7. Ben #2
I know what a mouth feels like around my cock. I don’t know why Fraser’s makes my thighs shake.
Fraser pulls back until only the head remains between his lips. His tongue circles it, lingering under the ridge, and my hips shove forward before I decide to move.
He takes me.
His throat works around the head. The sudden tight heat tears a groan out of me. I hold his hair without pushing while he goes deeper on his own, his nose almost brushing the dark hair at my base before he pulls back with a wet sound.
“Again.” My voice barely sounds like mine. “Take it again.”
His eyes flash. He grips the backs of my thighs and swallows me until his lips reach my fist. My cock slides over his tongue and into his throat. I feel every inch of his mouth giving way.
“Good.” I brush my thumb over his temple. “Just like that.”
He sets a rhythm. Deep, then shallow, then deep again. Saliva spills over his lower lip and slicks my shaft. The room fills with the wet sound of his mouth and my breathing getting rougher no matter how hard I try to control it.
Fraser’s cock is still leaking between his thighs. He reaches for it.
“Don’t.”
He looks up at me without letting my cock fall from his mouth.
“Leave it.” I rub my thumb over the hollow of his cheek. “I want you hard when I’m done.”
He moans. His hand drops to my calf instead, fingers digging in as he takes me deep.
The sight is obscene. Nolan Fraser is on his knees with my cock stretching his lips, naked and desperate enough to obey me. His eyes stay defiant even while he sucks exactly the way I told him to.
“You wanted to know what gets me excited.” I push my cock slowly over his tongue. “Look at you.”
His eyes narrow, but his mouth sucks harder.
Pleasure builds at the base of my spine. My balls pull up tight, and the next pass of his tongue sends a sharp pulse through my cock. I’m close. Too close. Another few seconds of that wet suction and I’ll come down his throat.
For one wild moment, I want to. I want to hold his head in place and feel him swallow everything I give him.
Not yet.
I pull out.
Fraser follows me, mouth open, trying to take me back. His lips are wet and red. A line of saliva breaks between his tongue and the head of my cock.
“What the fuck?” he gasps.
I hook a hand under his arm and haul him to his feet. He comes up fast and solid against me. Before he can recover, I turn him toward the wall beside the door.
“Hands on the wall.”
He braces both palms against it. His ass lifts, firm and bare in front of me.
My cock is still wet from his mouth. I fit it between the cheeks of his ass and roll my hips.
The slick head drags over hot skin. Fraser pushes back, trapping me tighter, and we both groan.
It feels close enough to fucking to destroy what’s left of my control. My clothed chest covers his naked back. My cock slides between his ass cheeks with every thrust, rubbing against him without going inside. His body moves under mine, meeting me hard each time.
I reach around and take his cock in my hand.
It’s hot and heavy, the head dripping against my fingers. I spread the wetness down the shaft and tighten my grip. Fraser jerks forward, then shoves back against me even harder.
“Fuck.” His voice is rough. “Do that again.”
I stroke him from root to tip, dragging my thumb over the slit before closing my fist on the way down. His hips snap into my hand. I do it again, slower, feeling his cock pulse in my grip.
“Like that?”
“Yeah. Fuck, yes.”
I press my mouth to the tattoo on the back of his shoulder and lick the salt from his skin. He shudders. His ass clamps tighter around my cock, and the next thrust sends the head sliding through the cleft until it bumps against his lower back.
My release gathers again, faster this time. Fraser’s mouth ruined whatever control I had. The weight of his cock in my hand, his ass moving against me, the sounds he’s making are finishing the job.
I bite his shoulder and stroke him harder.
“Pope.” His arms start to shake. “Fuck, I’m close.”
“Push back.”
He does. His ass meets every thrust, using my cock as shamelessly as he used his mouth. I tighten my fist around him and keep the same pace until his breathing turns into broken, helpless sounds.
“Come for me,” I say against his neck.
“You first.”
Even now, he has to fight me.
I drive forward. My cock slides hard between his cheeks, and the friction catches me exactly right. My balls draw tight. The first pulse is so hard my knees nearly give, and I pull back just far enough to come across his ass and lower back.
My hips keep jerking. Thick streaks spill over his skin, white against the black ink near his hip. I groan into his shoulder with each one.
My hand never stops moving on his cock.
Fraser curses and bucks into my fist. I tighten my grip through the slick at the head and stroke him faster, holding him against me while his knees start to give.
“Now,” I tell him. “Come.”
His cock pulses hard in my hand. Hot come spills over my fingers and spatters the carpet between his feet. His body locks, then shudders beneath me while I keep stroking him through it.
The room goes quiet except for both of us trying to breathe.
I’m still pressed along his back. My cock hasn’t fully softened. Come cools on my hand and streaks Fraser’s skin. I can feel his heartbeat through the arm wrapped across his chest.
“Fuck,” Fraser says. His laugh is breathless and wrecked. “I didn’t realize you were into men.”
The words hit like ice water.
I let go of him and step back. The room feels too bright. Fraser straightens slowly and turns toward me, still naked, his face flushed and his mouth swollen from my cock.
“I’m not.” I pull up my underwear and shove my cock into my pants with hands that refuse to work properly. “Shit happens on the road.”
His mouth closes. The wrecked grin doesn’t come back.
I get my zipper up. I leave my shirt tucked wrong and my belt hanging open because fixing either one would mean standing here longer.
Then I walk out of his room as calmly as I can.
The hall is still empty. I turn toward my room and make it four doors before I start moving too fast. I keep it to a fast walk because running would make noise.
I miss the card reader twice.
The lock finally flashes green. I get inside, close the door, and lean against it while my heart hammers.
I have no fucking idea what I just did. This was supposed to get Fraser out of my system. I can still feel his mouth around my cock and his ass sliding under it.
My head is worse than it was before.
My right hand is sticky with his come.