Chapter Seven #2
Taylor’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric, his palm brushing against the hard length of Ben’s cock.
The sensation was overwhelming—the heat, the firmness, the way Ben seemed to pulse beneath his touch—but also strangely familiar because Taylor had one of these, too.
It wasn’t exactly the same, but it was similar enough.
Taylor wrapped his hand around Ben’s cock tentatively. When Ben let out a low groan, Taylor’s confidence grew, and he tightened his hold, beginning to stroke slowly.
Ben rolled his hips slightly, pressing into Taylor’s hand. His eyes fluttered shut as Taylor’s movements grew bolder. The weight of Ben’s cock in his hand was thrilling, and Taylor marveled at the way Ben responded to his touch. He wanted to give Ben as much pleasure as Ben had given him.
“God, Taylor,” Ben murmured. “You feel incredible.”
Taylor’s cheeks flushed at the praise, and he shifted closer, his free hand trailing up Ben’s chest to rest over his heart.
The pulse beneath his palm sent a wave of heat through him, and he leaned in, pressing a tentative kiss to Ben’s neck.
Ben shuddered, his hands gripping the sheets as Taylor’s lips explored the sensitive skin.
Taylor’s strokes became more deliberate, his hand moving with a rhythm that seemed to drive Ben wild.
He could feel the tension building in Ben’s body, the way his muscles tightened beneath his touch, and it fueled his own desire.
He wanted to see Ben fall apart—wanted to be the one to bring him to the edge, now and for the rest of their lives.
Ben’s hand came up, gripping Taylor’s wrist to still his movements. Taylor froze, his heart skipping a beat, and looked up at Ben with wide eyes. “Did I do something wrong?”
Ben shook his head. “No. You’re doing everything right. But I want to make this good for you, too.”
Taylor’s breath caught in his throat as Ben shifted, pressing him back onto the bed. Ben’s hands were firm yet gentle as he guided Taylor onto his back. Taylor felt a rush of heat as Ben straddled him, his body hovering over Taylor’s, their faces inches apart.
“You already made it good for me,” he pointed out. He sounded breathless.
“Let me take care of you.”
Taylor nodded, his pulse racing as Ben’s hands slid along his chest. He shivered, his nipples hardening beneath Ben’s touch. Ben’s fingers trailed lower, tracing the lines of Taylor’s abdomen before slipping beneath the waistband of his underwear to push it down.
Taylor’s heart raced as Ben shifted, getting both of them naked before pressing his body against Taylor’s again.
Taylor could feel the hardness of Ben’s cock pressing against his thigh.
He reached out, his fingers trembling as he wrapped them around both their cocks.
He might have come once already, but his body was ready for more.
Ben’s gaze locked onto his. The rhythm of Taylor’s hand accelerated, his strokes more confident as he worked them closer to the edge. It was different, yes, but it also felt impossibly right.
Ben’s breath came in shallow gasps, his hips rocking into Taylor’s hand as the pressure built.
“Taylor,” Ben groaned, his voice ragged with need. “I’m close.”
Taylor’s hand moved faster, his grip firm as he stroked Ben with a desperation that mirrored his own. He sat up, hooking his free arm around Ben’s waist and hauling him even closer. Ben tilted his head to the side, and even though they hadn’t really talked about it, Taylor knew what it meant.
His lips instinctively landed on the curve of Ben’s neck.
With a soft growl, he sank his teeth into Ben’s flesh, marking him as his own and starting the completion of their bond.
Ben gasped, his body arching into Taylor’s touch before he reciprocated, his teeth grazing Taylor’s neck before sinking into him.
It took a few moments for their bond to explode into place, and when it did, it was almost too much. Taylor could feel everything Ben felt—his affection and his lust, his pleasure and his slight hesitation.
Ben’s body tensed, and with a cry, he came, spilling over Taylor’s hand in waves as they clung to each other.
His pleasure hit Taylor like a Mack truck, causing him to cry out as he joined Ben and added his seed to the mess on his hand.
It felt like a never-ending loop, and Taylor held on for dear life.
Eventually, the feeling began to ebb. Taylor let go of their cocks, and when Ben slid sideways, Taylor moved with him, curling around his mate’s body.
They lay there, their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling as the pleasure slowly faded. Ben’s hand traced lazy patterns over Taylor’s chest, and Taylor felt a sense of contentment settle over him.
He could never have imagined this when he’d first seen Ben in the forest, too thin and dirty. He couldn’t have imagined it when Ben had first shifted and had forced Taylor to smell him.
But he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Ben leaned in, his lips brushing against Taylor’s ear. “You’re incredible,” he murmured before kissing Taylor’s neck.
Taylor’s pulse quickened at the touch, and he felt a new surge of desire. There was so much more they could do together—so much more he wanted to explore. And as Ben’s hand trailed lower, Taylor knew that this was just the beginning. They were bonded. This was forever.