Chapter 17 Ben #2
It’s all I can do just to hold on and try not to come apart too soon.
He comes up for air, still looking down at me like I’m the most appealing man he’s ever seen. When he tugs my underwear down, my legs splay open automatically, exposing everything to him. I’m far too turned on to be shy.
He lifts my legs until they’re resting on his shoulders and begins kissing my calves.
They’re not especially beautiful calves, but by the way Elias is lavishing attention on them, you’d think they were cast in marble.
He makes his way up to my inner thighs. The skin getting more sensitive the higher up he gets.
My legs shake and I start to leak onto my belly. When he spreads his long body out and reaches the very top of my inner thigh, I make a sound I’ve never heard myself make before and fist his hair.
I can hear him breathing, feel his tongue swirling against my skin. Like he’s hungry for me. No—starving. The knowledge that someone like Elias could want me this badly makes me feel drunk. I let go, moaning and gripping his hair so tight I worry I might be hurting him.
I melt into the bed as he nuzzles his scratchy face against my balls.
“Elias.”
He growls, his voice vibrating against me.
When his tongue pads across the base of my erection, my whole body shivers.
“Elias, I won’t last.”
He licks a stripe to the very tip and I melt, letting go of his hair, feeling like I’m floating.
“Ben?”
When I look down, his lips are inches from my leaking head and he’s looking right at me.
“Can I?”
I nod.
I watch him, unable to tear my eyes away as he takes me into his mouth. His gaze never leaving mine. I feel myself throb. He licks the tip and I throw my head back on a groan.
This is heaven, but I want more, want him.
“Elias, come here.”
He pulls off with a pornographic pop. Seconds later, his body is covering me. I’m soaking up his smell. The solidity of his chest. I can taste myself on him when he kisses me. It makes me dizzy.
“Do you think you could fit inside me?”
“Yes.” He grips my hair tighter as he kisses me and grinds.
My breath hitches and I don’t recognize my voice when I speak in a breathy whisper. “I want it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
I feel him throb between my legs, a bead of precum dripping from his tip, tickling my own aching length.
“Oh God, please Elias.”
His smile is so sexy. He catches my bottom lip between his teeth and drags as I groan.
When he jumps up to get his pants, I’m suddenly cold and missing the weight of his body.
“Don’t worry,” he says, as if reading my mind. “I’ll be right back.”
I watch as he takes the condom from his pocket and something else. A little sachet.
He rips the sachet open with his teeth, leaving the condom on the pillow unopened.
“Flip onto your front.”
I do as he says.
One hand strokes my back while the other slips between my legs. I moan into the pillow as his fingers probe between my cheeks. My hips lift of their own accord, seeking him out.
“That’s it,” he says.
The hand stroking my back works in rhythmic, soothing circles and I relax. He’s slow, taking his time. Ringing that spot that feels so good when he touches it.
I gasp as I let him in. Just the tip of a finger.
“Okay?”
“Yeah.”
My voice is muffled on the pillow. I’m drooling. I don’t care.
I groan, low and deep, as he sinks deeper. The hand that was stroking circles on my back grips my shoulder as the other moves slowly, in and out.
I don’t know how long he works at me like this. Just one finger, for a long time. I allow myself to be greedy, let him take his time.
When he presses in with another, I’m relaxed enough to let my legs fall open wider, my torso sinks more heavily into the mattress.
“Does that feel good?”
“So good.”
He laughs, softly. And somehow I know he isn’t making fun of me.
“More,” I moan.
“Patience.”
“Aren’t you bored?”
“Bored? Are you crazy?”
“Mm,” I hum.
“If only you could see what I’m seeing. You don’t know how hot this is for me.”
I hum again, this time longer, deeper. It transforms into a moan and I bite the pillow, pulling it between my teeth as he hooks two fingers deep inside me.
I growl, pushing back against him. I don’t think I’ve ever growled before.
Gripping the pillow, I slide my hand down my chest and grab myself.
“Impatient.” He tuts.
“How long can you do this to me?”
“All night.”
I whine. “Elias, please.”
“Okay, okay.” He pulls out and I whine again, unearthing my face enough to glare at him.
He catches my lips with a kiss before I can complain.
My eyes get wide when he snatches the condom and tears into it with his teeth.
“This is going to be a stretch, but I’ll go slow, very slow. Do you think you can take it?”
I feel like I’m in a porno. What would a porn star say right now?
“I can take it …” Daddy? No, leave that bit out.
I watch him put the condom on with morbid curiosity.
I’ve never seen anyone do this before. They don’t use condoms in porn.
I’ve practiced putting one on myself, but not for years.
I’ve known for a long time that this is how I want to have sex.
Not that I’d never experiment, but this is exactly what I want.
Elias bends and kisses one butt cheek. The action is so sweet, I’m stunned. Then he’s massaging the cheek, running the head of his lubed-up length down my crack. My breath stutters as I try to calmly inhale.
He presses himself against me and then … waits.
“Is something wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. Relax. Your body will let me in when it’s ready.”
“But I—”
He cuts me off by reaching around and gripping my erection by the base. Squeezing. Making me whine like some sort of crazed animal.
With one stroke, he’s pressing inside and my body is closing around him.
“Holy wowzers.”
His whole body shakes as he laughs.
Holy wowzers? When have I ever said that? “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he says, stroking my back. “You’re really something.”
Before I can say anything in response, he’s asking, “You doing okay?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
He keeps stroking my back, soothing me as he slowly inches deeper inside me and I groan.
How do I describe that sensation? Being filled up. Weird. So insanely good. He brushes that spot he was massaging with his fingers, the one that made me drool onto the pillow. I’m sure I go cross-eyed. The noise I make doesn’t even sound human.
Elias gasps behind me and I realize this feels good for him too. Wow, am I a selfish lover?
“Is it good?” I ask.
His voice is breathy and hoarse when he replies. “So good. You wouldn’t …” he pauses as he sinks deeper. “Believe.”
We moan together as he bottoms out.
“I’m all the way in. You still okay?”
“Yes.”
There’s this amazing, full feeling spreading through my whole body and I don’t want it to end. So when he starts moving, pulling out, I plead, “Stop.”
“What? Did I hurt you?”
“No, just … come back.”
He sinks back and I moan. “Stay like that, please.”
“Sure, get comfortable, take your time.”
“I am comfortable.”
God, am I a weirdo?
He resumes stroking my back as I try to explain.
“I just … really like the way this feels. I don’t want you to move. Not yet. Is that weird?”
“No, it’s not weird. You want me to wait.”
“Yes.”
“You want me to make you wait.”
I groan, wriggling before I realize I’m moving and stop myself. “Yes.”
Elias rubs my back, pressing in a massage-like rhythm along my spine.
His other hand strokes my hip. I moan at the sensation. The fullness. His hands spoiling me, roaming over my skin. Him … making me wait.
“I won’t move until you beg me to.”
The way I moan at mere words should make me embarrassed. It doesn’t. I am way too far gone.
“Please.”
“That was fast.”
“No … please keep talking.”
“I like how bossy you’re being. You’re in charge here, Ben.”
“Mm.”
“Do you like that?”
“Yes.”
I’m throbbing, leaking, begging to be touched.
I grip the sheets to stop from touching myself.
Sweat beads on the back of my neck and drips down my back from my hair.
I should feel shy about the position I’m in.
My ass up in the air. My face planted against the pillow. But it feels too good to care.
I push back, the slightest bit. Elias grips my hips to hold me in place.
“Now.”
“Now what?”
“Please, God, Elias, move. I’m begging you.”
When he starts to pull out, it’s heaven. We both gasp at the same time, let it out on a moan as he thrusts back in. He’s keeping his promise. Each thrust is slow, drawn out. He’s driving me crazy.
“You can go faster.”
“Are you sure?”
I push back and he matches the increased pace.
Until we’re completely in sync. Meeting each other in the middle, skin slapping.
We pant together, moan together. I grip the sheets, pull the pillow between my teeth.
Elias says something I don’t understand.
Either he’s reverted to his first language or I’m too far gone to understand English.
“Like that,” I pant. “More. Don’t stop.”
“Fuck, Ben.”
His thrusts grow harder, faster.
“Like that,” I encourage him, feeling my orgasm start to build. I already know it’s going to be like nothing I’ve ever felt before. “I’m … oh God Elias … I’m gonna come so hard …”
“Yes.”
My toes curl, heat pools in my stomach as cool numbness spreads from my toes.
“Fuck!”
One last thrust and I’m spilling over the edge. Weightless and high. Elias takes care of me, he takes care of everything, he doesn’t stop until I’m completely milked dry.
I wait for the shyness to creep in. But even as he flops down beside me, his hair all sweaty and sexy. Chest glistening as he catches his breath. It still doesn’t come.
“I did it,” he says.
I just stare at him. I don’t think I have the capacity for coherent speech. How the hell is he speaking a second language right now? Does that ability come with practice? Or did he transfer the ability to understand German to me through sex?
“I made you say fuck.”
He looks at me and I burst out laughing. I can’t stop.