I imagine his cock rubbing against the bed. How badly is he leaking onto the clean, white sheets right now? As much as I am? More?
I think it’s time to give him his well-earned release. He’s lasted admirably and hopefully this will erase the embarrassment he feels over the first time.
But when I slide my hand around his body to grip his cock, he grabs my wrist and tells me to stop.
I’m so blissed out I forget how to speak English for a moment.
“What’s wrong?” I finally manage.
Ben’s face is pressed against the pillow. He turns his head and …wow.
“God, you look amazing.”
His eyes are glazed and hungry. Bottom lip swollen with teeth marks. Cheeks rosy. Hair ridiculously messy.
“Can you kiss me while you make me come … please?”
Fuck, yes.
I practically dive to the top of the bed, pressing my lips against his, hoping he knows how good he tastes. He moans into my mouth before I’ve even touched him.
I press him back and straddle his waist, admiring him for a beat. His shyness has evaporated—at least for the moment.
I’m about to ask if he has any lube when I look down and see how much he’s already leaked onto the bed. There’s that shyness back when he catches me looking.
I grind against him, my cock leaving a sticky stripe on his thigh.
“I couldn’t stop leaking either.”
He stares at me, eyes wide, lips parted. I catch his mouth with mine before sliding my hand between our bodies and using the precum beading on the tip of his cock as lube.
His whole body shudders as soon as I wrap my hand around him. Our kiss is messy, our lips barely making contact, and for some reason, it might be the hottest kiss I’ve ever had.
The band is still playing outside, but I barely register the music over the sound of my hand sliding over Ben’s skin.
We stop kissing and just breathe into each other’s mouths as I feel him getting close. His body is rigid, eyesclosed and brows furrowed as his breath becomes short, quick pants. I speak to him, telling him to let go, telling him, ‘That’s it.’ My mind is blown and I’m sure I’m saying everything in German. It doesn’t matter. He lets go anyway. Eyes opening so I get the chance to see them roll back. Hear a moan rip through him as he spills over my fingers. I press my mouth to his sweat-soaked neck and finally allow myself to wrap my lips around his Adam’s apple as I milk every last drop from him.
When he flinches, I let go and lay down beside him, listening to him catch his breath with a strong sense of satisfaction coursing through my veins.
16
BEN
It’s quiet in the room when I open my eyes. There’s a draft in the vicinity of my lower regions.
I look down and am surprised to find myself naked. The blankets are all tangled at the foot of the bed. An unfamiliar set of feet.
Oh, crap.
Everything comes flooding back. Elias, me, this bed, him making me come, me moaning, loudly, then … what? Did I fall asleep?
I turn my head on the pillow and find him lying close to me despite the fact this is a king-size bed. I know he’s tall, but he could have fit on the other side. Why is he lying with his face squashed between two sets of pillows? That doesn’t look comfortable.
When I slide my legs off the bed, I cringe at the wet spot and have to suppress a groan of embarrassment.
Was I drunk last night? No way, I only had a couple of sips of champagne.
If I wasn’t drunk, how could I have been so … loose? The things I let Elias do to me. The way I reacted.
