He thinks I’m going to freak out, Benji thought guiltily.And why shouldn’t he? I keep blowing up at him.
“Benjamin,” Noah said, his voice lower. “Talk to me.”
Benji wanted to deny him. To tell him he wasn’t a wind-up toy, he didn’t talk on command. He even wanted Noah to grab his chin, force him to look his way.
But Noah didn’t. Because he was worried he had pushed too far, again.
Benji tried to come up with a way to make Noah grab his face without asking for it. He settled on dropping his forehead—still tacky with golf course sweat—on his shoulder.
Noah huffed a laugh. His hand came up and brushed Benji’s cheek, far too soft.
“Baby,” he said, full of relief and concern that made Benji ache. Why couldn’t he just beeasy? If he could just stop being so scared about everything and give Noah what he wanted, everything would be perfect.
Benji dug his head pointedly into Noah’s shoulder.
Noah’s fingers paused. Slowly, they migrated down to Benji’s chin and squeezed.
Benji sagged with relief as Noah tugged him up, his fingers hard around his jaw.
“Baby,” Noah repeated. “Tell me.”
“I like being yours,” Benji said, slurring around his tight grip. “It’s scary as fuck, but I love it. I don’t mean that like— I’m still not saying yes, y’know, to your crazy thing. But I like…”
He trailed off, wincing. He’d only realized it a minute ago, and the words were still slow and clumsy. He’d been so lost in the fear that he had barely noticed all the desire underneath it.
“I like knowing you bought me these,” Benji said, plucking at his soft shorts. They’d had to splash water on them before they left the bathroom, to hide the precum stain. “I like walking around and feeling the clothes on my skin and knowing you got them for me. Makes me feel like yours. If it’s my own money, ifIget them— I mean, I want my own money! Independence, yay! But it’s not the same.”
He stepped closer. Noah’s grip moved with him, letting Benji close enough to skim their noses together.
“I like wearing what you want,” he mumbled. “Like being what you want. Doing what you want. Like being yours.”
He stopped, holding his breath. He waited for Noah to point out that Benji had ruined every one of those things by turning down his marriage proposal—bynot answeringhis marriage proposal, anyway.
But Noah’s eyes were full of nothing but heat as he pulled Benji closer, his fingers tightening so hard around Benji’s jaw he thought they might bruise.
Noah leaned in, breath ghosting over Benji’s squished mouth.
“Follow me.”
CHAPTER 6
Noah never could take his eyes off Benji when he was fucking him. But this was even more spectacular than usual.
Benji was on his hands and knees, choking beautifully on a dildo that was stuck to the headboard. Every time Noah thrust into his ass, it pushed him deeper onto the dildo.
Benji’s face was red. His throat bulged. Noah had to keep pulling him back by his hair so that he remembered to breathe.
“So fucking starving for it,” Noah panted. “Wanted it for so long and now you can’t get enough, huh? Is this enough yet?”
Benji gurgled wetly around the dildo. Tears streamed down his face, gluing his eyelashes together. He had that gorgeous, drawn expression that meant he didn’t know if he could take much more of this, always followed by the slack bliss they were both waiting for.
Noah pulled him back by his hair, easing him off the dildo. Benji whimpered, straining to take it back in his mouth.
“Easy,” Noah told him. “Not too much.”
Benji slurred, “Thought you wanted to overwhelm me.”
Noah smiled, thinking back to the line he’d added in his sugar daddy profile that brought them together:I want to spoil, dominate, and overwhelm you until you can’t take it anymore.
