“I’m not,” he growled, flipping Ben onto the bed and spreading his legs. All of his earlier nervousness was gone. The worry and the uncertainty vanished. It was like being with Ben—being inside of him—erased all of the noise and the nonsense in Thomas’s head. He never wanted it to be over. He never wanted to leave. “I’m nowhere near ready to stop.”
CHAPTER7
BEN
Ben’s visionwhited out and the spit-soaked pillowcase plastered to his face made it impossibly hard for him to breathe. Behind him, Thomas rutted into him like a man possessed, the place their bodies joined together making the most unholy of sounds as Thomas’s girthy cock plowed into his body over and over.
It was easily the best sex Ben had ever had.
Thomas fucked like he’d been wandering in a desert, lost for years without water or shade, and Ben’s body was his long-sought oasis. It felt like hours since Ben had been able to form a coherent thought, but he’d managed to make a mental note that he should ask Thomas to jack off before they got together the next time because when he had one under the belt, getting to the finish line a second time was a marathon.
“I’m not used to these anymore. I hate condoms,” Thomas muttered above him, hips snapping madly.
Ben raised his eyebrows in agreement, even though his face was mashed into the pillow. Thomas’s fingers dug into his hips, sliding over the sweat-slick angles of his body before pressing deeper for purchase. It ached, but Ben found he welcomed it. There was something about the way Thomas fucked that felt messy and possessive all at the same time and Ben was drunk on it.
But through the haze, something in those three words attached itself to Ben’s brain and wouldn’t let go. He couldn’t shake Thomas off, and the words had as much staying power as his dick.
Ben hated condoms too, but they were necessary when you were hooking up, which was exactly what they were doing. The only kinds of people who didn’t use condoms were people in committed relationships, and if Thomas wasn’t used to using them…
Before his brain could piece that thought process together, Thomas roared, his body going tense as he came. With his last thrust, he fucked into Ben so deep it lifted him off the bed, and he smacked his hand against the headboard to keep himself from going through it. Ben had already come again, and again, and when he’d finished, Thomas collapsed on top of him with a grunt.
Ben could feel the aftereffects of Thomas’s orgasm as the cock inside his ass throbbed erratically until Thomas pulled out. They both winced at the movement, and Ben shouldered Thomas off of him, the reprieve giving his conscious mind enough time to make sense of the thoughts that had been tearing through it.
“Now you’re the one running off?” Thomas asked, rolling onto his back as Ben stood up.
“It’s my house,” he answered back.
Ben pulled some clean underwear from his dresser and covered himself up before frowning down at Thomas sprawled like a starfish in the middle of his bed.
“We need to talk,” Ben said.
“Already?”
“What’s your deal?” He folded his arms over his chest defensively, like they could do anything to protect him from the conversation he was about to broach.
“What?”
Ben gestured at the man spread out naked and sweaty on his bed. He hated how good Thomas looked naked because it was hard to be stern when all Ben wanted to do was lick the sweat out of Thomas’s armpits.
“I’m not an idiot,” he said, adjusting his stance to look more confident. “My last boyfriend cheated me and I don’t want to go through that again.”
Thomas pursed his lips, a deep furrow appearing between his brows. He sat up and looked around, grabbing one of Ben’s pillows and using it to cover his lap.
“You think that I’m cheating on you?” Thomas asked. “I thought this was…”
“No. I think you’re cheating on someonewithme.”
Thomas barked out a laugh, his eyes narrowing as the sound tumbled out of him. “That’s rich. I’m not in a relationship, though.”
“How do I know?”
“How can I prove it to you?” Thomas shot back at him, holding up his left hand to reveal a pale white strip of skin where a wedding band would have sat. “I’m in the middle of a divorce. I’m not seeing anyone. I didn’t even think I was seeing you.”
“You’re not,” Ben said quickly.
He felt silly that he’d made an assumption, but there was still something about Thomas thatfeltoff, even though Ben couldn’t put his finger on it, and the look at Thomas’s face confirmed it.
He had a secret.
