Ben sounded awestruck, but rather than let him admire me I lowered myself so that I was laying on top of him. Being scrutinized by the world in a barely there skating costume was a day at the office, but letting go in this kind of context was still new for me.
He slid his hands across my naked back then squeezed me, a reassurance that we were exactly where we were supposed to be. I nestled my cheek against the side of his neck as he held me close and breathed him in.
Yes, I desperately wanted to strip off all my clothesandhis, but the embrace felt like us binding ourselves together, wordlessly conveying that beneath all the heat of the moment, we shared a tether.
In Ben’s arms, I felt safe in a way I wasn’t sure I’d ever experienced.
Then his lips were back on mine, and I was starving for him. All of him. I slid my hand down between our bodies to the waistband of his track pants—thank god for elastic—then his briefs, and wrapped my fingers around his hardness.
I paused at his rough exhale, still gripping him tightly.
“Quinn.”
He was paralyzed for a few seconds as I stroked him, until I felt his hand gliding down my stomach and beneath my sweatpants.
Then it was my turn to go breathless for a few seconds.
Ben’s fingertips explored between my thighs, gently teasing me until I found myself greedily pushing against his hand, trying to tell him that there was no reason to be tentative. It was desperate, but honest. I needed him.
We moved in tandem, kissing feverishly between the moments Ben broke off to nibble and lick his way down my neck to my breasts. When his mouth found my nipple I gasped. When his tongue sweptacross it I heard a desperate little noise that I realized was coming from me.
I felt the sweet pressure building as Ben reached down and stroked me in smaller and smaller circles, like he was pairing his touch to my reactions. But it didn’t matter what he did because every sensation left me a little dizzy and fighting to fill my lungs. I was starving for him even though he was closer than he’d ever been.
I could barely focus on what I was doing to him as Ben teased me closer to the edge, but I still gripped his cock. I wanted to make him feel as good as he was making me feel, but his fingertips made it almost impossible for me to do anything but wait for my inevitable peak and crash landing.
My lack of focused effort didn’t seem to bother him at all. His quiet, strained noises made it sound like he was holding himself back from coming even though it was probably the most half-hearted hand job I’d ever given.
Then I had a flashback that made me pause. The last time we were together he’d focused on my pleasure like it was enough for him.
Not this time.
I kissed my way closer to his ear, getting more satisfied little noises from him. “You better have a condom.”
He froze, his warm hand still cupped against me. “Fuck.”
“Yeah, that’s the idea.” I laughed softly and dropped my forehead to his shoulder.
“No, I’m not sure...” he rasped. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
It felt impossible that Bennett Martino would travel without a case of condoms, but then again, I was starting to understand that I’d misjudged him in so many ways.
He untangled from me, trying to wrench up his track pants despite the massive hard-on. I watched him shuffle to the stack ofequipment on his desk and unzip the front pocket of his backpack. I held my breath until he pulled out a worn gold foil package.
“Do they expire?” he asked as he turned it over in his hands.
“I paid attention in health class. Five-year shelf life,” I said, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh,fuckyes,” he sighed as he ripped it open.
He pulled his T-shirt over his head then slid his pants off, giving me a front-row seat to exactly why he looked so good in his skintight speed suit. The uniform didn’t leave much to the imagination—I already knew about his incredible ass—but now I was treated toallof the body hidden beneath it. The legs, the legs, the legs... he was a perfectly toned specimen from top to bottom, but I couldn’t stop staring at his granite thighs with the deep cut up the middle.
Then he was back on the bed, poised above me.
I raised up to kiss him as he bumped his way between my thighs, and then he pushed deep inside.
A pause to savor what we’d both been waiting for, a kiss to seal our amended agreement, and then we were moving together in rhythm. Ben didn’t miss a beat as he reached over to grab a pillow and slip it beneath my hips. I’d been close to the edge before but the new angle and sweet pressure of Ben slipping in and out left me feeling feverish.
He bent down over my body to whisper in my ear. “How did I get so fucking lucky?”
