I won’t explore anything adventurous tonight, I just want to connect with him. Intimacy.
I reach into the nightstand and pull out the lube and a condom. When I see Ben’s face scrunch for just a moment, I grin. “I don’t like condoms either, but until we make a commitment and get tested together, we need to make sure we keep each other safe.”
My stomach roils thinking that some random guy would have fucked my boy bare if he allowed it.
“I know,” he sighs.
“We can wait until we’re tested if you want. We can do other things tonight.” I say, hoping to ease the tension from his body that’s still splayed across me.
He shakes his head. “No, I want to be safe. For both of us.”
As if needing to prove what he said, he moves his body, and his dick slides against mine. We both let out a moan simultaneously. Pressing my lips against his, we get lost in the moment all over again, and my hands roam across his back where sweat is beginning to dampen his skin.
“Please fuck me, Daddy,” Ben says, his eyes gloss over.
I pop the lid of the lube and drizzle some down his ass crack. I then coat my fingers before dropping the bottle beside me. Ben latches his mouth to my neck when I begin pressing one finger into his tight ring of muscle. “Relax, Flower.” I coax him to rest, and when his body relaxes, my finger slips all the way in.
I begin to pull out, but Ben presses his hands on my chest and starts to sit up, straddling me. He takes control and begins riding my hand. When he’s nice and loose, I add another finger before repeating it all over again. When the third finger is added, he releases a gasp mixed with a quiet scream. When I crook my finger and hit that magic spot inside him, he lets out another scream, louder this time.
“I need you. Now!” Ben demands as he picks up the condom and tears the foil package impatiently. He rolls it down my above-average length. I’m also thicker than most guys I’ve been with, and I know he will feel the stretch and burn no matter how much I prep him.
I drizzle a hefty amount of lube down my shaft, and Ben’s small hand spreads it around before lining me up with his entrance.
Ben starts to descend down my cock and stops.
“Make sure you breathe,” I remind him. When he starts to move again, I also remind him to bear down. I feel myself sliding in, and it takes every ounce of my control not to buck up into him.
He’s so tight.
When I bottom out after what feels like eternity, a sigh of satisfaction escapes him. I moan when he lifts up and starts to move. Thank fuck. He’s killing me. When I push deep inside, he’s the one to moan, and something ravenous takes over me. I no longer allow Ben to be in control. I take the lead and flip us so he’s on his back.
I pull out, leaving my head encased in his heat and slap into him. Again. And again. His fingers hold onto my shoulders, his nails biting into the flesh. Yes, I hope they leave a mark.
I lift his legs and put them up on my shoulders, practically bending this sweet boy in half. I watch as my dick enters him. It’s hot as fuck, and I’m not going to last long.
When I shift the angle and hit that spot inside him, he gasps, and before he can control it, another orgasm hits him. His body convulses underneath me as I slam into him a few more times.
I’ve never claimed someone the way I want to claim Ben. That thought sends an electrical current up my spine, and before I can pull out, I release into the condom. Fuck I hate this barrier between us, and I want to mark his insides.
I collapse on top of him, making sure to keep my weight mostly on the mattress. I pull him into my chest, and he snuggles in with sleepy eyes.
“That was incredible.” His voice is drowsy.
“You can say that again.” I tease.
“You candothat again,” he teases back.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I ask, concerned since I got a little carried away. “You were so perfect that I couldn’t help myself.”
“No. I’m good. More than good.” He snuggles in deeper.
“Hold on, baby. I need to clean us up, and then we can rest.” I tell him, rolling over and pulling off the condom. I toss it in the trash can, then grab a washcloth and heat it under the faucet.
Once we are cleaned up, I crawl under the covers, and Ben joins me, instantly plastering to my side, and I smile. It’s perfect. He’s perfect.
I run my fingers softly through his hair before kissing the top of his head.
“Stay the night?” I ask.
