“Whatever you want.”
“Dangerous words,” he murmurs, then kisses me.
I’ve given up on trying to make sense of my colors when we’re like this. They’re too fast. Too bright. Too much. I get so easily lost in the sensations that nothing else matters.
Ben’s hand settles on my throat, and I arch into him, groaning when he brushes his thumb over my pulse point. He deepens the kiss, taking his time as he settles more of his weight on me. He’s only wearing his boxers, and even through the fabric between us, nothing is muted. It takes no time at all before I’m grinding up against him, trying to get friction, while he rocks down on me, dipping his tongue into my mouth and nibbling on my lower lip.
When he pulls back, I groan at the loss.
“Wanna fuckme, Cotton Candy?”
I glance up at him, and he’s staring down at me with hooded eyes and blown pupils. “Yeah,” I rasp. “Ride me? We can send Landon a photo of that.”
His eyes brighten, heat flashing in them. “Yeah,” he breathes, dick jerking against mine. “Yeah, I like that.”
I can’t help but smirk. “I know you do.”
He sits up, digging in my bedside drawer. “We’re either gonna need more condoms soon,orwe’re gonna need to get tested. I vote for the second one, by the way.”
“Let’s talk to Lan about it when he gets back home tomorrow.”
Ben nods, ripping a condom off the strip and grabbing the lube.
Rolling off me, he strips off his boxers, then straddles me again. After wetting his fingers, he reaches behind him. I grip his hips, watching as he stretches himself open for me. I grab my phone, snapping a couple of photos of him. His mouth drops open when he notices, and a harsh moan tears from his throat as he rocks back on his fingers.
“You’re too damn hot for your own good, you know that, right?”
He laughs, though it’s breathy and hoarse. “Is that right?”
“Yep.” I snap another photo, but when he pulls his fingers free and hands me the condom, I toss my phone to the side to grab it.
I tear it open, then lift my nightgown out of the way and roll it down my aching cock. It doesn’t take long for him to get into position, and I nearly choke when he slides down my erection. He’s so warm and tight. Landon wasn’t lying. “You feel so damn good,” I choke out, rolling my hips up to work my cock deeper into him.
He moans, rotating his hips. When he’s flush against me, he takes a deep breath, grabbing his phone. Holding it up in the air, he snaps a photo, then turns it around to look at it before showing me.
My stomach is exposed, the light from my bedside table spilling out to highlight it. His cock is swollen and leaking onto my stomach.
“Jesus, that’s hot.”
“You’re telling me,” Ben says, and then he tosses his phone over where mine is.
Bracing himself with his hands on my chest, he rises up and drops back down. The friction is maddening, making my eyes roll back in my head. It’s so fucking good. So good.
He does it again and again. Rising and dropping until he’s practically bouncing on my cock.
“Fuck, pretty baby, you feel so good.”
I moan because I can’t be expected to make words right now, and Ben picks up his pace. “Fuck, between you and Lan, I’m starting to get concerned about my stamina.”
“The shower,” I choke out, and Ben’s hips stutter like he’s thinking about it. “What did you do in the shower?”
Groaning, Ben rolls his hips. “We docked, and then I bent him over the bathroom sink and fucked him.”
I press my head further into the pillow, eyes rolling back at the mental image. “Was it good?”
“It was so fucking good.”
My breathing picks up, tingles racing down my spine. “Yeah? Tell me more.”
