Rest of my life, Noah thought, the words repeating in a giddy loop. He couldn’t believe he had Benji under him, so radiant and happy as he let Noah give him everything he could take.
Noah grabbed Benji’s legs and hauled Benji into his lap. He ground his hardening cock into the crease of Benji’s thigh, right next to the metal ring of the cage.
“Because you know how good I’ll make you feel,” Noah said. “Even if I don’t let you come.”
Benji pushed up into his touch. “Are you gonna fuck me with the cage on?”
“Cage,” Noah agreed. “Collar. Thinking of plugging you up after. Using you whenever I want.”
Benji’s mouth fell open. For a moment, he looked so struck dumb that Noah thought back to the first few weeks of their relationship, when Benji was stunned by every one of Noah’s dirty suggestions.
Then Benji’s jaw clicked shut, and his lips spread in an eager grin. “Can we put that in our marriage vows?”
Noah loved him so much it hurt.
“We’ll look into it,” he promised, then slid into him.
After, Noah plugged him up.
“I’ll have you like this at the wedding,” he promised as he nestled the plug into place between Benji’s shaking thighs.“Stretched and ready for me. Still wet with my come. You’ll say your vows with this inside you. My collar, hiding under a bowtie. My cage around your cock.”
Benji moaned weakly. His hips jerked, like he was still chasing his own orgasm.
Noah turned him onto his back. Benji’s soft cock flopped between his legs, still confined with metal.
“Okay?” Noah asked, rubbing his thighs.
Benji nodded. His eyes were glazed, like he really had come his brains out.
“Different,” Benji said. “But… good. Holyshit. I didn’t know it could feel so good without getting hard. That was intense.”
A flurry of knocking made them both look up.
“Last dinner,” Max yelled. “It’s last dinnertime!”
“You make it sound like we’re gonna get taken behind the resort and shot,” Benji called back. “There will be other dinners!”
“Not in Bali!” Max yelled. “Get up, get up, get up!”
Daphne joined in, eager as ever to help Max irritate his brother.
“Give us five minutes,” Noah told them.
Benji was lying motionless on the bed, watching Noah in a way that let him know exactly what he wanted.
Noah picked him up, feeling Benji snicker into his chest as Noah placed him on his feet on the carpet.
“Sure, you’re ready to go back?” Noah asked, stroking his hair back from his forehead. “You don’t have to go back to school for weeks.”
Benji gave him a conflicted look that meant he really had been listening in on Noah’s phone conversations with his increasingly stressed colleagues, who were allveryhappy about his recent engagement but would like their brand new CEO to come back ASAP.
“We gotta get back to real life,” Benji said. He turned like he was going to grab his pants off the floor, then paused. “You haven’t heard anything else from Mikey, right?”
“Not since he left.” Noah had received several photos of Michael at the local airport. As far as he knew, Michael was back home, getting thrown out of bars. His latest paparazzi snap—which Noah determinedly kept out of the gossip rags—was of him throwing up in the gutter in front of the Stern Industries building two nights ago.
“But your dad is doing more interviews,” Noah continued reluctantly. “We’ll have to fix this.”
Benji sighed, pulling up his boxers gingerly over the chastity cage and the plug. “I can dooneinterview. If you’re with me.”
