Chapter 28
twenty-eight
Benny
WARM HANDS.
“I love you,” I confessed. “There’s no ‘ like’ about it.”
Harper was so beautiful. My prince. With captivating blue eyes that sparkled like diamonds. Tears fell and were caught. Because I was here now, I finally had him, and I’d never let them fall without catching them again.
“I love you too,” he whispered. And all the pain we’d both been through the last few months was worth it just to hear those words from his perfect lips.
I claimed them with mine again. Again. Until there was no beginning or ending to each kiss, and they all melded together into something that made my heart and body ache with relief and longing.
“Take me to bed,” he ordered.
My hands cupped under his perfect thighs as I stood, easily lifting us both. I carried him to the bed and gently spread him out on the covers.
His body draped over its surface like a vision. Like an idol on an altar, ready for me to worship. I’d do just that.
Taking one of his hands, I made my way with tender kisses from each fingertip to his palm, then turned his hand to kiss over his knuckles. His wrist. Over the silky fabric of his shirt, until my lips met skin again at his neck.
I kissed over his face, his jaw, to his beautiful ears. He shivered, the area a sensitive spot for him that I planned on touching as much as possible. My tongue traced the shell of one, then the other.
Then I was kissing his cheeks. His eyelids. His nose. His lips again. Back down to his neck.
My nose nuzzled the warm area where his skin met the fabric of his shirt.
“Take it off,” he breathed.
My fingers and mouth worked in tandem, kissing over each new inch of flesh as my hands revealed it. Harper sat up just enough for me to slide the shirt all the way off and drop it to the floor beside me.
He was thinner than he’d been the last time I’d seen him, but just as beautiful.
“More,” he demanded. “Your hands are so warm.”
I unfastened his pants and he lifted his hips for me to drag those off him along with his underwear. Then he was naked.
I wasted no time in kissing over the newly exposed skin of his legs, until I’d kissed the entire front side of him and needed to move on to the back. “Turn over?”
He did, rolling onto his stomach and giving me the absolute privilege of accessing the rest of him.
I started at his shoulders, making my way down over his back.
His thighs. Calves. Then moving back up to the perfect mounds of his firm ass.
My lips showed their appreciation, until it wasn’t enough and my teeth had to get involved.
Harper moaned as they sank in. I did it again, and again he made such a lovely sound.
I switched cheeks, and my hand massaged the one I’d abandoned. He pushed into my touch, wordlessly seeking more, and I was all too happy to give it to him.
I pulled back to watch his reaction as my thumbs spread his cheeks, revealing his pretty pink hole. Harper didn’t pull away, so I continued. One thumb gently rubbed over his entrance. The soft moan he responded with was enough to encourage a firmer touch as I did it again.
Harper’s hips twitched, then he was pushing back for more.
It was all I needed. My lips returned to him, this time kissing directly over his hole. He gasped. I did it again. Then my tongue traced his rim and his hands gripped fistfuls of bedding.
“God, yes, pup. More.”
My tongue continued to circle and lap at him, waiting until he relaxed into the sensations before I gave him more, gently pushing inside. He moaned louder.
I made myself comfortable, entirely content to do nothing but feast on his ass for the rest of the afternoon and into the night if he’d let me.
“More,” he panted.
One of my fingers pressed in beside my tongue, using my spit to glide in deeper. His hips lifted from the bed to meet it eagerly, so I gave him two.
“Ngh, more,” he groaned.
I sucked in a breath, having neglected air in favor of tasting him. “Do you have lube?”
He nodded. “Bottom drawer. Code is four seven two three.”
Code? I shuffled over to his nightstand, noticing the keypad on his bottom drawer. I’d ask him about that later. For now, I put the code in. A green light flashed, and the drawer opened.
There wasn’t as much in there as I’d expected, or maybe hoped for. Strawberry lube, two dildos, and some anal beads.
I grabbed the lube, slicked up my fingers, and picked up right where I left off.
When Harper’s body accepted three of my fingers, he still demanded more, so I gave him a fourth, watching with awe as they slipped in and out of his slick, stretched hole.
He was a moaning, panting mess, his hips still pushing onto my fingers and tongue, seeking more.
“I want you to fuck me,” he panted, his voice deep with lust.
I groaned, my cock kicking in my pants in its agreement.
I placed a soft kiss on his thigh. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Fuck. I need it.”
I needed him too. My cock basically screamed at me to connect us. “Where are your condoms?” I asked, knowing they hadn’t been with the lube.
He quieted, his body stilling. I waited for him to respond.
“I don’t have any. I… haven’t needed them before.”
I kissed his thigh again. “You’ve never had sex with anyone here?”
The thought that I would be the first one to have sex with him here, in his bed, was making my need to claim him in this new way even stronger.
Again he was quiet, and when he spoke, his voice was much softer. “I’ve never done it before.” He spoke quickly.
The room fell completely silent, only the slight hum from the snake tank and the sound of my own breathing to fill it. My stomach fluttered as I tried to process what that meant. “Never… done what exactly?”
Harper huffed. “Sex.”
I inhaled slowly. “Like… ever?”
“No.”
The words made sense, but I needed to be absolutely sure I was understanding him correctly. “You’re… a virgin?”
“So what?” he snapped, rolling onto his back quickly to face me.
“I couldn’t just go around hooking up with people.
How would I know if they were going to tell people, or that I could trust them?
That’s why I joined the club. Even then I found I couldn’t trust people to keep the damn blindfold on until you. ”
My mind was swirling, like I’d taken a hit of a powerful drug and was struggling to find my bearings. “I was your first for that too?”
“Yes, Benny,” he snapped again. “You were. You were my first for everything.”
“Everythin’?” My voice croaked. “Your first blow job?”
“Yes.”
“Hand job?”
“Yes.”
“Kiss?”
“Everything, Benny!”
I stood up, too many emotions rushing at me at once. I could barely process this information, the knowledge that I was the first, the only person to touch him in every way we’d already experienced together months ago, and now he was giving me this as well?
It was a miracle I didn’t come in my pants at just the idea of that. I wanted to scream and cry with joy. I also wanted to claim the absolute fuck out of him, and if I didn’t calm myself down, I was going to give him far more than he’d be ready for on his first time.
He was glaring at me now, and I was trying to contain all the emotions threatening to spill out of me and make me look like an absolute fool for him.
“So what? Do you have a problem with it?”
“No. No of course not, my love. I am tryin’ very hard to be cool and normal about this and not just claim the fuck out of you right now.”
His glare softened, his lips curling into a half smile. Slowly, he spread his legs open for me, and my eyes locked onto his slick, stretched hole. A hole no one else had ever been inside of before.
My heart was doing its best to burst right out of my chest and leap onto him before I could. My dick very much trying to do the same.
I bit my lip hard to keep myself under control, but that was a losing battle as Harper’s hand traveled down his body slowly, sensually, until he pressed three fingers back into his hole.
“Either you keep going, or you hand me a dildo from that drawer and I’ll fuck myself.”
The last of my restraint snapped. I was on him. My mouth devoured his, deep and messy.
“I got tested after my ex,” I panted between kisses. “Two years ago. I haven’t been with anyone else until you.”
He gripped my ass so roughly it was more pain than pleasure.
“I hate your ex,” he growled.
“Why?”
“I hate everyone who got to have you before me.”
I smiled. “I think I like you jealous.”
“And I think you’re talking when you should be fucking.”
I wanted to, so badly. I groaned. “But it’s your first time. It needs to be special. Just… let me go get some stuff first. So I can make it everythin’ you deserve.”
Harper snarled at me. “Like what? Candles and rose petals? I don’t need anything, Benny, except for you to fuck me. Right the fuck now.”
I bit my lip because yes, that was exactly what I’d been planning to go and get for him.
“Lie down,” he ordered.
“But—”
“Lie. Down. You’re taking too long, now you’ve lost the privilege.”
I pouted, but did as I was told, lying down on the bed against the silk pillows.
“Ass up.”
Again I obeyed, and Harper yanked my pants and boxers down with no finesse. My dick had zero complaints, springing up red and also angry at me for not having freed it earlier.
Harper eyed it before licking his lips, then he reached for the lube where I’d abandoned it on the bed.
He wasted no time in popping it open and dripping the cold substance all over my cock in a slick mess.
His perfect fingers wrapped around me and electricity echoed over my entire body just from that touch.
“Fuck, you’re big.” His eyes remained locked on my dick as he spoke, his expression just as focused as he’d seemed while working earlier, only now there was a deep blush over his cheeks and chest.
“I should stretch you more at least.” I tried to reach for him, and he slapped my hand away.
“No touching. Hold the sides of the pillow.”
I couldn’t help the whimper, but of course I did as he told me.
“Don’t let it go until I tell you.”
I nodded.