Page 27 of No Kind Words

“You called me Jet.” I grin as his cheeks pink a little. “I like it. Come on. We said we’d meet them all at the pub.”

Ben groans and sticks his bottom lip out in a cute pout. “Do we have to? I’d much rather stay in. I’ll even cook for you.”

That’s a dirty move. He knows how much I love his cooking. The guy should be on MasterChef. But going out to see our friends has become the thing we do on Friday nights. We can skip it, especially since we’re finally going to get down to some serious dicking. I snigger. Like how old am I? But still, it’s the truth.

“Hmm, not sure that’s enough. What else have you got to tempt me?” I move into his space and whisper in his ear, “Show me what you’ve got, Benny.”

He shudders as I nip his ear lobe. “We need to take this upstairs. I don’t want the dogs judging us.”

“You know the way.” I step back, giving him room. He bends to pick up whatever he dropped. “You brought a bag?”

He smiles, which brightens up his whole face. “I knew I’d need clean clothes for the morning.” He walks past me, and I can’t take my eyes off his arse and how it fills his jeans so perfectly. Will he let me fuck him? There’s only one way to find out.

I follow him upstairs.

When I get in my bedroom, Ben looks out the window. It’s not a great view from here. The cottage faces away from the sea and the beach, so I’m not sure what has his attention. As I approach him, he doesn’t turn, but when I wrap my arms around his waist, he leans back onto me. “What’s going on?” I ask quietly.

“I didn’t think this would ever happen. I’m nervous. I don’t know if I can be the man you knew fifteen years ago. You’ve said and thought the same things, and I believe you completely, but the body of twenty-five-year-old me is very different from the one I have now. I want this to be good, better than good. But what if I don’t live up to your expectations? You’re so different, in such a good way, whereas I’m just me.”

“Then how about I show you how much I want this—want you. Because, trust me, you’re exactly what I want.” I slide my hands under his T-shirt, ignoring the way he breathes in, tightening his abs muscles. My dick throbs, thickening in my boxers as I push the fabric up his body, running my fingers through the soft hair that wasn’t there before. “Everything about you, about this, is so thrilling. It’s familiar yet so new. I’m nervous too, babe, but it’s going to be so good you’ll never doubt yourself again.”

We separate so his T-shirt can come off. I pull it over his head and throw it somewhere in the room. He turns to face me. The deep fire, the need, the want in his eyes are palpable. His mouth hits mine in a powerful, demanding kiss. His tongue invades my mouth, clashing with mine in a fervour he hasn’t shown before. It’s like his anxiety has been turned off at the click of a switch. I match him, and our tongues tangle, twisting and turning, as we chase to be in charge. Ben pushes my clothes up, forcing us to break apart, something that needed to be done so I can catch my breath.

“We need to be naked right now.” Ben unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down his legs until they get jammed at his ankles by his shoes. “Shit.”

In moments, we’re down to our underwear, with erections bulging in the soft cotton. When I stroke a finger up his length, a wet spot appears, pre-cum ready at the tip to burst free. “That’s sexy as fuck.” I grip him through the fabric. He lets out a soft moan, hooks his thumbs into the waistband, and yanks his briefs down his legs. Instantly, I wrap my hand around his cock, pumping the solid rod, encouraging more clear fluid to the tip and nestling in the slit. As I stroke over the tip with my thumb, Ben’s moans become louder. He reaches for my boxer briefs and pushes them down my thighs to the floor.

Any nerves Ben was feeling minutes ago have disappeared, and the confident man is back, walking me backwards to my bed. When my knees hit the mattress, I sit. Ben drops to his knees between my legs. With a wink, he takes my cock into his hand, pumping once, twice, three times until my pre-cum beads. He licks, flicking the ring. My head swims with blissful pleasure. Then his mouth is on me. As he takes more and more of me deep into his mouth and then his throat, the wet heat and slow suction are incredible. He doesn’t seem to have any issues with the ring through the head. He only pulls back to tug on it gently with his teeth. I nearly come on the spot. Pleasure courses through me, and I cry out his name and push my fingers through his hair.

I’m holding my breath, desperately trying not to come. I manage a strangled “Stop.”

He pulls back, twirling his tongue around the head like it’s an ice cream, one of the good ones with the flake in. “Problem?” he asks smugly. The fucker, he knows exactly what was going on.

“You’re far too fucking good at that.”

At last, we're here, where we should have been for so long, yet the time apart is no longer relevant. It’s the now that matters, and I want to make this the best he’s ever had. The next question is what he wants. I haven’t bottomed for a long time, but the thought of that beautiful, fat cock inside me makes me clench my channel. I’ll make it easy for him.

“I want you inside me,” I all but growl. Surprise lights up in his eyes.

“Yeah? You sure?”

“I am. We’ve got all the time in the world to swap and change. Right now, I want to know what the ring feels like.”

Jethro’s smile is so bright you’d see it from outer space. With a kiss on my lips, he scrabbles across the bed to his nightstand and pulls open the drawer. A packet of condoms and a bottle of lube hit the centre of the bed. I get up from the floor and climb onto the bed. “I want to ride you.”

Jethro pulls a condom out of the box, drops it on the bed, and picks up the lube. As the liquid drips onto his fingers, I kneel over his waist, giving him room to stretch my hole.

“Kiss me,” he says. I bend over him, my head in line with his. As our lips touch, he slides his blunt, slick fingers between my legs and rubs over my hole. The sensation is familiar yet strange. It had been the other way around before. Jethro hadn’t shown any interest in topping me. Looking back, I think he was too nervous to ask, too eager to get fucked.

As the kiss deepens and our tongues stroke languidly together, he slips the first finger inside me and pumps slowly in and out. I relax into the feeling. A hitched breath turns into a sigh as the second finger slides in.

As he grazes over my prostate, I break the kiss. “Enough. That’s all I need.” I groan as he withdraws, leaving me empty and aching for more.

I have to shift farther down his body, freeing his dick from behind me so he can put the condom on. I chuckle when his slippery fingers fumble with the foil wrapper. “You do it.” He shoves the packet into my hand. I open it but give it back. I’m not sure about the ring and want to watch how he does it.

Seconds later, I’m up on my knees again and sliding down onto Jethro’s cock. He feels huge, so much bigger than he did in my mouth, but I guess the size difference is the reason for that. Laughing, I hold still, allowing my arse to adjust.

Jethro’s eyebrow shoots up. “Something funny?”

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