I think I might die right here in the grass while Benjamin fucks himself on me. I hope he uses my corpse as a human dildo so my ghost can watch him ride me.
I grab his hips—stopping his motion. He tries to move again but isn’t strong enough to break free. Huffing out a breath, he glares at me.
“Really? I’m pretty sure you’ve actually been pretty bad, Button. Running around Lancaster causing trouble just because I wasn’t there to spank you when you got caught.” Benjamin’s eyes widen comically, hands sliding to rest on my shoulders.
“Well….”
“See. You also went and teased me any chance you got. Flaunting yourself in front of me.Tryingto get me to look—to crack. Hm? Isn’t that why you wore those shorts on move-in day? To remind me of what I claimed?” He shivers—hard. “Or why youwore that little silky button-up half undone—that chain around your neck for everyone to see? You were telling me something, Benjamin. You were working for it, teasing me.”
I take a hand off of his hip and bring it to his nipple—finally able to clamp down on the bar pushed through there.
“Ahh.” We moan at the same time, Benjamin’s head falling back, his thighs tensing on either side of me, enough for the bites on my side to sting.
“And you gottheseand didn’t tell me about it. Why?” He slowly looks back down at me—lips parted, pupils so big you’d think he’s high.
“I didn’t think it’d be appropriate.” The lie makes me laugh, so he tries again. “Because I wanted you to touch them and I felt guilty. If I didn’t tell you—then I didn’t have to imagine it every time you looked at them.” I hard-pinch at the nipple I have between my thumb and index finger. His hips are trying to move again and he’s whining at the lack of friction—at the sting on his chest.
“Why did you get them?” Benjamin moans a low, long sound—eyes closing and his chin dropping to his chest.
“Don’t ask me.” He begs.
Well—with that reaction, how can a man not?
“Now.”
“I saw you once. A long time ago. I’d come back early from Felix’s band practice and went to say hi to you.” Oh no. I have a very bad feeling this is going to be pretty embarrassing for me. “I opened the bathroom door but before I opened it all the way I saw you at your desk on your laptop. So, I paused.” He stops there—edging me with my own embarrassing middle-school masturbation story.
I drag his hips down onto me once—hard. He mewls, trying to find more.
“And you watched?”
“No—I couldn’t really see what you were doing. But I couldhearyou. I wasn’t even registering the sound of the porn.Just you.” If my dick gets any harder, I will cry like a baby. “And so, at twelve years old I got my first hard-on for a guy.” Benjamin grins down at me. “Surprise—I think you’re hot.”
“Wait—what does this have to do with the piercings?” I ask through my laugh.
“Oh. The girl you were watching. She had them. So when I was getting my nose done, I remembered it and thought… well I don’t know what I thought but it was about you. And I think they’re hot.” I rest my forehead on his chest, running my hands up his sides. As soon as my hand leaves his hip, he’s rolling himself against me.
“You fucking kill me.”
“It was a little bad of me. When I showed Drew, he looked at me like I was crazy—asking why I would pierce them. I don’t really think he meant anything by it—he liked them well enough—but itkind offelt like he was calling me a whore.” He laughs nervously. I grind up against him, soaking in his little yelp.
“You arenota whore, Benjamin. Even if Drew or your father make you think you are.” I feel his deep, shaky intake of air against my forehead.
“Well anyway—I told him that I thought they were hot and nothing else. It was nice because I didn’t have to lie and shitty because I knew doing it was just as bad.”
Alright, time to turn this conversation back around. I lean back—stopping his hips once again—grinning up at his childish glare.
“So, you think teasing me—publicly marking yourself with my things when I can’t eventouch you—and piercing your nipples just so you couldthinkof me touching you is being really good?”
Benjamin clearly doesn’t think that with his evil little grin and wandering hands. His golden hair is framing his face, and his cheeks are so beautifully flushed that he looks like an angel.
But then he goes and opens his filthy mouth.
“If it’s not—will you punish me?”God. Ah, goddamnit. I let go of him, leaning back onto my elbows and staring up athim.
“I’ll give you a ten-second head start, Benjamin. Don’t let me catch you.” I watch his hazel eyes darken to a shade I’ve never seen before. I watch as he puts a hand on my chest—sitting up straight where he straddles me—looking down at me like he wants me to bite him or fuck him or maybe both.
“Will it feel good?” I shrug.
