Chapter 19 Lukas #2
Laughing, I kiss his hand. “You just like the ties. Admit it.”
“Well, duh. Of course I do.” He tosses his bag into the backseat before sliding into the passenger seat. “But you look more confident, if that makes sense. Like on the ice, you’re physically powerful in your uniform. Off the ice in a suit, you’re like…the whole deal. Brains and brawn. I like it.”
Pulling away from the parking lot, I glance over at Ben. “Sounds like you’ve put a lot of thought into this.”
“Not really. Just stating facts.”
The drive to his studio is short, and after parking next to the entrance, I exit the car along with him. He cocks his head as I round the front of the car.
“I just have to get my laptop.”
“I know.”
He unlocks the door and quickly disarms his alarm system before locking the door again behind us. Then I lower the shade on the door, and Ben’s eyes widen.
“Are you looking for a private show?” His fingers dance up my tie, and he tugs it, drawing me to his lips. “Taking a walk down memory lane, maybe?”
“I won’t deny that, since you mentioned stopping by here, I’ve been replaying some of our earlier…meetings.” My hands slide under his hoodie, and Ben shivers, pushing up against me.
“Don’t let me forget why I needed to come here when we leave,” he breathes.
“No promises,” I mutter against his neck as we walk backwards towards his studio.
It always amazes me how quickly we can get lost in each other. It’s like all time stops, and we’re sucked into an alternate reality. One where only the two of us exist, and the purpose is maximum pleasure 24/7.
Our hands work quickly, removing clothing and tossing it without a care. Ben is naked before I am, and he stops my hands at the top of my pants. “I have an idea.” His eyes search mine, and I nod my okay. If Ben has sexy ideas, I’ll never turn them down.
He tucks my underwear under my balls and positions my dress pants to hang slightly and remain on my hips.
“I think it’s sexy to want someone so much you can’t even finish undressing. Or you need it so bad you sneak into the private bathroom and barely have a hair out of place when you exit, but you just had your dick sucked so well you can’t remember your name.”
Ben sinks to his knees in front of me, and I look down at him. An angel at my feet, wanting to be dirty because he likes it just as much as I do.
His lips stretch around my dick, and… I’m a big guy. I know it’s hard to take me. Both men and women have had issues with it, but not Ben. He sucks my cock like it’s the easiest thing he’s ever done.
Maybe it is. He’s always surprising me.
He gags when I shift and hit the back of his throat, but he pushes forward, and if he swallows me any deeper, I worry he might physically damage his throat.
“You suck that dick like it was made for you, you know. You look amazing with your lips around me.” Smoothing a hand through his hair, he hums with content and moves a hand to his dick.
He’s into whatever fantasy he has in his mind. It’s not what I pictured when I joined him inside, but I’ll absolutely take it.
Even with tears welling in his eyes and a low, needy whine sounding deep in his throat, he blows me like it’s his fucking job.
His breathing comes in fits around the slurps, and he coughs when he pops off my dick, saliva running down his chin, and his eyes wild.
Before he can take me again, I grab his chin with my hand and force his head back.
“Breathe, gorgeous.”
He gulps and pants at my feet, still stroking his cock with one hand and holding mine in the other. His eyes are glassy, and he’s so lost in this…whatever this is, it’s like he’s left his body.
“Ben,” I murmur, and his eyes focus on me. “Make me come.”
He rises to his feet with the grace he always has.
Kneeling, bending, or twisting in any kind of way never bothers him, and briefly, I wonder at what age that all stops?
His lips find mine, and the thought vanishes because it won’t matter.
I’ll take Ben any way he gives himself to me. Probably forever.
I shouldn’t be having such an epiphany while his hands push my pants down lower and his lips are on mine.
“You drive me wild, out of my mind, Lukas. I don’t know how you do it. Every time is like…fuck, I don’t even know.” He presses against my thigh, and I immediately wrap an arm around his waist, squeezing him tighter to me. Bringing my lips to his ear, I tug at his earlobe with my lips.
“Rub off on me, Ben. Make us come together.”
Ben groans and ruts on my thigh while he pumps my dick, and all I do is hold him in place against me. Not giving him an inch to do anything but what he was told to do.
“Lukas…fuck…”
His hand falters, and his body tenses as his orgasm hits. He’s gorgeous when he comes on my leg, throwing his head back with a throaty purr.
“Don’t stop, Ben. Take me with you.”
My mouth finds his, desperate for more connection, and it’s what I need to follow him over. My breath leaves my lungs in a whoosh as I come hard in his fist.
“Fuck…” Panting, I drop my forehead to the top of his head and shiver. I don’t want to let him go, and Ben doesn’t seem to mind.
Finally, both of us sweaty, spent, and sticky with cum, I reluctantly release my hold on Ben and survey the mess on my leg. Ben smiles, a slow, satisfied smile.
“I’ll get you something to clean up with.”
He saunters away, his tight ass slightly reddened from where I held him tight to me. Dropping my head back, I close my eyes and the conversation with Evans returns.
I need to protect Ben and tell Coach.
I’ll survive if I lose hockey. It’s time for me to hang them up, anyway.
But I won’t lose this.