20. Ben #2
I add lube, then catch him behind the knees and pull him closer. His legs open around my hips. When I press the head of my cock to him, his hand leaves his own and closes around my forearm.
The first push barely gets me inside. His body is hot and tight around the head even through the condom. I hold there while his grip gets hard enough to leave marks of its own.
Nolan breathes out. His leg hooks around my waist and pulls.
I give him another inch.
His face pinches at the stretch, so I stop and run my palm over his chest. The rapid beat of his heart hits my hand. I bend to kiss him, keeping my hips still until his mouth softens and the tightness around my cock eases.
“Again,” he says.
I push deeper.
He opens around me slowly, heat gripping my cock until my hips meet his ass. My arms shake with the effort not to thrust. I lower my forehead to his and stay buried while his body adjusts, breathing the same air.
I look down at where my cock disappears inside him. His hole is stretched tight around the base, shining with lube, and his cock lies hard between us. I put my palm over his stomach and feel the muscles jump when I grind deeper.
Nolan rolls his hips. “You planning to move?”
I pull halfway out and drive back in.
His mouth falls open. I do it again, slower, watching his face change when my cock drags over the place my fingers found. On the next thrust his head tips back, and a helpless sound leaves him.
There.
I brace one hand beside his shoulder and hold his hip with the other. Each stroke pushes him deeper into the mattress. Nolan’s legs tighten around me, keeping me close while I build the pace.
The bed knocks softly against the wall. His hands move over my back and into my hair, then one comes down between us. I catch it before he reaches his cock and pin it beside his head.
“Let me.”
His eyes lock on mine. “Then fucking do it.”
I close my fist around his cock.
Precome slicks the first stroke. I pump him in time with my hips, tightening my grip whenever I thrust all the way in. Nolan arches under me, and the angle pulls him even tighter around my cock.
“Nobody else,” I say.
His grip on the back of my neck tightens. For one second, the only sound between us is the bed hitting the wall and his wet cock sliding through my fist.
“Nobody else,” he says.
I kiss him hard enough to cut off whatever comes after it.
Nolan moans into my mouth when I fuck him harder.
I drag my mouth to the mark on his shoulder and bite it again, feeling his cry against my teeth.
The sound changes with every stroke, rough at first and then needier as I keep hitting the same place inside him.
His heels dig into my back. His hand strains against mine where I’m holding it to the mattress, and when I let go, he grabs the back of my neck and keeps me close.
“Ben.” His voice breaks when I grind against him. “Fuck. Please don’t stop.”
I drive into him harder. “Please,” Nolan says again, the word breaking into a moan when my cock hits the same place.
I fuck him until my thighs burn while my hand moves faster on his cock.
He can’t keep kissing me. His mouth drags over my jaw between broken sounds as each thrust shoves him up the mattress.
His cock jerks in my fist.
“Come,” I tell him.
Nolan’s ass clamps around me. Come spills hot over my hand and across his stomach, one hard pulse after another while I keep fucking him through it. He tries to say my name, but only a broken sound comes out. He holds on to me and takes every stroke until his legs start to slip from my waist.
His ass keeps clenching around me while his come slicks my fist. I bury myself as deep as I can and come. My back locks as pleasure tears through my thighs, my cock pulsing inside him until I have nothing left.
For a few seconds, neither of us can move.
Then Nolan’s legs slide down to the mattress. His arms do the same, leaving him spread out and limp beneath me.
I ease out carefully. He makes a soft, unhappy noise at the loss but doesn’t open his eyes. I tie off the condom and drop it into the trash, then take a washcloth into the bathroom and run it under warm water.
Nolan is in the same position when I come back. “You alive?”
“Don’t make me answer questions.”
I clean the come from his stomach and hand. He lets me move his arm out of the way, then turns onto his side when I wipe the lube from between his legs.
By the time I throw the washcloth over the edge of the sink, he’s dragged down the covers. I get in beside him, planning to stay long enough for my breathing to settle.
Nolan’s hand moves over my chest and down my stomach. His touch is loose and lazy now. It passes my hip, then slides over my ass.
“Your curiosity ever lead you—”
“No.”
He laughs into the pillow. His fingers trace the crease before settling over one cheek.
My answer was true. I’ve never wanted anybody to do that to me.
His thumb moves once, close enough that an image slips into my head anyway: Nolan behind me, his mouth on my back, one slick finger pressing inside.
I don’t move his hand.
Nolan falls asleep first. His breathing evens out while his palm stays warm and heavy on my ass.
I should go back to my room. It’s a short walk down the hall, and everything I need is there.
His knee slides between mine when he shifts closer.
I can leave when he moves his hand.
He doesn’t. I fall asleep beside him.