Chapter 10 Ben
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Ben
Idon’t know what it is with Lukas, but every touch or kiss sears me to the core. He makes sex something more than a primal need. He isn’t just chasing orgasms. He’s living in the moment with everything he’s got, and I’m immensely happy to be on the receiving end.
“Oh, fuck…yeah, do that again.”
My fingers claw into the sheets as Lukas fucks me slowly with his fingers and tongues my balls.
For a guy who says his job is to punch people, his hands are nothing but gentle on my body.
He reads every little reaction, mapping it all to repeat later.
Every molecule of my being melts with pleasure at his attention, and I’m a needy mess.
I totally did the right thing in telling him about the beaver gig. There wasn’t going to be a world where I walked away from sex like this.
“Do you want to come like this, Ben?” Lukas bites the inside of my thigh, and I lift my head to peer down my body at him between my legs.
His hazel eyes and thick lashes stare at me with a lazy confidence.
He’s in no hurry to end this, and it’s with a slow clarity that I realize we don’t need to hurry.
This is his place, and we have all night if I want it. Sure beats the floor of my studio office. Although I won’t be giving that up.
“What are my other options?” I squeak as he replaces his fingers with his tongue. God Almighty, I might see stars when I finally come. Maybe even touch the Milky Way because the man has skills.
The vibrations of his laugh against my hole draw a gasp from my lips.
He crawls up my body, allowing the weight of his body to drag along my fevered skin. The ridges of muscle, his heavy cock, and his entire presence engulf me into a needy pool, and suddenly, I don’t care about the options. But his lips on mine silence my objections.
I switch from being so desperate to bust a nut to being silenced by the lips of this man who promises more than just a mutual get-off. It’s a tender kiss, and it scrambles my thoughts. I don’t get tender kisses from lovers, and I certainly don’t dole them out either.
But we aren’t just simple lovers anymore, are we? This is the beginning of a relationship, and I’m sure I’m overreacting. Lukas is just being considerate. He’s slowing down since there’s no clock ticking on this meetup.
“Would you like options, Ben?” His lips follow my jaw to my ear, and the scruff of his stubble scrapes my cheek. I catch the scent of his aftershave along with my musk as he nips at my ear.
“Only when we talk about side dishes for supper. Right now, the only option I want is your cock. Fuck me like you mean it, Lukas.”
He pulls his head back, and I can’t read his expression. But he reaches for a condom on his nightstand and tears it open with his teeth. Is it cheesy? Abso-fucking-lutley. But holy cracker, is it hot. Especially when those eyes never leave mine as he rolls it on.
Pulling my knees back, I purr like a contented cat as he edges the head of his cock at my entrance.
“Jesus, Ben,” he groans when I adjust and spread my legs wide. “I don’t think you know how hot you are. How fucking sexy you are, or just how much you turn me on.”
He tilts his hips forward, sliding in without stopping, and I gasp for breath when his heavy sac rests against my ass.
“I forgot how giant your dick is. Give me a second,” I wheeze.
He doesn’t move, but instead, he leans forward and feathers a soft kiss on my chest. The slight shift pulls another moan from me.
“You take my dick so well. God…” he swallows and rests his head on my chest. “Tell me when, Ben.”
“I’m good. Just…I might have been a bit too eager when I asked you to fuck me like you mean it.”
Lukas raises his head with a small laugh. Warm hazel eyes gaze at me, and I lose my breath. Not just because I’m stuffed full of Lukas. No. There’s a shift in the air between us, and I squeeze my eyes closed.
“I won’t ever hurt you.” His breath skates across my skin before he rises back to his knees and rocks forward. My eyes roll back, and he does it again.
“I won’t break, Lukas. Do it harder.”
His jaw sets, and he tightens his grip on my thighs, pushing back until I’m almost on my head—which I don’t mind one bit—and he’s slamming into me so hard the bed groans along with both of us.
“Fuck, yessss.” My words sound far away, like I’m not quite connected with the present, but I’ve never felt this present in a single moment before. Every touch and sound feel amplified, like I’m having sex in stereo.
Lukas focuses on his cock sliding into me and bites his lip with a stifled groan. Goddamn, he’s gorgeous. Sweat-slicked skin and damp hair hanging on his forehead. Body flushed with arousal and the desire in his eyes, that’s all for me.
His gaze snaps to mine, and he slows his pace.
“Shit. Are you uncomfortable? I don’t need you with a neck strain.”
Somehow, I smile, and he laughs a little before lowering me down and sliding back into me with a bit more tenderness than I’d like.
“My neck was strained, not my ass. Don’t be gentle now.”
His lips tilt, and a wicked shine lights his eyes.
“Who said I was gentle?”
He gathers me in his arms, holding me close, and bucks his hips hard.
“Oh, fuck…yes…Lukas!”
He doesn’t stop or let go. He holds me tight, and I can’t even reach my dick, but it won’t be a problem. I’m going to come just from the friction between us, and the thought of that burns low in my belly and spreads like a supernova.
His heavy breath on my ear and the random kisses to my neck draw more gasps from me than his cock.
“Lukas…I’m gonna come…”
And boy do I.
My body arches as little as it can in his muscular arms, and I erupt between us with a shout.
Lukas loses his steady rhythm and releases his hold on me to lean back. My vision is a little spotted because I’ve never come that hard in my life. But my eyes widen with the snap of the condom and the erratic breaths from the beast of the man I’m definitely addicted to.
The cords on his neck pop, and his hand shuttles along his cock until he empties his load onto my chest with an animalistic groan.
Kneeling over me, spent and huffing for breath as his body jolts with aftershocks, he’s what fantasies are made of.
“That was incredible, Ben. You’re one firecracker in bed and out, aren’t you?” He steps off the bed, and his heated gaze roams down my body. “You’ll spend the night?”
The hopeful tone in his voice sends the butterflies into a frenzy in my gut. Butterflies that shouldn’t be there. It’s too soon for all that.
“Are we having a sleepover? I didn’t bring any jammies.”
“Good. They just get in the way. Stay there for a minute.”
He crosses the hall, and water runs while I stare at the ceiling, wondering if maybe I might hurt a little tomorrow. Worth it though.
Lukas returns with a warm, wet cloth and wipes up the mess he made with a shy smile.
“I probably should have asked before I did that. You’re not mad, are you?”
“Fuck, no.”
He swallows and meets my gaze.
“Do you want to join me in the shower?”
“Is this an extension of your celebration?”
He laughs, and I notice how his chin scar almost looks happy when he’s happy, and my heart thumps like a rabbit’s foot.
Shit.
“Yeah. I guess it could be a celebration.”
“Then I’m in.”
He leaves the bedroom, and I track him as he walks. The firm ass and muscular arms that made me feel safe. The hands and mouth that brought me to new sensations that I’m already addicted to. The goddamn swoopy feeling when he asked me to stay.
I’m more than in with him and keeping our relationship under the radar.
I’m stuck.
Lukas is a cuddler in his sleep. It’s adorable, and the lump in my throat grows.
Easing out from under his arm, I carefully find my way to the kitchen and get a glass of water. My body carries a gentle ache from all the bending we tried, and I smile with the memory of the night’s activities.
The shower was a different experience. It’s a tight space for Lukas by himself, but add a second body and slippery soap? Let’s just say I learned I loved having my dick sucked while water cascades over me. And I most certainly loved Lukas on his knees for me.
Naked as the day I was born, I browse his hockey photos on the wall in the living room. It’s like watching him grow up in real time. His team photos as a child, move into his teenage years, where he poses on his own. Such a serious face, and with the same intensity he has now.
With a step, I skirt the large potted plant on the floor and see more photos of Lukas, but smiling. I’m not a sports person, but it seems like a happy day while he holds a jersey with his name and an older couple.
That’s the only photo that includes other people. The rest are action shots of different teams and a few special pucks. Even though some photos show Lukas in the thick of the action and his face expresses a deep concentration for the game in front of him, it’s easy to see that this is his calling.
“Hey, is everything okay?”
Lukas’s sleepy voice sounds behind me, and I turn.
“Did I wake you? I’m fine. I just couldn’t sleep and didn’t want to wake you with all my rolling around.”
With sex-mussed hair and a boyish smile, he’s impossibly sexy. Almost godlike in the moonlight of his living room. Just as naked as me, he steps forward and trails his fingertips down my chest.
“If you woke me up, I wouldn’t mind. We could find a way to get back to sleep.”
“I don’t want to suck all the energy out of you. You need it for your job.”
His laugh is low and laced with sex. I love how it makes me shiver.
“You won’t. Just suck my dick. Or let me suck yours. I have an off day tomorrow. I can do this all night.”
“You mean me. You can do me all night.”
“I didn’t think I had to spell it out.”
“I need to ask you something.”
He nods, and I step close enough for our cocks to brush together. Cupping his cheek, I slide my hand into his hair and twirl the stray strands with my fingers.
“Are you sure you want to take this risk? What if you get in trouble for being with me? I’d hate for you to lose what you love, Lukas. When I fucked up and lost the circus, it was a tough pill to swallow.”
Okay. I guess I’m asking the important questions before I’m ready to hear the answer. His tongue darts out, moistening his lips, and he takes so long to answer that I step away from him.
“Sorry. Don’t pull away.” Lukas reaches for my arm and gently pulls me closer.
“It’s just…you caught me off guard. But when I think about you being with anyone but me, it makes me…
angry? Like, I don’t like the idea of you with anyone else, and I don’t want to wish you unhappiness while you wait for me. ”
His brow furrows as if he shocked himself with that revelation.
“Well, I don’t like the thought of you with anyone else either.”
“So we do this and keep it to ourselves. The season will be over in no time, and we can reassess then.” Lukas’s soft gaze travels down my body, and how does he do that? He just has to look at me, and I want to bend to his every request.
“Were you serious about fooling around again?” I ask. He can’t just look at me like that and not flick my sex switch.
Lukas smirks and bends to kiss my neck. “I never joke about sex. Come back to bed, Ben.” Lukas’s hands ignite a series of fires on my skin, and I press my lips to his chest.
“I’m just warning you that I’m not as limber half asleep.”
“Somehow I don’t think that will be a problem.”
“Your pants are buzzing,” Lukas mumbles into the back of my neck with a laugh.
“God, what time is it?”
Reluctantly, I extract myself from his arms and root out my phone from my pants. The buzzing stops, but there’s a string of text messages that started hours ago. And they’re all from the equipment guy changing my costume.
And he needs me there ASAP in order to finish up in time for the damn booster club event today. He started calling me at 4 A.M.! Does he not sleep?
“I need to take a rain check for breakfast. I need to be somewhere.”
Lukas opens his sleep-blurred eyes.
“What could possibly be so important at,”—he swivels his head to the clock on his nightstand—“6:27 A.M.?”
“I’d like to show you once it’s finished.”
Impossibly, his lips tilt and a low rumble sounds. “Is it sexy?”
A laugh bursts from my mouth, trying to imagine a beaver suit as anything sexy. That’s a big no.
Lukas’s eyelids have already drooped closed, a small smirk still in place on his mouth.
“You’re at the booster club ticket sale thing today, aren’t you?”
Lukas groans. “Right. Yeah, I am. Me and the two assistant captains and well…I guess you since you’re the beaver.” His words are still thick with sleep, and he drifts away again.
“It’s in a few hours, big guy. Make sure your alarm is on, and I’ll see you later.”
Lukas’s breathing already deepens as he drifts into that half-asleep and half-awake land, and I gather my clothes to dress in the hallway and text George that I’m on my way.