Chapter Seventeen
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Jason
Walking into my bedroom, I kick the door shut behind us before slamming Ben against it. My hand cradles the back of his head so he doesn’t get injured.
My mouth finds his instantly in the lamp-filled room, and the taste of innocence is nowhere to be found in this sweet boy.
My hands roam down his back as I turn us so my back is now against the door, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.
With one quick move, I have his shirt over his head and tossed onto the floor before my hands are running down his smooth skin.
My hands rest on his ass while his tongue assaults my mouth.
I step away from the wall and lift him up.
His legs wrap around my waist, and I carry him to the bed.
I love that he’s so much smaller than I am.
His kiss deepens–if that’s even possible–ripping the soul from my body.
He can gladly take it. I lay him on the bed and crawl between his spread legs, moving my mouth away from his and down his neck, leaving my mark as I go.
I can’t help it. I want the world to know that this boy is mine.
His soft moans encourage me to continue.
I trace my tongue and lips down his collarbone before leaving another mark.
His small hand came up to the back of my head, weaving his fingers in my hair and pressing my head against his chest in encouragement.
My tongue flicks his nipple, and he practically bucks off the mattress.
I pull the pebbled nub into my mouth and suck before pulling it between my teeth. Another mark sits above it.
“Fuck, Jason.” He calls out in another moan.
“I can’t wait to wear your marks.” His breathing is labored, and with a flick of my finger, his pants open.
I sit back on my heels, grab the legs of his jeans, and tug, pulling them down his thin, toned legs.
Tossing them aside, I run my hands up his smooth, shaved legs and slide my hands under the leg openings of his underwear, squeezing the globes of his ass.
I lean forward, kissing his stomach before pulling the waistband of his black briefs in between my teeth and pulling them all the way down his legs.
I grab them with my hand and lift them to my nose.
Taking in a deep breath. “Fuck, Ben, you smell good.” He wiggles under my gaze.
I drop his underwear on top of his jeans on the floor.
Lifting his foot, I press a kiss to his ankle. “Is this okay?” I ask with a smirk.
“Yes.” His response is a breathy whisper.
I massage his calf before pressing a kiss there. “How about here?”
“Uh huh.” He moans.
My tongue flicks across his inner thigh. “What about here?” I tease.
“Everywhere. I want you to touch me everywhere.”
I press my lips into his thigh and suck hard. Leaving yet another claiming mark.
“Oh, god, yes.” He calls out, writhing underneath me.
My mouth moves further north. My tongue crosses over his hairless balls. I press a kiss to each side. “What about this?” I ask after releasing the flesh from my lips.
“Yours.” He claims.
“That’s right, boy. It’s mine. You’re all mine.” I tell him with possessiveness in my tone. And I mean it. This boy will forever be mine. A shiver racks his body.
I lick up his short shaft and suck him into my mouth in one shot. He’s small, maybe four inches erect. But I don’t care about that. He tastes better than any recipe I’ve ever made. When I swirl my tongue around his cock, he bucks up off the bed without warning, and tangy fluid fills my mouth.
I swallow every drop.
Using my mouth, I clean his cock, removing any evidence of his release.
“I’m…I’m so sorry. It just happened. You felt so good.” He tells me, worry etching his face.
“No apologies needed. I wanted you to come.” I tell him.
“Why? I thought.” He doesn’t finish his sentence.
“I wanted you to have what you needed. That way, you’ll last longer in round two.” I wink, and his face flushes red.
I work my way up his body, and he lets out a sigh when he tastes himself on my lips.
He pulls back, and I cock an eyebrow at him.
“My turn.” His devious smile tells me I’m in for a ride.
I grab the edge of my shirt and start to pull it over my head.
I’m having a difficult time because Ben is all over me.
Kissing me so deeply that I lose my train of thought.
His hand was squeezes my pec so hard that I almost yelp.
He is eager to give me what I want, but what he doesn’t understand is that I just want… him.
I’m just about to tell him just that when his mouth silences my words with another lingering kiss. I’m not sure when we switched positions, but he’s now straddling my hips, my jeans still on. His naked form is a sight to behold.
I hold him in place, and he rubs his bare ass across my crotch, and I need to free my dick. It’s pressing against the denim, and I’m scared I’ll get friction burn.
As if reading my mind, Ben scoots down and unfastens my jeans. I lift my hips as he pulls them, along with my boxer briefs, off. He mimics my moves and runs his hands up my hairy legs, making sounds of contentment.
“I love your hairy body,” he tells me, and the look in his eyes tells me that he’s being truthful. “My body hair is splotchy, so I shave,” he tells me as if he needed an excuse.
“I love your smooth body and can’t wait to feel you against me. Completely.” I tell him.
“Then let’s not wait,” he tells me.
I grab Ben’s hand and pull him back on top of me. We’re lying chest to chest. He offers me a soft kiss.
“I want to feel you inside me.”
“I want that, too,” I admit. “What are the ground rules?” I ask. It’s the first time we’ve had sex, and I want to make sure he’s comfortable.
“I…I’m adventurous. I haven’t tried many things, but I’m okay with exploring. I have my safe word if it gets to be too much.” He tells me shyly.
I won’t explore anything adventurous tonight, I just want to connect with him. Intimacy.
I reach into the nightstand and pull out the lube and a condom. When I see Ben’s face scrunch for just a moment, I grin. “I don’t like condoms either, but until we make a commitment and get tested together, we need to make sure we keep each other safe.”
My stomach roils thinking that some random guy would have fucked my boy bare if he allowed it.
“I know,” he sighs.
“We can wait until we’re tested if you want. We can do other things tonight.” I say, hoping to ease the tension from his body that’s still splayed across me.
He shakes his head. “No, I want to be safe. For both of us.”
As if needing to prove what he said, he moves his body, and his dick slides against mine. We both let out a moan simultaneously. Pressing my lips against his, we get lost in the moment all over again, and my hands roam across his back where sweat is beginning to dampen his skin.
“Please fuck me, Daddy,” Ben says, his eyes gloss over.
I pop the lid of the lube and drizzle some down his ass crack.
I then coat my fingers before dropping the bottle beside me.
Ben latches his mouth to my neck when I begin pressing one finger into his tight ring of muscle.
“Relax, Flower.” I coax him to rest, and when his body relaxes, my finger slips all the way in.
I begin to pull out, but Ben presses his hands on my chest and starts to sit up, straddling me.
He takes control and begins riding my hand.
When he’s nice and loose, I add another finger before repeating it all over again.
When the third finger is added, he releases a gasp mixed with a quiet scream.
When I crook my finger and hit that magic spot inside him, he lets out another scream, louder this time.
“I need you. Now!” Ben demands as he picks up the condom and tears the foil package impatiently. He rolls it down my above-average length. I’m also thicker than most guys I’ve been with, and I know he will feel the stretch and burn no matter how much I prep him.
I drizzle a hefty amount of lube down my shaft, and Ben’s small hand spreads it around before lining me up with his entrance.
Ben starts to descend down my cock and stops.
“Make sure you breathe,” I remind him. When he starts to move again, I also remind him to bear down. I feel myself sliding in, and it takes every ounce of my control not to buck up into him.
He’s so tight.
When I bottom out after what feels like eternity, a sigh of satisfaction escapes him.
I moan when he lifts up and starts to move.
Thank fuck. He’s killing me. When I push deep inside, he’s the one to moan, and something ravenous takes over me.
I no longer allow Ben to be in control. I take the lead and flip us so he’s on his back.
I pull out, leaving my head encased in his heat and slap into him. Again. And again. His fingers hold onto my shoulders, his nails biting into the flesh. Yes, I hope they leave a mark.
I lift his legs and put them up on my shoulders, practically bending this sweet boy in half. I watch as my dick enters him. It’s hot as fuck, and I’m not going to last long.
When I shift the angle and hit that spot inside him, he gasps, and before he can control it, another orgasm hits him. His body convulses underneath me as I slam into him a few more times.
I’ve never claimed someone the way I want to claim Ben. That thought sends an electrical current up my spine, and before I can pull out, I release into the condom. Fuck I hate this barrier between us, and I want to mark his insides.
I collapse on top of him, making sure to keep my weight mostly on the mattress. I pull him into my chest, and he snuggles in with sleepy eyes.
“That was incredible.” His voice is drowsy.
“You can say that again.” I tease.
“You can do that again,” he teases back.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I ask, concerned since I got a little carried away. “You were so perfect that I couldn’t help myself.”
“No. I’m good. More than good.” He snuggles in deeper.
“Hold on, baby. I need to clean us up, and then we can rest.” I tell him, rolling over and pulling off the condom. I toss it in the trash can, then grab a washcloth and heat it under the faucet.
Once we are cleaned up, I crawl under the covers, and Ben joins me, instantly plastering to my side, and I smile. It’s perfect. He’s perfect.
I run my fingers softly through his hair before kissing the top of his head.
“Stay the night?” I ask.
Before Ben can answer, his breathing evens out, and his body relaxes further into me as my little spoon.
I follow suit, closing my eyes and smiling into the dark room before drifting off to sleep, the smell of our scents mingling in the air.