“I want to hear you say it.”
“Please, Ben. Suck m—”
I don’t even let him get the second word out before I’m lifting his cock to my mouth and engulfing it in one smooth motion. I take as much of it as I can and swallow, working his head with the back of my throat.
“Fuck, yes,” he purrs. “Just like that.”
I hum around him, making him mutter incoherently. The muttering continues as I deep throat him with a level of enthusiasm and dedication I usually reserve for racing. After a few minutes and an interesting slew of unintelligible rambling from him, I release him, tapping the head of his cock against my tongue a few times before sitting back on my heels to study him. If he was gorgeous before, he’s even more so now, with his kiss-swollen lips and his lust-glazed eyes and his cock standing tall and proud, shiny with his precum and my spit.
“Why the fuck did you stop?” he complains. “I was about two seconds from coming.”
“That’s why.”
“Tease.”
“Only if I plan on leaving you this way.” I reach for the lube. “And I don’t.”
Without me having to ask, he widens his legs and lifts his ass, displaying his puckered hole to me. I take my sweet time prepping him, starting with one finger, then two, then then three, feeling the muscle inside loosen as I scissor them in and out. When he’s good and ready, his hole sufficiently slick and stretched, I grab the string of condoms and rip one off.
“Wait,” he pants, sitting up and grabbing my hand before I can tear it open. “Do we need that if it’s going to be just us from now on?”
“Is it?” I ask. “Going to be just us?”
We haven’t had the exclusivity conversation, but now is as good a time as any.
He bites his lip, an unconsciously sexy gesture that makes my quiver. “I’d like it to be.”
My heart, which had seized in my chest, starts beating again. “Me too. I’ve never been particularly good at sharing.”
“My last STI test was negative,” he adds. “And I haven’t been with anyone but you since.”
“Same here.”
“Then no condoms.”
He sweeps the foil packets onto the floor. I follow suit, tossing aside the one in my hand. Then I bend over him, laying him down and covering my body with his so I can take his mouth in a heated kiss. He moans into my mouth, his tongue tangling with mine, and arches his back, making our leaking cocks slip and slide against each other.
“Please, Ben.”
“More begging?” I tease.
“I’m not proud. Just desperate. I need you inside me.”
“Then this is your lucky day because that’s exactly where I need to be.”
“It’sourlucky day.” He stares up at me, his eyes intent, the blue so dark it’s almost black. “Because we don’t have to hide how we feel anymore.”
“Right,” I choke out around the lump that’s suddenly formed in my throat. “Our lucky day.”
I grab my cock, position the head against his wet, open hole, and start to push. The time and effort I spent prepping him pays off, and I slide in easily. Without a condom, he feels like a furnace, engulfing my dick in its snug, wet heat. I pause occasionally, allowing him to adjust, but each time I stop he protests. When I finally bottom out, he wraps his legs around me and plants his feet on my ass.
“I’m not going to last long,” he says roughly. “So if you want to fuck me, I suggest you get started.”
This isn’t fucking, and both he and I know it, but I don’t bother to correct him. Instead, I give him what he wants—what we both want—and start to move, slowly at first then picking up speed until the air is filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together and the headboard banging against the wall. I feel a twinge of pity for whoever has the room next to us, but it fades fast, drowned out by the needy noises he makes as I fuck him and the way his slick, tight passage hugs my dick.
“Shit, that’s so good.” The balls of his feet press into my ass cheeks and his cock bobs invitingly between us. I angle my hips, hitting the magic button otherwise known as his prostate. He arches his back, his face contorted into a mask of pleasure, pain, and desperation. “Fuck yeah, right there.”
“Touch yourself,” I growl. My balls pull tight against my body, letting me know it won’t be long before they explode. “I’m close.”
