Liam's surrender was complete. It was in the way his head fell back against the wall, in the soft, broken sounds he couldn't hold back. That total capitulation was what drove Benson to his knees. The hardwood floor was unforgiving, but he didn't feel it. All he felt was the primal need to take, to devour.
He didn't hesitate. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Liam's jeans and boxers, yanking them down just enough. Then he took Liam into his mouth.
There was no teasing. Benson took him deep, the back of his throat convulsing around the head. His hands gripped Liam's hips, holding him still for the onslaught. It was a thought, sharp and clear in the haze of lust.If I can get blown in my kitchen, why the hell shouldn't he get some in his foyer?
Liam's hands flew to Benson's hair to anchor himself. His hips bucked while Benson took it all, the slight gag, the taste, the power of holding another man's pleasure in the palm of his hand. This was the proof. This was the point. Unapologetic. Unashamed.His.
For this moment, Liam was his. And, he supposed, it went the other way.
He could feel it building, the tightening in Liam's thighs, the way his breath stilled in his throat. God, it would be hot as hell to take him right here, to have Liam lose it with the front door still unlocked. But that wasn't the point. This wasn't about a quick, dirty victory in a foyer. This was about something more.
Benson rose to his feet in one fluid motion, ignoring the ache in his knees. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of Liam'sear. "I'm going to take you to bed," he whispered. "And I'm going to remind you how much I love you."
Liam, even dazed and aroused, couldn't help himself. A taunting laugh escaped him. "I bet you won't fuck me half as hard as you fuck Eden's cunt."
I wonder if he knows…About what he did to Eden in her own bed. Liam wouldn’t be making these jokes, then.
But Benson didn't reply. He simply turned and walked away, heading down the hall toward the bedroom without looking back. He left Liam there, pants around his thighs, leaning against the wall for support. A challenge had been issued. And Benson always,always, accepted a challenge.
In the bedroom, Benson didn't waste a second. He tore at his own clothes, buttons popping and fabric ripping. His coat hit the floor, followed by his shirt. The last sliver of twilight painted the room in shades of deep blue and violet, but he didn't bother closing the curtains. Let the world watch. He didn't care anymore.
By the time Liam's silhouette appeared in the doorway, still hard and moving with grace, Benson was sitting on the edge of the bed. He was naked, stroking his own cock.
"Help me out," Benson said. "For old time's sake."
Liam snorted. He sank to his knees on the carpet. "You know," he quipped, his gaze fixed on Benson's length, "I'm starting to understand Eden's endless drive to suck our cocks to death."
Then he leaned in and took Benson into his mouth.
Benson leaned back, bracing himself on his arms, and just let go. He loved every second of it. The past didn't matter. The future didn't exist. There was only this room, this bed, him, and Liam. As it should be.
My cock in his mouth.His entire body was being worshipped by someone who loved him. Benson's cock disappeared down Liam's throat. He groaned with his own movements, the slowroll of his hips that became faster, harder. He was fucking Liam's face.
But it wasn't about control. Not this time. It was about giving and taking. The raw, honest pleasure that pulsed between them, a current as powerful and undeniable as the tide. This was the truth. This was the only thing that had ever mattered.
“Fuck, your throat is definitely as tight as hers.”
Liam stopped long enough to catch his breath and say, “Really? You’re gonna talk about her right now?”
“Why the hell not? She’s our girlfriend. We were talking about you the other night while I broke her back in my bed.”
“I swear to God, you’re insane. You just say whatever you want in another man’s bed.”
“Shut up and suck my cock.”
Benson realized how petulant that sounded, as if he couldn’tbelieveLiam was giving him gruff for this. But that was part of the charm, he supposed, because it worked. Liam rolled his eyes like a dramatic beast and swallowed him again, this time leaving room at Benson’s base to stroke him with a tight, unrelenting grip.
“You’re gonna make me fucking come. Is that what you want?” Benson closed his eyes so he wouldn’t be pushed over the edge by the sight of Liam’s bobbing head. “Because I’ve got an image in my head I need fulfilled.”
Still, Liam did not relent.
“Holy fuck.” He wished Eden were there, but didn’t say that out loud. Not if he didn’t want to distract Liam.It’s not time, anyway.For months, they had both been fucking Eden, either alone or together. If they were going to introducethisto their date nights again, then it was only right that they get a little practice in before performing in front of Eden.As usual, I’ll wish I had two damned cocks to fuck them both.“Get up here so I can fuck you.”
Liam kissed a line up Benson’s body. When he reached the mouth, Benson couldn’t wait. He fisted Liam’s sweater, ripping it over his head. He couldn’t stop touching some part of Liam. A shoulder. The small of his back. The firm curve of his ass.
Soon, they were both naked, a tangled mess of limbs on top of Liam’s bed. They took turns stroking each other until Benson was almost over the edge of the bed, Liam’s mouth on his cock again. They were going to burst. This wasn’t enough. They needed something else.
"Where do you keep it?" Benson sounded like he was on another planet, but that was just him attempting to keep an ill-timed climax at bay.
