Chapter 31
thirty-one
Benny
CANDLE LIGHTS AND HARD CONVERSATIONS.
“Why can’t I come in yet?” Harper’s voice was muffled by the door between us.
“Just… two minutes,” I called back to him.
“But why? What are you doing in there?”
“Just… please.” I couldn’t tell him the real reason. I wanted it to be a surprise.
“Ugh. Hurry up.”
So impatient. I smiled.
Once I’d finished lighting all the candles, and made sure the rose petals were scattered evenly across the floor and bedding, I switched on the soft gold fairy lights draped back and forth over the top of my canopy bed.
I was still naked from the shower we’d just shared together. So was Harper, standing in the hallway in nothing but one of my towels.
I’d bought a blindfold, but I didn’t want to put it on just yet. I needed to see his reaction.
I knelt down beside the bed, exactly how I used to when we’d met at The Veil, and called out to say he could come in.
The door opened quickly, but as his eyes fell on all that waited for him, he gasped, impatience and annoyance fading from his pretty blue eyes as he took it all in.
I knew Harper had been joking when he mentioned the candles and rose petals the first time we had sex, but I hadn’t been.
“What is all this?” His voice was soft.
“Just what you deserve.”
His expression softened further as he turned to me again. He was careful as he approached me, trying not to step on the petals. Then he was in front of me, his perfect fingers running through my hair in a way that calmed me like nothing else ever had.
“You’re so much more than I deserve.”
I scowled at him. “Don’t talk poorly about the man I love.”
He smiled softly, then sank to his knees in front of me. We kissed slow and deep.
“Make love to me,” he whispered as he pressed his forehead against mine. I wanted nothing more.
His towel fell to the floor as I picked him up and spread him on the bed over the petals. He was a vision. Perfect in every way.
I took my time kissing over every inch of skin, giving him marks that rivaled the color of the roses along his chest and thighs.
Then I ate him out until he came.
Once he’d recovered, I took my time opening him up with the strawberry lube I’d bought him. I was going to do it right this time. I was going to show him thoroughly the difference between fucking and making love.
When he was ready, I pushed in slowly, so I could savor every new inch of him accepting me, and unlike last time, he didn’t rush me.
It was soft but passionate, the slow tempo giving us more time to just feel each other, to be connected in a way that wasn’t urgent and animalistic, but intentional.
It was sex as much as it was a love letter. From me to him. From him to me. With words felt rather than written.
He came first, and I followed soon after. Then we were just kissing, just touching, fingers exploring each other’s bodies and committing every detail to memory.
“I just want to live in your body,” I whispered against his lips.
He kissed me. “I wish you could. I’ll let you in every moment I’m able to. You can have it now. You can have it tonight. Wake up inside me tomorrow. And as much as you want this weekend until you’re satisfied.”
“I’ll never have enough of you.”
Our lips melded again. Harder, more urgent, until my cock filled up inside him and I fucked him again. Slow at first, but then faster, harder, trying to push my need and overwhelming desire for him back into his body. Trying to leave marks on his insides that would remain even when I couldn’t.
He rocked back into me like he wanted the same. His nails left their marks over my back.
“Want—to—mark—you—” His voice jolted with every hard snap of my hips.
I nodded, and Harper grabbed the back of my neck and yanked me down. Teeth sank into the skin of my shoulder hard enough that I wondered if he broke the skin.
He could if he wanted to.
He could consume me, and I’d let him, as long as he never stopped touching me.
He did it again, his tongue soothing over the hurt, sucking the pain to the surface.
My hips moved faster. My body out of my control. As if he’d possessed me. His voice got louder. It rippled over my sweaty skin.
We came together, and the both of us merged into one being for a moment of pure bliss as I filled him and he spilled between us.
He whined as I pulled out of him, but any further complaints morphed into moans of pleasure as I flipped him over and lapped at his open hole.
“Back inside,” he panted when I was done.
“I don’t think I can get hard again,” I said with great disappointment as I kissed over the back of his shoulders.
“Don’t care,” his voice mumbled against the sheets. “Inside.”
I chuckled. “Alright, love. Give me a moment.”
Harper groaned, and I stepped away for no more time than I had to in order to blow out the candles and turn out the lights.
Then I scooped him up and pulled him under the covers. He wriggled until my half-hard dick pressed back inside him with a little assistance.
I kissed his ear. “If you wake up first… you can use me however you want to.”
Harper pushed further back onto me. “I can use your body while you’re asleep?”
“Yes,” I consented, kissing him again. “You can use me however you want, whenever you want. My body belongs to you completely.”
He groaned, rocking his hips against me. My cock tried its best to rise to the occasion, but ultimately failed to get there.
Fingers weaved between mine over his stomach and he brought my hand up to his mouth to kiss over my knuckles.
“You can too, touch me in my sleep. Just don’t mark anywhere I can’t cover with work clothes.”
I hummed in approval and kissed his neck, his ears. I kissed anywhere my lips could reach until he was asleep. I followed him shortly after.
When my eyes opened next, it still wasn’t daylight outside, but my dick was finally hard again. I rolled my hips slowly into his body, limp with sleep.
Once my thrusts increased, he stirred awake, moaning and pushing back onto me for more. I stroked his hard dick as I continued until he tightened around me and wet warmth filled my hand. I came inside him and he moaned, then his head slumped as he fell asleep again.
The next time I woke up, it was to Harper riding me. I was on my back, his hands on my chest as he bounced on my cock.
The morning light streaming through the curtain made him seem like he was glowing.
“My prince.” I smiled.
I tried to reach for him, but my hands were stopped short as something rattled by my head. So, he’d found the bag of things I’d bought for us and left by the dresser.
I tried to move my feet and noticed he’d restrained those as well.
“You’ve been busy,” I groaned.
He smirked and rode me faster.
Once we both came again, he released me, seeming far more energetic than was fair. I knew for certain I’d never come so much in one night before, and my body was heavy and tired, even though it was extremely satisfied. He didn’t seem to be having the same issue.
“I need to shower,” he said, stealing my lips in a quick kiss.
I pouted.
“What?”
“I like you full of my cum.”
His blush darkened, but he rolled his eyes. “You put a lot in there.”
I nodded. “I worked very hard on that.”
He huffed, then shuffled off me again to reach for the bag he’d left by the bed. He dug through it until he found the silver butt plug with the pale pink crystal-heart base, then handed it to me and turned around so I could put it in for him.
I might have taken longer to do so than I needed to.
Then I carried him to the shower and washed us both.
“Absolutely not,” I told him as he reached for his suit pants back in my room.
“What?”
“You aren’t wearin’ those.”
I marched over to my dresser and pulled one of my gym hoodies out, bringing it to him and pulling it over his head. It fit him like a dress, and the sleeves were way too long. My cock made sure to let me know we were very into seeing Harper in our clothes.
He looked down at himself, and I hoped he wouldn’t refuse to wear it and put those stiff clothes back on that covered all his pretty skin and couldn’t have been at all comfortable.
He rolled his eyes, but I noticed his blush had deepened.
Then it was breakfast time, and I very much enjoyed the way Harper squirmed in his seat from the plug.
I made us coffee and pancakes on one plate and with one fork that I used to feed us both.
“What do you want to do today?” I asked him.
“No idea. I usually just work.”
“Well, what do you like to do when you’re not workin’?”
He thought about it for a while, then shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t have hobbies?”
“I haven’t really tried anything.”
I nodded. “Wait here.” I grabbed a notebook and brought it back to the kitchen. “We’re goin’ to make a list of all the things you might like to try doin’ and then cross them off one at a time after we do them together.”
He was quiet but he nodded.
I hated his father. I hated that Harper lived his life like he was a part of the company and not like the company was just one part of him.
It took over all of him to the point that he didn’t know what hobbies he had, or what movies he liked, or what any of his interests were outside of that place.
I might not have been able to do anything to the man, but I was going to help Harper find all the buried pieces of himself so I could love and support him in his entirety.
We filled out the list, and then I started a new page to write out all the movies and TV shows I was going to make him watch.
“I should just log into work for a bit and make sure nothing urgent happened,” he said after a while.
“Okay, baby. I’m goin’ to get started on lunch.”
I finished chopping most of the vegetables before realizing I’d somehow forgotten to buy an onion. This recipe really wouldn’t work without it. I’d have to go to the store quickly.
I also had no idea where Harper had gotten to. He wasn’t in the kitchen, or the dining room.