“Your turn,” he says.
I can’t get my clothes off fast enough. Practically ripping my shirt off and shoving my trousers down, kicking my shoes off until I’m standing before him in nothing but my underwear.
He takes in a deep breath and I warm under his admiring gaze.
My erection looks obscene as it pushes against the cotton of my underpants. Feeling Ben’s eyes on me, I stroke my hand down my stomach until I’m gripping it. The sigh I’m treated to in response is beyond satisfying.
When I look at Ben, his eyes are glued to my cock. I rub my thumb over the head, the fabric damp already. MaybeIshould get my pants off before I embarrass myself? I know I offered to come in my pants for him, but now we’re actually here, I’m sure he’d rather I get them off first.
Hooking my thumbs into the waistband, I slide them down with one swift movement. Ben’s lips are parted when I look at him again. Practically drooling.
I have to hold my hand out to him to snap him out of it. “Come here.”
The soundof music outside shields us in this room, acting as a buffer. A forcefield around what we’re doing.
I pull him to me, his bare chest pressing against mine on a satisfying gasp. Finally, I get to run my hand through this thick, dark hair. Press my nose to it and sniff his expensive shampoo.
I’m not shy about being naked while he’s still wearing his trousers and shoes. He snakes his arms around my waist and strokes my back, reaching up between my shoulder blades and spreading his fingers.
“You’ve got a really great body,” he says, his voice muffled against my chest.
“So do you.”
He shrugs. “It’s okay.”
“No,” I argue, gripping his shoulders and making him look up at me. “It’s better than okay. Now take off your trousers.”
He grins. “Trousers.”
“What’s funny about that?”
“Nothing.” He shakes his head, his face getting suddenly serious as he drops his hands from my back to unzip himself. He keeps his eyes on me the whole time, swallowing so loudly I can hear it over the bass thumping through the walls.
His heart pounds against my chest and I kiss him as he drops his pants. A moan escapes his lips as he grinds against me.
I match it, snaking one leg around his to pull him in closer.
I can’t remember the last time I had sex like this. Desperate and hungry, yet cautious and slow. I wonder if this is what sex with Ben would always be like, or if it’s just because it’s his first time. I shake off the thought. It doesn’t matter. This is no-strings. I won’t know what sex with Ben will ‘always’ be like.
I dip my face to his neck, enjoying the groan that escapes as I press my lips to his skin and rub my face against him like a lion.
“I’m so glad you didn’t shave. I love this.”
“In that case, I’m glad I didn’t shave, too.”
Taking his face in my hands again, I kiss him like he’s my main source of oxygen. Forgetting everything else. Just for now.
Letting my hands slide from his face to his neck, I kiss him deep and slow as I find my way to his underwear. My thumbs hook into the waistband and I pause before sliding them down.
“Sure?” I ask against his mouth.
“Yes.”
We both moan as his cock springs loose, rubbing against mine on its way up.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this easily vocal before. He’s bringing something out in me that’s new.
I keep kissing him, just enjoying the way it feels to be naked with him.
