Chapter 23 Ben #2
I have to press my face into the pillow as little hums and moans try to push through my clamped mouth.
Elias plays with me like he has all the time in the world.
His thumb circles my head, pressing gently into the slit, before smearing my own juices down the shaft.
My body is threatening to overhead. A trickle of sweat drips from my armpit.
The smell of bodies mingling consumes me.
Elias shifts to put his arm under my head and I lean back into his weight and the solidity and safety of his strong chest.
“I’ve got you.”
“I know.”
I push back while he works his hand over my cock. Grinding my ass against him, my head spinning with how hard he is. For me. The bed starts to creak as we rut desperately.
Elias’ hand stops, eliciting a whine of complaint from me.
“Shh,” he whispers into my hair. “We’re going to stay still.”
I follow his order automatically, though I’m not sure what he means.
“Do you have condoms in here?”
I gulp. “Yes. In there.” I point to the drawer beside the bed and Elias leans over me.
My heart thunders as I lay very still, listening to him open the condom and put it on.
It’s dark and I’m facing away, but that only magnifies every sound.
I can see Elias in my mind’s eye, rolling the condom over the head of his beautiful cock, the slippery, rustling sound of it tightening, fitting him like a glove.
My whole body throbs in anticipation. I’m so at peace, I could melt into the bed.
I tell myself I don’t even need him to touch me, until his slick fingers slide between my cheeks and a rush of pleasure hits me as he starts to ring my hole.
He’s slow and achingly patient as he toys with my body.
The bicep under my head flexes as he pumps his fingers in and out of me.
My leg is propped up on his thigh while Elias works his fingers inside me.
My subconscious tells me I should be embarrassed about the sounds my body is making.
Yet, embarrassment couldn’t be further from what I’m feeling right now.
Only when I start pushing back and grinding on his fingers does he slide them out of my body.
A little whine escapes and he laughs softly, planting a kiss in my sweaty hair.
“I’m going to give you something a little bigger now, is that okay?”
“Mm.”
The second I feel the head pressed against my hole, I gasp and push back. Elias has to grip me by the hips to stop me impaling myself in one impatient thrust. He keeps me in place, moving inch by agonizing inch until his public bone is pressed tight against my ass.
I moan.
“I’ll give you that one, but now you have to be quiet.”
I nod. Too blissed out to speak. My heart is pounding so hard my chest aches.
“Shh.” Elias soothes me, stroking my hair, kissing my neck, smoothing his other hand over my stomach and thigh.
“Gott,” he says, nipping my shoulder. I want those teeth. I want every inch of that body. God, when did I get so greedy?
I loop my hand back to cradle Elias’ head and he settles in.
“Are you comfortable?”
“Mm, so comfortable. You?”
He lets out a little growl. “Yes.”
I enjoy the moment, enjoy the sensation of being full, protected, warm. Enjoy Elias’ hand greedily mapping my skin, spreading his fingers over every reachable inch.
“Do you want me to touch your cock? Make you come?”
“I want you to stay like this all night. But won’t we stick together or something?”
He laughs. I should feel ashamed of my ignorance, but it doesn’t feel that way at all.
“More likely, I’ll lose my erection at some point and slip out.”
I clench my sphincter muscles. Elias makes a strained noise.
“You really think you’ll lose it?”
He chuckles against my shoulder.
The laugh dies suddenly and the pressure of his hand on my stomach gets heavier. “I think if we moved very slow and very carefully, we could finish without any of your brothers hearing.”
My gulp is embarrassingly loud in the silence.
“But we’d have to be very patient.”
I think about writing my essay with Elias inside me. How unbelievably good it felt. And Elias’ unwavering patience while he waited for me to be finished.
“I think we can be patient.”
His cock twitches its approval inside me.
A testing grind back against him is met with a groan and the tightening of fingers on my hip.
“Slow,” Elias reminds me. But I don’t need reminding. This is exactly how I want him. His smell, his touch, the sound of his voice and his breath enveloping me. Wrapping me up and consuming me.
We move so slowly, the only sound to give us away is the rustling of the sheets and our breath hitching. My hand brushing Elias’ stubble and tangling in his hair.
I turn my face to kiss him and catch his lips waiting for me.
We lose control and speed up but quickly regain it. This kiss is too much so we let our lips brush instead an breath into each other’s mouths.
I’ve never felt this in sync with another human being before.
We both know instinctively when it’s time for me to turn away and bury my face in the pillow. Elias knows when I need more. More weight bearing down on me, more of his cock deep inside me.
He presses his forehead against the back of my head and covers my body with his as his hips thrust, slow, deep and controlled. I have to pull the pillow between my teeth to stop from moaning.
When Elias slips his hand around and strokes my cock, I’m done for. The bed is creaking a little, but I’m too far gone to care.
My head swims with his smell and his voice in my ear, asking me to come for him.
I feel my eyes roll, my toes curl. I manage to muffle a growl in the pillow as Elias’ hand takes me over the edge.
It seems to go on and on. Waves of pleasure washing over every inch of my skin. I ride it greedily until I physically can’t take anymore and push Elias’ hand away.
He stills on top of me while I catch my breath. He’s still hard.
“You don’t have to stop.”
“If I fuck into you the way I want to, we’ll definitely be too loud.”
The selfish part of me wants him to sleep on me like this all night—hard and all mine while I keep him warm. But after what he just did for me, I think it’s time to stop being selfish.
“Can I give you a blow job?”
His throat sounds dry when he swallows and his voice is raspy when he talks. “Yes, please. Warm my cock in your mouth.”
My breath catches. How does he always know exactly what I want? “God, yes.”
I have to keep in a whine as he pulls out of me and snaps the condom off.
But then he’s pulling the comforter over my head, making a cocoon for me to nestle in. His smell under the sheet is so powerful it makes my head spin. This man makes me feral.
He hisses when I wrap my lips around him, taking him to the back of my throat. I’m no expert at this, but I think Elias is turned on enough for it not to be a problem. Plus, I want to take my time with him. No one is rushing us here.
I allow myself to enjoy the taste of weight of him on my tongue. The trickles of precum dripping down my throat.
I run my tongue along his shaft before swirling it around the head.
Elias’ hand comes under the comforter to stroke my hair and my eyes get all sleepy and satisfied.
I don’t know what happens when I’m with him like this, but he makes me feel so safe and opened up at the same time.
He does something to me. Makes me docile and compliant.
My heart pounds at the thought of how much I trust him.
Like he always knows what I want, as if he has access to my thoughts, he flattens one leg against the bed and guides my head until I’m pressing my cheek against it.
As much as I’d love to fall asleep with him like this, it’s not fair. I want to give him the kind of pleasure he gives me.
Taking him as deep as I can, I swallow around him while stroking my fingertips up his inner thighs. Reaching his balls, I massage and tug them gently, the way I like my balls being touched.
I’m rewarded with a quiet moan. Elias’ fingers tightening in my hair.
“Ben,” he whispers. “So good.”
I smile around him, allow myself a small moan as I drag my lips and tongue across his skin while I hollow my cheeks.
Elias sucks in a sharp breath, his thigh muscle tensing against my face.
I experiment, tuning into every sound and the way he tightens and loosens his fingers in my hair. He reverts back to German at one point, but I don’t think he’s giving me instructions. I catch the odd ja and accept that his words are encouragement.
He leg shakes, his hand grips my hair and holds tight while I work hard to make him come. Elias grunts and I moan around him. All considerations of quiet disappear.
My jaw starts to hurt, but I’ll be damned if I stop now.
I’m just doing what I like done to me as I give some attention to Elias’ balls. My thumb ghosts over his taint, down his crack and a louder grunt tells me to keep going.
Elias toes curl so hard, I hear them against the blanket as my thumb rubs against his hole. I pull off quickly, wetting my thumb before sliding him back in my mouth and pressing my thumb into his crack.
The second I slip my thumb inside and rub against his walls while I suck, he bears down and shouts as he comes.
He was loud. Very loud. But I don’t care as I swallow what he gives me and keep torturing him with my thumb until he whines and pushes me away.
I wipe my face as best as I can with the comforter before coming up. Elias is biting his lip and looking like a naughty school boy.
“Was that loud?”
I giggle and he gets his answer when someone bangs on the wall. Our eyes widen as we share a guilty look.
“Come on guys!” Archer shouts through the wall.
“Sorry!”
We have to clamp our hands over our mouths to stop from laughing.