Lara sent him a middle finger emoji.
He dropped his phone onto the table with a loud clatter and turned to Thomas.
“They want to come over,” he said. “So they’ll get here when they get here.”
“Do we have enough time to…” Thomas tilted his head to the side, one eyebrow arched.
“I thought you needed a period to convalesce?” he teased.
“I’ve had all day.”
Ben stepped toward him, reaching down in the same breath and flipping open the button on Thomas’s jeans. He unzipped him and slid his hand behind the waistband of Thomas’s underwear, taking hold of his half-hard cock.
“Are you asking me to come?” He tightened his grasp, giving Thomas a long and slow stroke.
Thomas’s breath shuddered out of him like thunder, and he bent forward, bracing himself on the back of one of the dining chairs. Ben continued to tease his length, not giving him enough to get him there, but not so little he could forget it.
“Benjamin.”
He rumbled a low groan, picking up the pace. “You know I love when you say my name like that during sex.”
“I do want to come,” Thomas panted, hips bucking into his hand.
“Should I let you come?”
“Please.”
“Should Imakeyou come?” he asked, taking a step closer and adjusting the angle of his fist so he could get a better grip on Thomas’s now hard cock.
Thomas shuddered again, working his jaw and bracing himself against the chair. Ben smirked, appreciating the tension that unraveled through Thomas’s body as he fought to not come in his pants.
“Keep talking,” Thomas rasped.
“You love my mouth, don’t you?”
Thomas answered with a jerky nod.
“You like when I tell you what I’m doing?” he asked. “When I tell you what I want you to do?”
“Benjamin.” His name came out of Thomas’s mouth like a feral growl.
They both liked to talk during sex, but this felt like a new layer. This was a little more demanding, a little more controlling. It wasn’t something he’d played around with before, but based off the way Thomas’s body responded to it, he definitely wanted to.
“Is that a yes, Thomas?”
“Yes.”
A loud bang on the door startled them both, and Thomas’s expression immediately fell.
“Who is it?” Ben shouted, not letting go of Thomas’s dick.
“You know it’s me,” Lara called back.
Thomas shook his head, a silent plea for Ben to not stop.
“One second,” he yelled back.
“I don’t want you to come yet,” Ben whispered, not stopping.
