He lifts his head and stares down at me, his eyes heated but his lips quirked into a half-smile. “No one likes a know-it-all.”
“Really? Because I’m pretty sure you like me just fine. Especially when I do this.”
I move lower still, pausing momentarily to tongue his balls before concentrating on his tight, pink hole. I work him over with my mouth and fingers, playing his nerve endings like a virtuoso. His breathing gets faster and one of his hands lets go of the sheet and grips my hair, anchoring me in place. As if I’d rather be somewhere other than buried in his groin, getting him ready for my dick.
“Goddamn it, Grady, I’m going to come.”
I pull away, sitting back on my haunches to study him. Christ, he’s beautiful. I could stare at him all day like this, all sex-mussed and turned on, his eyes glassy, his cheeks flushed, and his lips swollen from my kisses. Or I could do what we both want so damn desperately and fuck him already.
“Not yet, you’re not. Not until I’m inside you.” I fumble for the bottle of lube and strip of condoms left on the nightstand from last night’s antics.
“Will that be soon, do you think?” he asks, gripping the base of his cock. “Because—and I repeat—I’m about two seconds from blowing my load.”
Actions speak louder than words, so that’s how I answer him. Without further ado, I rip open one of the condoms, toss the rest back where they came from, and suit up. Then I squirt some lube onto my dick and press the head against his rim.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moans.
“I haven’t done anything yet.”
I remedy that, entering him. His ass clenches around me like a hot, tight fist squeezing my dick, only a thousand times better. I close my eyes and think of tire degradation and oversteer. Anything to stop from embarrassing myself by busting a nut before I’m even fully inside him.
Slowly, so damn slowly, I continue to push until he takes all of me. We stay that way for a long, torturous moment, the heat of our bodies mingling and swirling around us, until I can’t take it anymore and start to move.
“Sweet mother of God.” I watch my cock slide in and out of him, disappearing and reappearing as I fuck him. Ben rambles incoherently and fucks me right back, meeting me thrust for thrust and angling his hips so I hit him in just the right spot.
He grabs his dick again, his long fingers wrapping around the thick, stiff length. It’s erotic as hell, the way he touches himself. Rough, sure, and certain, his thumb catching a drop of precum from under his head. “I am so fucking hard for you. Not gonna last long.”
“Same,” I grunt out as I continue to pump into him.
“Then do it.” His hand moves faster, almost a blur as it moves up and down his shaft. “Fuck me hard. Please.”
It’s the please that splinters my last shred of self-control. The room fills with the sound of our bodies coming together—fast, wet slaps that bounce off the walls and echo in my ears. My fingers dig into his hips, the nails leaving little half-moons in his pale skin. With his free hand, he reaches up and tugs my head down to his, our mouths crashing together in a tongue-tangling kiss.
Fire races down my spine and I feel a familiar tightening in my cock and balls. I don’t even have time to warn him before my orgasm is cannonballing through me. Ben pulls his mouth away and strokes himself faster until he cries out, erupting all over his hand, his chest, and the bed.
I fall on top of him in a heap, not caring that I’m now covered in his release, too. We lie there together, spent and sweaty, arms and legs entwined, my head resting on his chest. His heart beats under my ear, a rapid flutter that eventually slows to a steady, reassuring lub-dub.
Ben is the one to finally break the silence.
“Finish that fast in today’s race, and you’ll be on the podium for sure,” he teases, kissing the top of my head.
“Very funny.” I punch his shoulder playfully. “I didn’t hear any complaints when I was nailing you.”
“That wasn’t a complaint. Just an observation.”
“Well, then, I’d like to point out that you finished mere seconds after I did.”
“Point taken.” He yawns and stretches, his muscles bunching and flexing beneath me.
Miraculously, my dick starts to harden again, and I take that as my cue to get up and toss the condom. As much as I’d like to go for round I’ve-lost-count, I should hit the gym and grab something to eat before heading for the track.
“Wanna have breakfast together?” I call to him from the bathroom, where I tie off the condom and throw it in the trash. “After you do your hopefully unwitnessed walk of shame, of course. I wouldn’t want anyone to get the right idea about us. And I need to get in a workout first anyway.”
He doesn’t get a chance to answer before someone pounds on the door loudly enough wake the damn dead. I rocket out of the bathroom like I’m at the starting line and it’s lights out and scramble for my boxers, which I find in a pile of my clothes at in the middle of the floor, where Ben tore them off me last night. He’s frozen on the bed, the sheet pooled at his hips, his wide, eyes fixed on the door.
I glance at the clock. It’s not even seven yet. Still way too early for anyone in their right mind to be paying a visit unless it’s some sort of emergency.
“Who is it?” I call, still struggling to get my underwear over my knees.
