Chapter 39 Benny
thirty-nine
Benny
NEW BODYGUARD OR SOMETHING.
“Strip for me, pretty boy. I want to see you in my collar and nothing else.”
There was nothing graceful about how quickly I stripped off the expensive suit or the crumpled pile it ended up in on the floor behind me, but Harper didn’t seem to mind.
Then I was naked except for the gifts he had given me and kneeling in front of him again.
His eyes traveled down my body slowly, taking in every inch of skin as if it were the first time he’d seen it, until they stopped on my dick, hard and reaching for him.
His tongue wet his bottom lip.
“It’s your birthday,” he said, his eyes lingering a moment longer before finding mine again. “So tonight, I’ll let you have and do whatever you want. No limits.”
I swallowed. “Anythin’?”
“Anything.”
He was handing me control. Giving me free rein of him and his body and trusting me with it completely.
I chewed my lip as I considered what I’d do with this gift. With him.
Slowly, I pushed up from my knees, my fingers stroking up over his shins to his outer thighs.
He’d given me consent for anything, but all I wanted was him. To touch him. To hold him, as I already had, and as I planned to every day for the rest of our lives.
I removed his tie first, letting it join the pile of clothing behind me, then I unbuttoned his shirt slowly, with my eyes lost in his. I slid it down his arms, exposing flawless alabaster skin.
Then I unfastened his pants. “Lift?” I whispered, and he raised his hips for me to pull them down. A small smile pulled at his lips, but my eyes were still drawn to his like a magnet. A wordless conversation in which nothing was said but everything was understood.
Then he was naked too, and I could spend the entire night just looking at him, appreciating his perfect body. Studying it like an archaeologist would an ancient statue, with a care that bled into devotion, until I knew all his history. Until I knew his body better than I knew my own.
When I claimed his lips this time, it was slow, gentle, filled with care and gratitude.
I was so grateful that he let me be soft, that he allowed himself the same.
My lips found his neck, lingering only a moment before trailing each shoulder and down his chest, over his toned stomach, his thighs.
I placed only brief kisses over his perfect cock as it pulsed in response, and as much as I wanted to suck him down and bring him all the pleasure I could, this wasn’t the part of him I wanted most.
“Turn around?” I asked.
His smile grew. He turned. I’d been planning to kiss over all the skin of his back too, but my eyes were immediately drawn to another surprise he’d prepared for me.
Between perfect cheeks, a golden plug, with “Benny’s Sir” engraved in cursive letters.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
How the fuck had I ever gotten this lucky?
My fucking name was on the ass of the most perfect man in existence. My prince.
My palms massaged his cheeks, my thumbs spreading him open so I could see it better in the candlelight.
He’d been wearing this all through dinner, and I’d had no idea.
“You’re so perfect,” I whispered.
“No, you are,” he whispered back.
I traced the rim of it with my fingertips, then tugged, just enough to realize it was thicker than I’d initially expected. I pushed it back in. Repeated it. Pulling it out enough to watch his hole stretch around the bulb, only to push it back inside and watch as his body sucked it in again.
He gasped every time.
After minutes of teasing him with it, I finally pulled it free completely.
His empty hole twitched, seeking to be filled again, and I did just that.
My tongue slipped into his warm body, and Harper groaned. He tasted like strawberry lube and himself. I couldn’t get enough. I pushed as deep as physically possible.
I fucked him with my tongue, letting my mind drift as I found comfort and pleasure in pleasing him like this.
I’d told him earlier I was going to do this all night, and now that he’d told me I could do anything, I planned on keeping my word on that.
His moans got louder. His hole twitched faster. His body trembled as he fisted the sheets and I feasted on him.
“Benny,” he moaned. “Fuck, mmm I’m gonna come.”
He tried to pull away, and I growled at him, no better than a dog at risk of losing its treat.
The grip my hands had on his thighs didn’t let him get far before I was pushing back inside him again.
He trembled. “Fuck, Benny, fuuck.” He groaned and his body tensed and his hole clenched and I kept licking and sucking even as he spilled over the bedding.
Not enough. Wasn’t done.
He tried to pull away again. I pulled him back. The more I continued, the more he twitched and squirmed, the more desperate the beautiful sounds he made became.
Harper whined. His thighs trembled as he tried to pull away again. He wasn’t allowed. He was mine. This hole was mine. And I wasn’t done with it yet.
This time, instead of yanking him back by the thighs, my arms passed under his shaking legs so I could wrap them around his back as I stood, bringing him along with me.
“Woah!” His hands scrambled for purchase as my feet flattened on the ground, and my arms tightened around his waist, keeping him from falling or moving away from me. My tongue stayed buried in his ass.
“Holy fuck,” he cursed as his hands grasped the backs of my knees.
His legs, now spread wide, bent until his ankles locked together behind my head.
Then I continued to tongue fuck him as I held him upside down.
It only took him a moment to relax again, trusting me not to drop him. Then he was taking advantage of this new position, and warm, wet heat enveloped my aching dick.
I groaned. He sucked harder, taking me in until my cock hit the back of his throat.
We fit together perfectly like this, and I could hold him up for hours. I intended to, but Harper was suddenly determined to make me come as fast as possible.
I could do nothing to stop him without the risk of dropping him, so all I could do was moan as I tried to distract him with my tongue.
Pressure built in my gut, and only once I was having difficulty fighting back the bliss threatening to overtake me did I reposition us again.
Our mouths kept licking or sucking some part of each other’s body as I took a seat on the end of the bed, making sure to keep Harper exactly where he was.
My cock was sucked back into his throat, and I gripped him tighter with one arm so I could feel around for where I’d dumped the plug.
I found it, still wet from his body as I pushed it back inside him. I licked around it, before pushing my tongue in next to it.
He made such beautiful sounds.
“Lube,” I panted.
Harper sucked off my dick with a pop. “Bed. Behind you somewhere.”
My hand fumbled blindly behind me until my fingers brushed against it.
Harper returned to my cock as I popped it open, slicking up my fingers and bringing them with my tongue to his pink hole.
The more I stretched him, the sloppier his blow job got, but I was still right on the edge of climax, fighting it off with every ounce of willpower I had left.
I yanked the plug out, tossing it behind me, before shoving three fingers into his stretched hole as he whined. Then I yanked them out and practically threw him down on the bed beside me.
He’d hardly caught his breath before my cock, wet with his spit, was sinking into his tight heat.
I came instantly, barely finished loading him up before I was pulling out again and yanking him up to taste myself inside him.
He practically screamed as he came a second time, and I rolled him over to catch what I could of that in my mouth too.
When I was certain he didn’t have any more for me, I pulled off, my lips placing soft, gentle kisses over his inner thighs as he caught his breath.
“You’re so fucking strong.” He spoke softly as his fingers combed through my damp hair.
“Was that… alright? Pickin’ you up like that?”
Harper chuckled. “Benny, that was so far beyond alright.”
I exhaled in relief.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I warned him, kissing his hip, his stomach, his chest, and then his lips.
Harper nodded. “Good, because I haven’t had enough of your cock. Not even close.”
We kissed lazily, giving our bodies a chance to recover and prepare for more.
When my cock filled again, I had him sit on it facing away from me.
Then my hands gripped his thighs and I lifted him, carrying him over to the window so he could look out at the view he’d no doubt paid a small fortune for us to have as I fucked him hard and fast against the glass, his hands and knees pressed against it as I controlled our pace and speed, listening for what made his moans the loudest and keeping us there.
He painted the glass with his pleasure, and I filled him with mine.
Then I carried him to the shower and worshipped his body under the stream of water.
We fell into bed, naked and damp, limbs entangled as we kissed slow and deep. He wanted my cock again, and I gave it to him, thrusting slowly until he fell asleep, and I followed him, safe and loved in the warmth of his body.
My phone buzzed continuously on the nightstand. I’d decided to ignore it when I saw my sister’s name on the screen, but after the third time in a row, I decided to answer to make sure there wasn’t some emergency I needed to deal with. I planned on yelling at her if there wasn’t.
“What do you want?” I whisper shouted as I stepped out of bed and crossed the room so I wouldn’t wake Harper.
He was already starting to stir, though, his hand smoothing over the warm sheets I’d abandoned as he searched for me. My heart warmed.
“Fuckin’ finally. I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all mornin’,” Rachel snapped.
“Why?”
“Check ya bloody messages, Bear Bear. You’re in the spotlight again.”
The warmth in my chest rapidly cooled, because I could think of only one reason why the media would suddenly be interested in me again.
I pulled the phone away from my ear, opening the several message notifications Rachel had sent me in her attempts to wake me up. I scrolled to the first one, my heart in my throat as I opened the link.
“New Bodyguard or Something More for Lorens Heir?”
I swallowed, scrolling down to see a picture that had been taken last night of Harper and me at dinner, our hands held over the table as we looked at each other in a way that couldn’t be mistaken as anything but romantic.
Fuck.
I went back to the chat, finding two other links to similar tabloids and the same picture.
I ended the call on Rachel while she was still speaking. Harper was awake now, rubbing his eyes as he sat up in bed.
His smile faded as he took in whatever must have been displayed on my face.
“What is it?” he asked.
I swallowed, chewing my lip as I joined him back in the still-warm sheets. I didn’t know how to tell him we’d just been outed to the world, so I handed him the phone.
His eyes locked on the screen. I couldn’t read his thoughts. His face was blank even as he scrolled to the end of the article.
He placed the phone on the nightstand, hooked his finger under the chain around my neck, and used it to lead me over him.
“Fuck me,” he demanded.
“The article—”
“Fuck me, Benny. That’s outside. I don’t want to think about outside. I just want to be here, inside this room, with you and only you. Only we matter here. So fuck me.”
Any further attempts at talking about the article were quickly silenced by his lips over mine. I let him lead me, let him take what he seemed to need from me in this moment.
I fucked him, giving him everything as he demanded it, harder and faster, until we could think of nothing but our raw, urgent need for each other.
Then we showered in silence, dressed, and left this room behind.
There were a few reporters lingering outside the building as we left the lobby.
Harper stopped in his tracks when he spotted them and their flashing cameras.
I was about to go and fight every single one of them, but then his hand was gripping a fistful of my hoodie and using it to yank me down to him.
Our lips crashed together, and Harper held nothing back as he kissed me for the whole world to see.
When we parted, he smiled, and placed a softer kiss to the tip of my nose.
“Your move, old man,” he whispered.