“What do you want, Button?”
“Touch me. Make me come. Please—I’m begging you.” I chuckle as I watch him shudder underneath me, gasping as I grind against him.
“You’re such a fucking slut, Benjamin.”
“I’m only like this—hngh—” He whimpers as I reach around and unbutton his jeans. “With you.” Feeling his words in every part of my body and soul, I stumble in my movements, taking a second to restart my brain. I might actually fucking die before I leave Cameron’s bathroom.
Perhaps a bit too urgently, I flip Benjamin around to face me—admiring the streaks of tears on his flushed cheeks—and the wide, pleading eyes. I shove his pants and briefs down to his ankles.
“You always know exactly what to say to me, don’t you?” He nods, biting his lip as I run my fingertips over his hip bones to the smooth skin centered between them where I rub gently. “Don’t say these things to anyone else.” His eyes shoot up to meet mine in shock—exposed cock momentarily forgotten. “Don’t speak to anyone else in that voice—the one that sounds like you’ll die if I don’t put my dick in you and fuck you within an inch of your life.” Benjamin makes a sound that sounds almost like a cry, eyes still locked onto mine.
“O-okay.” Watching him now, I am amazed at how incredibly different normal Benjamin is compared to Benjamin when he’s lust-stricken like this. He’s so submissive—so obedient. I kiss his neck, feeling him shudder against me, his bare tip pressing against my shirt. When I reach the muscle that connects his shoulder and neck I begin to bite—but think better of it. The desire to mark him is incredibly overwhelming but that’s definitely crossing a line. I move away to kiss hisshoulder.
“Do it.” He says—rushed and breathless. “Bite me.Mark me.” He demands and I groan and sink my teeth into him. I taste metal—telling me I drew blood—and Benjamin fucking purrs under me. I lap the blood with my tongue until it stops actively flowing from the wound, kissing over it. Pulling back, I stare at the indentations of my teeth, the harsh red lines where the skin broke, the bruising already starting to develop around it. He looks so fucked. I’m aching in my jeans—but come to my senses just enough to have a rational thought.
“Button, maybe we should stop here and—” I don’t get to finish my sentence before he slaps a hand over my mouth.
“I swear to God, if you don’t make me come tonight, I’ll never speak to you again.” And yeah—he looks absolutely serious. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or his hard, leaking cock, but it’s not very difficult for me to chuckle and say—
“Okay, baby. I’ll make you cry.”
Chapter Seven
January 2018
Aaron
We don’t get much further after that before someone bangs on the door.
“Hey! Can you guys give someone else the bathroom for a fucking minute?” Shit. We’ve been in here for who knows how long now. Benjamin’s staring up at me half naked, apparently unconcerned with the intruder. I ignore his protests and slap his angry hands away as I put his underwear and pants back on him. Making sure we both look—well—like weweren’tfucking in the bathroom, I open the bathroom door.
“Sorry man, the cuter they are the harder it is to keep their clothes on ‘em.” The guy standing in front of the door is definitely a junior, one I’ve never met before. His eyes widen as he watches me lead a stumbling Benjamin down the hall. Benjamin gives him a mock salute—debates for a second—then flips him the bird. I laugh, pulling him toward me and into an empty bedroom.
I battle Benjamin to be able to lock the door as he pulls me toward the bed. When it’s finally locked, I give in and follow him. He lays on his back in the center of the mattress, one knee bent up, his hair resting around him like a golden halo.
The moonlight trickling in from the large, curtainless window bathes Benjamin in a soft glow. His arms are spread out and he waits, anticipating, watching me. I stand at the end of the bed and study him. He’s so fucking beautiful. I’m half convinced if he sat up and told me to jump out that window I would do it.
“Take off your clothes.” I tell him. He sits up, about to get off the bed. “No.” He pauses. “Where you are.” Benjamin stares at me for a moment before he understands. I’m realizing that the liquor is probably hitting him the strongest at this point, and he’s mostlikely a bit drunker than he was when I barged in on him and that girl. Speaking of which….
Benjamin pulls off the tight black shirt, showing me his toned biceps, his curved waist, that soft stomach. He throws his shoes and socks on the floor and lays on his back again. I feel him watching me as I watch his hips lift and in one motion, he pulls down both his pants and his briefs. Tossing them onto the floor as well he lays back into his starting position. All muscle, soft skin, and leaking cock. He looks fucking delicious—but business always comes before play.
“Benjamin, if you answer me honestly, I’ll touch you. And if you don’t,” I pull my shirt over my head before moving to unbutton and unzip my jeans, pulling my neglected dick out. Benjamin sucks in a harsh breath. “I’ll only touch myself. Understand?” He nods frantically. “Words.”
“I understand.” Something in me warms at his obedience.
“Thank you.” I lean one knee onto the bed, drinking in the sight of him. I run a hand down the calf of the leg he has propped up and give myself a stroke. He groans. “What was that girl’s name?”
Shocked, he stares at me for a moment before the lust wins.
“Angel.” I scoff despite myself.
“Angel? Please. Sounds like a fucking stage name.” Benjamin swallows harshly, staring up at me, looking between my eyes and where my dick stands, leaning against my abs. I run my fingertips up his thigh. “What did she say to you downstairs, when she whispered in your ear?” He has to think for a handful of seconds—probably longer than needed as he keeps getting distracted when I randomly stroke myself. Finally, recognition lights his eyes.
“She told me that in her dreams I fuck her in the bathroom and then never see her again.” I nearly choke on my own spit, staring down at him in disbelief. His face is saying,everything about what I just said is normal.But it absolutely isn’t.
“So, you were going upstairs to fulfil her dream? To fuck her in the bathroom?”
“Yes.” I lean forward, taking my hand off of my shaft and running it up Benjamin's chest, circling one of his nipples. He gasps, sitting up onto his elbows to watch my every move. I watch his face as I pinch the nipple to harden it, then roll it between my fingers.
