Benji’s lube-covered fingers reach underneath me to touch my cock, and I slap his hand away. “No.”
Benji is scarily still behind me. “What are you saying no to?”
“Don’t touch my dick, dude. Just fuck me.”
Fingers bite into my hips as Benji breathes heavily behind me. For one taut second, he drops his forehead over my shoulder blades, breath puffing hot against my chilled skin. Benji’s warmth disappears, making my skin prickle with the cool air around us.
One, two, three, four.
Benji returns before I can reach five. His large palm presses against the small of my back, steadying himself as he pushes his condom-covered cock into me. The burn is familiar and I grit my teeth through it. Something about being fucked centers all the emotions inside me going a million different ways.
Once Benji bottoms out inside me, he curves his upper body against my back, his fingers wrapping around my wrists. Hepresses his face against mine, the heat of him bringing me back to life after weeks of feeling detached from my own body.
“Next time, we fuck with you on your back so I can watch you,” Benji whispers against the shell of my ear.
I shake my head to make him go away. “Come on.”
Benji chuckles darkly and rises up, his hands finding a home on my hips. “Fine, Nolan. Have it your way.”
He pulls out all the way, only the tip of his cock still inside me. When he slams back into me, he knocks all the wind out of my lungs. Seconds go by before I can gulp in a breath of air, just in time for him to do it all over again. Benji is relentless, pummeling into me until all the air inside me has evaporated. My vision darkens, just in time for him to bend over, pace not faltering for a second. His fingers curl over my throat, squeezing so tightly that any ounce of air making its slow way down my throat is frozen in its tracks.
“Lift up,” Benji orders. His breath comes in low pants against the side of my neck.
I lift up slightly and gasp at the change in angle. Benji presses his pleased grin into the sweaty crook of my neck. He dips his fingers between mine on the headboard, anchoring me in the exact position he wants to take my body for himself. My eyes roll back in my head as he seeks his own pleasure inside of me, as the heat of him seeps into me, giving me life after so many months on the edge of destruction.
“Are you going to come?” Benji pants against my shoulder, teeth biting down so hard I lose my breath all over again.
“No.”
Benji squeezes my neck again, harder, tighter, perfect. “Come.”
My brain is a traitor of epic proportions. Teeth buried in my skin, fingers curled over mine on the headboard, my brain turns right off, and the pleasure dials up to one thousand.Lightning zips down my spine, curling my toes into the soft, plush comforter. With a quiet scream, I come untouched as Benji relentlessly fucks me. The moan that rattles around us as he stills inside me almost has me ready to go again.
This is when I usually kick Trevor away, make him go order room service, anything but touch me when I’m most vulnerable. But Benji doesn’t even give me a chance. He pulls out of me slowly, either ignoring my hiss or noting it to remember for the next time. Instead of plopping on the bed, Benji lifts me from it, standing me on my shaky feet at its edge.
He cups my face in his palms, lifting my chin, imploring me to meet his gaze head-on. His smile is shaky, his eyes warm as he curls his fingers behind my ears.
“Good? Tell me, Nolan.”
“Good,” I say woodenly, not sure if I really mean it.
Benji nods quickly as if he takes my words at face value. “Okay, okay. Come on.”
Benji’s fingers tangle with mine as he leads me towards the en suite bathroom. He carefully positions me against the vanity, my back against the cool granite so I don’t have to look at myself in the mirror. Does he know? There’s no way. Not even Trevor knows I hate the sight of myself in the mirror. Even a glimpse of my reflection disgusts me.
I warily watch Benji move around the bathroom. Sweat glistens over his muscles. His hair is mussed from fucking, and there’s an angry bite mark on his neck that’ll be there for days. Some weird satisfaction rolls through me that I’ll leave a mark on him. I always liked it with Trevor too. As if these men might leave me behind but I leave them with an indelible impression, one that can only be removed with time.
Benji finishes preparing a bath, then climbs into the tub, all long limbs and a gentle smile. Curling his fingers in invitation, he wordlessly waits for me to join him in the warm, amber-scented water. Every instinct in me says to run, says to flee, says to cut my losses before the weekend can progress any further.
But I don’t.
I let him tug me into the water, and position me between his warm thighs. His hands trail over my arms, my chest, and any inch of skin he can find as he gently washes me of its sins.
3
BENJI
OCTOBER 2026
