Page 25 of No Kind Words

“Yes, I thought we may have a beer, so I left the car at home.”

All I need to do is switch off the lights and set the alarm as I walk out the door. He stands just outside the entrance. Isla and Hope are wagging their tails at each other. The young dog is getting better but not ready to start the zoomies, so I call Isla back to me.

We get into my house, and Benny puts the pizza box on the counter in the kitchen.

“Is that going to stay warm enough if I go and have a shower?” I ask.

“It hasn’t been cooked yet. Can I use your oven?”

Intrigued, I lift the lid. Inside is what looks like a gourmet pizza. “Did you make this? Is there no end to your talents?”

“What can I say? You’ll have to see what else I’m good at.” His voice deepens seductively, as seductive as the heat in his eyes. His attitude is becoming much bolder. It’s almost back to the sexy man I knew years ago.

“I’d like that.” I lean into him and press a kiss to his surprised lips, but he catches up fast and kisses me back. The quick kiss intensifies, and soon we’re in a heated embrace, licking, tasting, and delving into each other’s mouths. As he moves his hands down and clutches my arse, I pull back. I do need a shower. The image of him joining me, his strong hands soapy as he runs them over my body, floods my mind. It’s too soon for that, but hopefully, it’s not too far away. “Go ahead with the oven. I won’t be long.”

I head to the stairs but feel his eyes on me. When I turn, he blushes and casts his eyes down. “Were you staring at my arse?”

“Maybe.” He laughs. “It’s a great arse.”

“If you play your cards right, you’ll get to touch it again.” As I turn back and walk away, I put a lot more swagger in my step. I love hearing him chuckle almost as much as I love seeing him in my kitchen. As I strip out of my clothes, I hear him talking to the dogs, but it’s too quiet for me to determine what he’s saying. The hot water pounds down on my head as I soap myself, my thoughts drifting back to Ben and the evening ahead. I’m planning on a lot more kissing and touching. My cock twitches at the idea, throbbing and thickening. I imagine unzipping his jeans, exposing his dick for me to see after all these years. Without thinking, I stroke my own. In my head, it’s his hands on me, gripping me tightly as I thrust into his fist. It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time to come, and I only just manage not to cry out his name.

After getting my heart rate back to its normal rhythm, I switch off the shower and grab a towel. I love having the large bedroom with the wet room sectioned off by an almost ceiling-height L-shaped wall. Seeing as it’s only me here, the need for privacy isn’t necessary. Or the need for covering myself as I walk around the partition to the bedroom. Only this time, Ben is standing in the doorway of the room.

“Shit!” I pull the towel from around my shoulders and wrap it quickly around my hips to cover my dick.

He holds his hands over his eyes. “Sorry, sorry, sorry. I didn’t expect you to only have one room up here. I just came to ask if you wanted some wine.”

“Ben, you can open your eyes. I’m decent. Plus, you’ve seen it all before.” I gesture at my tattooed torso. “Well, most of it. The art and metalwork are new.” I won’t mention the Prince Albert through the end of my cock or the guiche that’s sitting happily under my sac yet. He’ll find those himself.

Ben lowers his hands, shock written all over his face. Then it changes, morphing into curiosity and intrigue. He lets his eyes roam over my multicoloured chest, the phoenix coming out of the fire over my ribcage, sternum, and pecs. The reason behind it is obvious and personal. I wear it with pride. The longer he stares, the more interested my dick becomes and swells beneath the short towel.

It takes him a while to notice, but then he looks down. “Oh!” Red splotches appear on his neck and cheeks.

“My dick seems to like you staring at me.” I smirk. “Has the pizza gone in the oven yet?”

He shakes his head, seemingly unable to find any words. I take that as a good sign and drop the towel. His eyes bug out of his face. “What the fuck? Jesus, Jethro, that must’ve hurt like hell.”

“It gives an incredible amount of pleasure, apparently.” I wink. “Wanna know what it feels like?”

“More than you would believe.” His answer astonishes me and thrills me at the same time, and I take a few steps closer.

“Ben, baby, I’m all yours.” I lean in and run my nose up his neck to his ear. “Touch me.”

Dear god, I think my heart is going to burst out of my chest. I’ve never seen anything as hot as Jethro’s naked body. The tattoos are as bold and as bright as he is, but it’s the ring through his cock that has me captivated. I’ve only ever seen them in porn. They have been a turn-on for me, and for the first time in a very long while, I want to feel that inside me. I haven’t bottomed for god knows how long. With a hook-up, I prefer to top, but with a boyfriend, I’ve been happy to give and receive.

What will it feel like on my tongue? By the look on Jethro’s face, he’s going to let me do anything as long as I do something. His command to touch him, so soft and warm by my ear, urges me to move. I do as he demands. When I grip his solid shaft and tug, a groan rumbles from his throat, and I press my mouth against it. He swallows beneath my lips. As I run my thumb over the metalwork, a shudder wracks his body. “How does it feel to have my hands on you again? How many nights have you jerked off to the memories? Because I’ve lost count.”

Jethro tips his head back, giving me the chance to scrape my teeth over the day’s stubble on his jawline up to his ear. “There’s no going back, Jet.” I use the cool version of his name. “I’ve held back, been cautious with my heart, but if you give yourself to me, there’s no staying away from me.”

I jack him harder, faster, as his chest heaves. He looks at me, his eyes blazing with lust, need and something very much like…love. I halt my hand, and he moans and thrusts to gain friction again.

“Don’t stop. I’m so close. Christ, fuck, yeah. Like that.” Jethro’s voice is deep and desperate as he chases my mouth for another kiss. As I devour his mouth, sucking on his tongue, biting on his lip, he stiffens and shudders and comes into my hand. Hot, silky spunk coats my fingers, dripping over my knuckles. I want to taste him, so just like when he pinned me to the door, I lift my hand to my mouth and lick a long stream from my knuckles.

As I clean my hand, Jethro’s gaze is fixed on my tongue. Before I can finish, he pushes his hands into my hair and kisses me, licking at my lips and tongue, chasing the last of his release. Slowly we separate, and he bends to pick up his towel, his back to me. Fuck. Scars criss-cross his skin, some in the shape of a heavy buckle. There’s one I can’t look away from—a deep keloid dark pink scar over his hips and kidneys. Others are paler, silver marks. As I stroke over his shoulder blades, he stiffens, then turns his head to me. He looks stricken and slowly straightens up. Before he’s upright, I place a kiss on the marks on his ribs, letting my lips roam over every scar.

“I’m so sor—” Jethro places two fingers over my lips. “Don’t. It’s over and doesn’t matter anymore. We’ve found each other again.”

“Is it that easy?”

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