“Yeah. I know. Food didn’t have any flavor without you,” he said as he climbed over Luka and started kissing him again.
Those lips felt so right against his. Their breath mingling, their bodies pressed together, it was all as if it was a home he’d been searching for his whole life.
Luka took over, rolling them until he was on top, and he got the condoms and lube from the drawer by his bed and started rolling on the condom as he stared lustfully into Benson’s eyes. “If we have that dream you talked about, I want us waking up late on Sunday because we fucked half the night on Saturday.”
“I won’t object to that.”
“Every Saturday, but not just that. Not just Saturday, but as much as we can. I have a huge sexual appetite, and I refuse to starve while my man is so good in bed.”
Benson nodded and said, “I’d never let you starve, baby. I’ll fuck the hell out of you all damn week.”
Luka smiled wickedly. “And speaking of kink…”
“Oh hell…”
Luka filled his palm with lube and stroked it over Benson’s cock, making him jump from the coolness of it before it warmed. “I want us to explore every single fantasy we’ve ever had. All of them.”
Benson’s hand encircled Luka’s wrist to stop him for a moment. “All of them that don’t include other men, right?”
Luka let out a happy sigh. “Oh, definitely. I’d scratch the eyes out of any guy who even tries to fuck you.”
Luka’s wrist was released, and he smiled again. “Good. I’d do much worse than that, and maybe I’d buy a few voodoo dolls of my own.”
A joy rose in him he didn’t think he’d ever feel. Safety. Stability. Two things he had longed for all his life, but never thought he’d have it. He lifted himself over Benson’s thick, beautiful cock, and placed it at his hole, slowly letting himself be impaled with the thing.
Not being used to it all over again, damn that burn was bittersweet. It hurt like hell, but it also meant Benson was back inside him. Benson was in his bed, staring up at him, making him feel like the sexiest man in the world.
He rode Benson slowly at first, letting himself adjust to the huge cock, the feeling of being completely full, completely connected to Benson — something he wanted to savor. Licking his lips, he felt the urge to eat Benson alive, never letting him part from him again.
But that was silly. There were no guarantees, so Luka decided right then and there, with Benson deep in his ass and hands gripping his hips, Luka would take one day at a time, loving Benson as best he could each day and starting all over the next day.
He’d appreciate every single time the man kissed him. He’d languish in the sex and fly with the love. He wanted to have theman inside him, sure, but beginning anew every day was going to have to be good enough. There were no guarantees of more.
Benson was on top again in an instant, and Luka was being kissed as his legs tightened around Benson’s hips. Benson enjoyed being in charge in the bedroom, and that was fine with him. His kink, the one he’d never truly explored, was being a submissive to a beautiful, sweet Dom like Benson. Having his control taken, by someone he would give it to willingly, and letting himself just let down all his defenses. Luka truly never thought he’d trust anyone to that extent, and there he was, trusting Benson, without even trying.
Benson sped his thrusts, hands threading in Luka’s hair, his jaw popping as he fucked the hell out of Luka. He groaned, unable to make words, unable to think at all. He held on for dear life as Benson showed him with his body the intensity of his feelings. His neck was bitten, his head was pulled back until all thought and noise were gone from him. He could only roll his eyes, allow the spit to fall from his lips as he was drained of being human and brought backward to some animal with only instinct.
Banging into him, and yet still holding him, kissing, biting him, Luka was the only focus of the man. His body and needs were all Benson saw. The man that he had fallen for so quickly, and yet, the more he knew him, the more Luka loved him.
He came without trying, and his cum spread over both of their stomachs and chests, and Benson didn’t slow a bit. In him, Benson drilled until he came, neck corded with the force of it.
Luka cradled him as he came down and fell off to the side, laughing once he’d regained his breath. “Fuck! Fuck, Luka, damn!”
“Shut up. I feel like I got meat tenderized.”
More laughter, and then Benson moved to his side and kissed him, the sweat on both their faces joining. “I’m suddenly starving. Can we finish eating now?”
“God, yes. I need that damn wine too.”
“Wine! I almost forgot wine!”
They hurried to get up, then realized they were both covered in come and sweat. Luka took Benson’s hand and pulled him to the bathroom. “We smell. Shower, then food and wine.”
“Agreed.”
Chapter Fourteen
Lukawasbusyashell the closer it got to the holidays, but he left to watch the rehearsals when he could. Benson was quite busy himself, trying to push through his deals so he could leave the company with his new assistant and the CEO he just backed.
