Chapter 16
My entire house smells heavenly.Strong wafts of a delicious aroma from the sauce the salmon is baking in fill the space, making my mouth water. Hopefully, it tastes just as good.
Besides the wild salmon, which is in the best marinade ever, I’m making rice pilaf and roasted veggies. Not only is the meal healthy, but it’s also full of flavor. Even though this isn’t a date, I still want to impress him, so I whipped up two mini chocolate cheesecakes this morning that are currently setting in my refrigerator. Those aren’t exactly healthy, but I figure it might be nice for Ben to indulge every so often.
A knock on my door announces Ben’s arrival, and I rush to let him in.He’s dressed in a tight-fitting black shirt and a nice pair of dark-wash jeans that cling to his thighs. I bet they accentuate his bubble butt in the best possible way.
“You look good enough to eat,” I murmur, pulling him in for a kiss that I have to cut off far too soon. “Damn, I want to devour you, but I’ve made us a nice meal, and I don’t want it to burn.”Ben chuckles, letting me lead him to the kitchen. “Have a seat, the food is almost done.”
Ben inhales deeply through his nose. “It smells delicious,” he states.
“Hopefully, it tastes good too,” I reply, then cross my fingers, causing a grin to spread across Ben’s face, lighting it up.
“How was hanging out with your friends last night?” I ask, checking on the veggies.
“Really good. We watched a bunch of movies and probably stayed up too late, but they are a bunch of great guys,” Ben supplies.
He obviously has some pretty great people in his life, which is fantastic. I’m happy for him. Even if we were dating, I wouldn’t want to be Ben’s everything. That isn’t healthy.
It’s important to have people who can see things you can’t when you’re blinded by lust or love. Friends are the people who help you to pull your head out of your ass when there are red flags you’re missing.
Not that I’m a bad guy or anything, but it’s still important not to cut yourself off from others when you’re with someone. But I guess that doesn’t happen when you’re with the right person because someone who truly cares for you isn’t going to ask you to do something like that.
Once the food is ready, I dish us both up a plate and set Ben’s in front of him.
“Holy shit, Ian. You didn’t have to go to this kind of trouble,” he whispers, making me second-guess my choices.
“It wasn’t that troublesome,” I assure him. “Besides, I enjoy cooking and trying new things.”
He nibbles on his lower lip, staring at his plate. “I love salmon,” he says quietly, still not taking a bite.
“I remembered,” I tell him.He stares at me with wide eyes, and I grab the back of my neck. “Umm…. did I mess this up?”
Ben shakes his head, blowing out a breath. “No, sorry, I’m just being awkward. I’m not used to being treated like this.”
“You deserve it,” I assure him.
Ben chuckles, waving his hand. “I really don’t, but thanks for being awesome. I guess I better dig in,” he says, taking a bite.
I want to argue with him, but then he lets out a moan that goes straight to my cock.
“This is sooo fucking good,” he mumbles around the food. “Any guy would suck your cock if you made them this.”
I laugh and almost choke on my bite.
“Does that mean I’m going to have the pleasure of your talented mouth sucking my cock later tonight?” I question with a tilt of my head.
Ben nibbles on his lower lip again, but this time in a more flirtatious way, his nerves seemingly gone for the time being. He bats his lashes and licks his lips, holding eye contact. “That could be arranged.”
He’s such a minx and well aware of exactly how to flirt to turn me on. But that has never been our issue. Ben is very confident when it comes to his body. Sex is something he loves and is good at. It’s feelings and being treated special that he doesn’t do well with.
I want to show Ben that not everyone you let in will leave, but only the universe can say what the future has in store for us and if a relationship between us will last forever. This makes starting anything with Ben even more dangerous because I would hate to be the guy who got him to trust only to break his heart.
“If you’re a good boy and eat all your food, maybe I’ll let you,” I respond, keeping things flirty, which is safe territory.
Ben wiggles in his seat but continues to eat.
I love how well he listens. I’m well versed in the kink scene but have never had a boy outside of the bedroom, but it’s easy to envision myself being a full-time Daddy to Ben. Or at least more than what we’ve been experimenting with. Of course, if we went that route, we would need to use a kink checklist, as I mentioned to him when we first started our arrangement.
“You’re such a good boy,” I praise as he finishes his food, basking in the way he beams at me.
He loves praise, which is something I picked up on immediately. I try to use words of affirmation with him often because it turns me on the way he glows when I do. Obviously, I’m aware he would enjoy it if anyone praised him, but I like to think he’s extra into it when the words come from me.
“Would you like dessert now or after I’ve fucked you?” I ask, clearing the table.
“Wasn’t I going to suck your cock?” he counters.
Hmm, does this boy have an oral fixation?He sure likes to have my dick in his mouth whenever we’re together. I’ll have to test that theory out later. Tonight, I want to bury myself so deep inside him we won’t be able to tell where he ends and I begin.
“You can blow me another time,” I state, placing the dishes in the sink and walking back over to him. Once I’m standing in front of him, I place my finger under his chin and tilt his face up. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking your perfect ass since the last time you were here. The way you milk my cock when you come is the best thing I’ve ever experienced. So, answer the question, boy. Do you want dessert first? Or are you ready to have your brains fucked out right now?”
His lips part, and he pants a little, staring into my eyes. “Now, please,” he practically begs, and it has my cock straining.
I smirk at him and tilt my head to the side. “Go to my room and prep yourself, but don’t you dare touch your cock, and you definitely aren’t allowed to come,” I command. “I’ll join you when the dishes are done.”
His eyes light up with lust and need before he rushes down the hall.
I’ve played with plenty of boys, but none have given me the high that Ben does. The way he listens to my orders without a fight, unless he’s being bratty, fills this void in my soul I wasn’t even aware was empty. He’s everything I ever wanted. If only he’d let me all the way in.
Maybe I have to hint that I’d be open for more if he was. That way, he doesn’t assume I only want him for sex. I’ll take this if it’s all he’s willing to offer, but I’m craving more.