Chapter 9 Lukas #2
Ben drops his gaze for a moment, and it’s then that I notice he’s carrying a small bag.
Motioning him to enter, I close the door too hard, and it rattles the frame. Ben laughs as I throw the deadbolt and turn to him.
“Am I locked in for the night?”
“Yes. Is there somewhere you need to be? Any morning classes to teach?”
He looks up at me. The sparkle in his eyes makes me smile because I know he wants the same thing I do.
“The only place I need to be is bent over for you.”
“I love it when you just say what you want like that.”
He moves towards me, heat in his gaze, and remembers he’s holding the bag.
“The first thing I want is for you to put these in your freezer. They’re much better than a bag of peas and the shitty ice pack you probably have.”
Passing me the bag, I look inside to find three bags very similar to the one he used on my eye at his studio. Although the outside of these are covered in fun patterns. One even has little hockey pucks on it, and I chuckle.
“Is this the same thing you put on my eye at the studio?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs. “Just keep them in your freezer so they’re ready. If you hit back, you might need them for your knuckles too.”
He just throws that out casually, and it’s anything but to me. But I do as he asks and settle the three flannel-covered bags into my freezer.
“So…this is the place you found to replace the motel room? It’s nice.”
He toes off his shoes and tries to walk to my living room, but I grab him and pull him into me.
“I’ll give you the grand tour later.”
My lips take his, and he pushes up to press himself into me. His hands slide under my shirt with a groan.
“I never thought I’d appreciate a man’s body that’s as big and hard as yours,” he whispers against my lips as he struggles to remove my shirt. “You have the firmest,” he grunts as he finally gets my shirt off. “And just…you have a lot of fucking muscles, and I like it.”
He lays open-mouthed kisses across my chest, and my body shudders.
“I never thought I’d like a man who was so flexible and…chatty.”
Ben pauses with a raised eyebrow. “I’m chatty?”
Smiling, I push him against the wall. “Yeah. You talk a lot before and during sex. I can’t say after because we’ve never had that chance yet.” One-handed, I grab the neck of his shirt and tug. He wiggles his arms out, and I remove the shirt, flipping it somewhere behind me with a laugh.
“I can stop talking if you prefer. I can’t promise I’ll be successful, though.” Ben pauses before shoving my sweatpants down. “What are we celebrating, anyway?”
His big brown eyes blink while his hands still rest on my hips. He might be hot and horny, but he waits for my reply with genuine interest, and fuck if that doesn’t make me like him even more.
Running my palms down his sides, a trail of goose bumps follows along his smooth skin. Another opposite with us. He’s so soft and unblemished. I’m scarred and rough.
“I earned the ‘C’ today.”
When he stares blankly at me, I laugh softly and run my thumb over his plump bottom lip.
“It means Captain. They named me team captain.”
His eyes light up, and he wraps his arms around my neck.
“Lukas, that’s so amazing! I’m not sure what it means for you, but you’re happy about it, so I’m happy for you.”
I bring my mouth to his again, and his kiss is softer as he pulls me down to him.
“I’ve never fucked a captain of anything. Do I need to call you a special name, or is Lukas still okay?” He playfully bites my lip and soothes it with his tongue, drawing a laugh from me.
“No special name yet. Just Lukas, while you beg for me, is fine.”
He tucks his hands back into my pants and sinks slowly to his knees, taking my pants with him. My cock hangs thick and ready for whatever this night will bring.
“Free balling. Nice. You think of everything, don’t you?”
He splays his hand across my abs and licks along my dick, drawing a curse from me.
“Not everything. I don’t want you on your knees like this.” Well, I do, but not right now. “I want you spread open and bent into a pretzel so I can fuck you without the use of a door or a wall.”
“You say the sweetest things.”
Ben bounces up, and I kick off my sweats while pulling him to me. The built-up lust from thinking of him for the last few hours takes over, and I grab his ass hard, forcing him to lift his feet so I can carry him to the bed.
He’s heavier than he looks, but nothing I can’t handle, and I like having him wrapped around me like this.
My knees hit the mattress, and rather than dropping him, I lower him down and drape myself over him.
“You still have too many clothes on. I need you naked.”
Curling my fingers into the waistband of his pants, he raises his hips, and I pull them down. He smiles at me when I tilt my head at his choice of underwear.
“You said the other ones barely covered my ass. I thought I’d give these a go.”
Ben, I think, is all or nothing. He’s into sex, or he’s walking away.
He’s eating four hot dogs, or he’s not eating at all.
And now, he’s either wearing the skimpiest scrap of cloth or wearing what I call an old man’s banana hammock.
It’s covering his ass and has a pouch for the good bits.
The underwear simultaneously leaves nothing to the imagination and covers him up like hideous 1970s wallpaper.
“I don’t want to judge, but Ben…don’t wear these again. They’re like grandma panties for men.”
Somehow, he laughs, full and deep, and my smile never wavers as I remove the offending underwear and blanket myself over top of him again.
“I love how you feel on top of me,” he whispers before wrapping his legs around my waist and squeezing. “Lukas?”
“What?”
“I’m really glad you asked me to celebrate with you.” He shifts his hips with a sly grin. “But can we hurry this along?”
“Do you need to be somewhere?”
“Yes, I have tea with the king scheduled for tomorrow.” He grins up at me. “I’m just impatient, okay?”
And then his dimple pops as he laughs, and I know that as long as Ben is in my life, saying no will be hard.