“I do. You’re making yourself vulnerable, which you’re not used to. You don’t have to worry, Luka. I’m not someone you have to worry about, ever.”
He knew that. In his heart, he knew those words to be true.
When Benson was finally inside him, Luka let out a long moan, more of his emotion releasing. He was staring into Benson’s sweet face, and those gentle eyes held him. He didn’t feel pain, no matter the abundant size of the guy, or the fact he hadn’t been entered by anyone in a while. Benson just refused to hurt him, even like that.
Benson was no small man, that was for sure. He filled Luka, moving slowly into him as his lips took Luka’s in a soft but determined kiss. He felt Benson’s care for him, and he knew Benson wanted to care for him in all ways. Never again would Luka feel like he didn’t have enough of something. Benson would assure him he had everything he needed or wanted, including those strong, good arms. “You feel so good inside me.”
Benson nodded and kissed him deeper. “Yeah. Yeah, feels so good, Luka. You are so perfect. So beautiful.”
Luka felt more tears, but he willed them away as he shut his eyes, feeling the man over him, how Benson’s body curved to his own and how his hands touched him with loving caresses instead of raunchy groping.
It’s not that he had a problem with being raunchy, but not with Benson, not for the first time.
He was holding Benson tightly, kissing him with all his passion, and for the first time in years, he wasn’t worried about anything. Not the rent, not the next play, not his secret files of screenplays he had on his laptop. Nothing mattered a bit except that moment, that man, that feeling he was letting overtake him.
Benson sped his thrusts, moving his teeth over Luka’s neck, biting him enough for Luka to feel it, but not become too painful. Sexy, hot, groaning so low, it sounded like a growl. Benson could go from the happy-go-lucky computer king to a lowly animal only after his more primal needs. As his eyes flashed at Luka, Luka saw it, that cat stalking its prey and tearing it open with its teeth…
“God, you’re so hot right now.”
“Yeah. I am, hot for your sweet ass,” Benson said then bit a little harder onto his neck, sucking it, grabbing a handful of hair right before he kissed Luka senseless, and slowed his thrusts, as he returned to being a man, a human man, who was falling in love.
That teeter-totter he kept Luka on all that night was exciting. Luka was kept on the edge, never knowing which Benson he was getting. After they made love three times, barely taking a break in between, Benson lay on the bed, spread-eagle, trying to catch his breath.
“You did it.”
“Yeah, but you made me.”
“How’d I do that?”
“Looking so gorgeous,” Benson said, pulling him down for a kiss.
“I won’t walk right for weeks,” Luka said, groaning. “But it was worth it.”
“Sorry. I guess we got carried away, but…I can’t help it. I could make love to you for months and not stop for a rest. Or at least after I rest,” he said, laughing.
Luka lay with him after getting them both water, and he whispered, “Rest a lot. A lot.”
“Are you hungry? Need anything?”
Luka smiled at the question. “I am hungry, but…I might be too tired to eat.”
“I could feed you.”
Luka giggled, and Benson joined him. “No, I think I can feed myself. How about we eat after we rest a while?”
“You’re on.”
They slept for hours until Luka heard Benson answering the very persistent call. His phone had rung several times, but Benson had willed it to shut up and stuffed a pillow over his head until he could no longer ignore it.
“Joyce, it’s my day off, and if you say I don’t get one because I’m the owner of the company, I’m going to scream.”
Only hearing one side of the conversation, Luka didn’t envy Benson a bit. He was practically whining by the end of the call, and Luka had the feeling Joyce never took no for an answer.
“Fucking hell. I have to go into the office.”
Luka didn’t want to feel hurt, but it came anyway. “It’s okay. I can catch a cab home.”
“I don’t fucking think so. You will either be driven by a car I’ll call for you, or you can come to the office with me, which I’d prefer. But I’d understand if it was too boring for you. My work isn’t exactly fun.”
