations as he worked me back into a frenzy.
His jerks of my cock matched the rhythm of his thrusts, and soon, despite my wish to keep going like this forever, I was coming.
The force of the orgasm took me by surprise. As my cum spurted over his hand, some of it landed on my belly.
And still he maintained his rhythm. His neck muscles strained as he thrust over and over again.
Then, quite suddenly, he stilled.
Our gazes locked. In that moment, I saw into his soul. The loneliness. The isolation. The grief over losing his only living relative in this country. A man who hadn’t loved him because of who he was. I almost blurted out that I loved him. Or that I could love him. That if he gave me a chance, we could make something of this. A forever because of a storm. A forever based on mutual attraction and more.
I couldn’t explain it. It made no sense. Yet all I knew was I never wanted to leave his arms.
Fuck me.