“Yeah?” I ask, my heart pounding furiously.
“I’ve been jealous of Parker since the very first time we had sex.”
My heart claws its way into my throat. “What? Why?”
Ben chuckles. “Calm down, Cutie, I’m mostly playing.”
I try to calm my racing heart. “What do you mean?”
Tracing the edge of my jaw with his thumb, he smiles. “That first time, the two of you docked. It was so hot, Lan. I don’t think you even understand how hot it was. And I wanted that too.”
Something inside me relaxes. That’s easy enough to remedy. “You want to?”
“Did you like it?”
I nod slowly, my cheeks heating.
Ben brushes my jaw again. “You’d want to do it again? With me?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, my dick jerking hard against his where they’re still pressed together.
Ben takes a step back, and without missing a beat, grabs the base of my cock. “God, you have no idea how much I want you, Lan.”
If it’s anything like how I want him, I’m sure I do.
“God, baby. I’m gonna make you come so hard,” he murmurs, lining the tips of our cocks up before working to stretch my foreskin over his head. I shudder hard. Fuck, this feels so good. So damn good.
Ben thrusts forward, tightening his grip on our heads where we’re trapped together, his deep moan echoing off the tiles.
I’m leaking, or maybe he is. I don’t know. All I know is I can feel it. Can feel the slick way our cockheads rub together. My balls draw up tight to my body as a loud groan rips from my chest.
“Feel good, baby?” Ben pants, his voice rough as he strokes our cocks in a perfect rhythm.
The only sound I make is a whiny sort of groan that would be embarrassing if what he was doing didn’t feel so fucking good.
Ben’s hand speeds up as a low, choked laugh leaves his throat. “Fuck. Jesus fuck, I want you.”
“You have me,” I choke out, my stomach tightening. Before I can process, Ben takes a step back, dropping our cocks. “Hey,” I mumble, disappointed.
Leaning close, Ben drags his nose along my throat, then presses soft, seeking kisses to my skin. I shiver when he hums. “Can I fuck you? God,I want to. Want to feel you pulsing around my cock like you did with my fingers.”
A groan spills from me, even as my cheeks heat. “Yes. Yeah.”
“Fuck,” he moans. “Okay, turn around?”
I face the shower wall and nearly choke when Ben’s warm hands grip my ass cheeks and he pulls them apart, exposing me to him.
“Fuck,” he says again, more hoarse than last time, and I almost want to laugh at how I’ve reduced him to nothing but the word fuck.
“Yeah,” I say breathlessly, trying to be flippant. Ben isn’t the only one who really wants this. “That’s the point, right?”
He chuckles. “Can I rim you?”
“Uh, yes?” It comes out far less confident than I’d like.
“If you don’t like it, we’ll stop,” Ben says, and then his face is buried between my cheeks and his tongue is swiping over my hole.
I gasp, knees going a bit weak as I rest my forearms against the cool shower wall.
