Chapter 15 #2
He doesn’t have a six-pack, just a solid-looking flat stomach leading into the first place I spy body hair. A dark path leads into his pants and I lick my lips involuntarily at the sight of it.
He hesitates over his zipper.
“Your turn,” he says.
I can’t get my clothes off fast enough. Practically ripping my shirt off and shoving my trousers down, kicking my shoes off until I’m standing before him in nothing but my underwear.
He takes in a deep breath and I warm under his admiring gaze.
My erection looks obscene as it pushes against the cotton of my underpants. Feeling Ben’s eyes on me, I stroke my hand down my stomach until I’m gripping it. The sigh I’m treated to in response is beyond satisfying.
When I look at Ben, his eyes are glued to my cock. I rub my thumb over the head, the fabric damp already. Maybe I should get my pants off before I embarrass myself? I know I offered to come in my pants for him, but now we’re actually here, I’m sure he’d rather I get them off first.
Hooking my thumbs into the waistband, I slide them down with one swift movement. Ben’s lips are parted when I look at him again. Practically drooling.
I have to hold my hand out to him to snap him out of it. “Come here.”
The sound of music outside shields us in this room, acting as a buffer. A forcefield around what we’re doing.
I pull him to me, his bare chest pressing against mine on a satisfying gasp. Finally, I get to run my hand through this thick, dark hair. Press my nose to it and sniff his expensive shampoo.
I’m not shy about being naked while he’s still wearing his trousers and shoes. He snakes his arms around my waist and strokes my back, reaching up between my shoulder blades and spreading his fingers.
“You’ve got a really great body,” he says, his voice muffled against my chest.
“So do you.”
He shrugs. “It’s okay.”
“No,” I argue, gripping his shoulders and making him look up at me. “It’s better than okay. Now take off your trousers.”
He grins. “Trousers.”
“What’s funny about that?”
“Nothing.” He shakes his head, his face getting suddenly serious as he drops his hands from my back to unzip himself. He keeps his eyes on me the whole time, swallowing so loudly I can hear it over the bass thumping through the walls.
His heart pounds against my chest and I kiss him as he drops his pants. A moan escapes his lips as he grinds against me.
I match it, snaking one leg around his to pull him in closer.
I can’t remember the last time I had sex like this.
Desperate and hungry, yet cautious and slow.
I wonder if this is what sex with Ben would always be like, or if it’s just because it’s his first time.
I shake off the thought. It doesn’t matter.
This is no-strings. I won’t know what sex with Ben will ‘always’ be like.
I dip my face to his neck, enjoying the groan that escapes as I press my lips to his skin and rub my face against him like a lion.
“I’m so glad you didn’t shave. I love this.”
“In that case, I’m glad I didn’t shave, too.”
Taking his face in my hands again, I kiss him like he’s my main source of oxygen. Forgetting everything else. Just for now.
Letting my hands slide from his face to his neck, I kiss him deep and slow as I find my way to his underwear. My thumbs hook into the waistband and I pause before sliding them down.
“Sure?” I ask against his mouth.
“Yes.”
We both moan as his cock springs loose, rubbing against mine on its way up.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this easily vocal before. He’s bringing something out in me that’s new.
I keep kissing him, just enjoying the way it feels to be naked with him.
When I step back, his pants are pooled around his feet and he kicks everything off before letting me lead him toward the bed.
I would guide him into my lap, but I know he’s nervous and wants me to take the lead. Control is usually something I insist on, but Ben has me curious about how he would act if I let him take the reins.
I have to guide his arms up and pin them beside his head to get him to lay in a semi-relaxed position where his arms aren’t pinned stiffly to his sides.
“Okay?” I ask.
He nods before smiling. “Yes.”
I plant a soft kiss on his lips before brushing my mouth down his neck, his collarbone, nipples, ribcage, stomach.
Ben gasps when the stubble on my chin grazes the tip of his cock.
“Elias, don’t, please, I’ll come.”
I bite my lip to hide the smile before coming back up to kiss him again.
“Okay, I won’t suck your cock.”
He groans, closing his eyes.
He sounds so desperate and wrecked when he speaks again. “Please, Elias.”
Please what?
I have a feeling that making him tell me will cause him to clam up again.
“Shh.” I say, trying to soothe him. He relaxes when I start stroking his chest. He’s watching me with crazed eyes.
Writhing under my touch. I want to know if his whole body is on fire right now, like mine.
Is he buzzing with every touch? On the verge of exploding?
Who knew a clueless virgin would have this effect on me?
I slide my hand across his stomach, careful not to graze his cock again. I’ll leave it alone.
“I won’t touch it, I promise.”
He sinks into the mattress with relief.
“I’ll tease you to the edge of sanity first.”
He groans and throws his head back and I swallow a laugh. God, you’re wonderful. The thought thankfully stays in my head and I distract myself by guiding him onto his side, groaning appreciatively at the sight of his bare backside.
He has a nice, fleshy ass. Muscular enough to be pert, but soft enough to be natural. I want to sink my teeth into it, but that might be a bit advanced. I find I’m actually enjoying the challenge of holding back. Of being the teacher.
Instead, I plant kisses on his shoulder, taking my time, rubbing my stubble against his skin and enjoying the sound of his little purrs. I smother open-mouthed kisses all over his back, enjoying the taste of his skin. Reaching his lower back, running my tongue along the ridges of his spine.
I keep my hand obediently on his hip as I make my way down his lower back. He shudders as I let my tongue explore. He lets me guide his legs apart enough to delve between his cheeks before letting out a deep moan as I find his hole, his legs shaking violently under my touch.
“Ohh.”
I wonder if he can feel my smile against his skin.
The rustle of the bedsheets as he grips them tightly makes my cock throb. I meant it when I told him that it turns me on to give someone pleasure. There’s something about giving him pleasure that feels even better.
I grow bolder, prodding at his hole with my tongue, even as his legs shake so much I think he’s about to come apart.
I grip his thigh tightly to stop him from shaking and finally, he lets go, his body sinking against the mattress as I lap at him greedily, taking in his taste and the delicious sounds of his moans.
Affable, pleasant, people-pleasing Ben Harris is finally doing something for himself, and it feels good to be part of it. To bear witness to this private side to him.
Feeling him go still, I knead the muscle and flesh of his thigh as I make my way back up to his hip before taking a greedy handful of his ass cheek. God, he has a nice ass. I groan against him and he gasps.
I imagine his cock rubbing against the bed. How badly is he leaking onto the clean, white sheets right now? As much as I am? More?
I think it’s time to give him his well-earned release. He’s lasted admirably and hopefully this will erase the embarrassment he feels over the first time.
But when I slide my hand around his body to grip his cock, he grabs my wrist and tells me to stop.
I’m so blissed out I forget how to speak English for a moment.
“What’s wrong?” I finally manage.
Ben’s face is pressed against the pillow. He turns his head and … wow.
“God, you look amazing.”
His eyes are glazed and hungry. Bottom lip swollen with teeth marks. Cheeks rosy. Hair ridiculously messy.
“Can you kiss me while you make me come … please?”
Fuck, yes.
I practically dive to the top of the bed, pressing my lips against his, hoping he knows how good he tastes. He moans into my mouth before I’ve even touched him.
I press him back and straddle his waist, admiring him for a beat. His shyness has evaporated—at least for the moment.
I’m about to ask if he has any lube when I look down and see how much he’s already leaked onto the bed. There’s that shyness back when he catches me looking.
I grind against him, my cock leaving a sticky stripe on his thigh.
“I couldn’t stop leaking either.”
He stares at me, eyes wide, lips parted. I catch his mouth with mine before sliding my hand between our bodies and using the precum beading on the tip of his cock as lube.
His whole body shudders as soon as I wrap my hand around him. Our kiss is messy, our lips barely making contact, and for some reason, it might be the hottest kiss I’ve ever had.
The band is still playing outside, but I barely register the music over the sound of my hand sliding over Ben’s skin.
We stop kissing and just breathe into each other’s mouths as I feel him getting close.
His body is rigid, eyes closed and brows furrowed as his breath becomes short, quick pants.
I speak to him, telling him to let go, telling him, ‘That’s it.
’ My mind is blown and I’m sure I’m saying everything in German.
It doesn’t matter. He lets go anyway. Eyes opening so I get the chance to see them roll back.
Hear a moan rip through him as he spills over my fingers.
I press my mouth to his sweat-soaked neck and finally allow myself to wrap my lips around his Adam’s apple as I milk every last drop from him.
When he flinches, I let go and lay down beside him, listening to him catch his breath with a strong sense of satisfaction coursing through my veins.