Page 14 of Candy Hearts
Normally he’d be worried or insecure or too in his head, but William used his hold on the straps at Benji’s spine to pull Benji to his mouth, and Benji couldn’t be anything but blown the fuck away.
He’d wanted this for so long. Had wanted to be accepted. To be free.
William made a humming, desperate sound, and sweat exploded over Benji’s skin. He needed a hand on his cock, but he loved being serviced. Didn’t want it to end, and he’d come too fast if he touched himself. He’d dissolve like cheap candy, then it would be over.
Benji couldn’t bear for this to be over yet.
William pushed the tip of his tongue inside him, and it knocked loose Benji’s remaining reservations. He cried out and slapped the brick.
“Yeah, honey. Get loud. You like this?” William licked over him roughly. Thoroughly.
“I do … Oh hell.”
Benji liked it, and liked it, andlovedit for long, perfect minutes until he felt so relaxed he could have melted. But also, if anyonelookedat his dick wrong, he’d pop off. William was making gruff, growly noises again, and his spit was running down the inside of Benji’s thighs, soaking the straps of the jock.
William rubbed a thumb over Benji’s entrance. “Can I finger you?”
“Uh. Sure. I mean, I love the rimming. You could do that forever.”
“Think my mouth would get tired.”
“True. What a shame. Yes, finger me.”
William laughed and pressed a long, thick finger inside Benji.
It stung a bit because there was nothing but spit for lube, but Benji had always been into that, both the spit and the roughness.
Everything got dizzying after that. William sat up, the heat from his body at Benji’s back again. The wet warmth of William’s lips on his neck. The piercing, filling thrust of William’s fingers. The satisfying stretch that left him wanting bigger and harder. The electric shock of a press against that hot spot inside him. The comfort of a strong arm holding him up.
Benji’s own arms went weak, and William gathered him close. And, damn, did Benji love a man who could catch him before he crumbled. And he was fucking crumbling.
William rotated them, laying Benji down on the rug on his back, then crawled between Benji’s legs, spit on his own fingers, and pushed them back in.
“I need … Oh no … William, please, I need …”
“What do you need?” William smiled. That easy, charming, unicorns-are-real smile. A smile that let Benji in on a secret.
“A cock,” Benji blurted.
William’s smile turned fierce and satisfied and possessive. He pressed his groin lightly against the inside of Benji’s thigh. “I’m older than you. I’ll be out of commission a bit longer.”
Benji shook his head, trying to clear it, but it didn’t work. “A dildo.”
William froze for a second before saying, “I don’t really have one handy.”
“Everyone should own a dildo, William.”
William pressed his laugh into Benji’s knee before leaning over him, keeping his fingers firmly planted. They grinned at one another, their lips almost grazing. Benji would take a kiss over a dildo right about then, but it was a close call.
“I bet you’ve got one upstairs in that duffle, don’t you?” William asked.
So, like, ninety percent of Benji wanted the kiss. Ten percent wanted the Swamp Monster Everglides dildo he had in his bag.
“Three. Three dildos.” Benji was mesmerized by William’s lush mouth.Kiss me. Kiss me.A kiss was better than Swampy. He was practically screaming the words in his head.
“I can go get one,” William said. His breath tickled Benji’s chin.
“No. Don’t leave.”Me. Don’t leave me, Benji wanted to say. “Next time.”
