Page 15 of Candy Hearts
Kiss me. Kiss me.
Benji’s breath was stuttering now. William pulled his fingers out and shoved them back in, lighting up all Benji’s nerve endings. Benji was shaking, his back muscles strung taut, his legs trembling.
“Please, William.”
“Tell me what you want.”
Benji opened his mouth, his gaze snagging on William’s lips. He didn’t want to have to ask for a kiss. That felt silly somehow, and everything had been perfect up until that moment. He didn’t think he could handle a rejection.
William lifted his free hand to Benji’s mouth, brushing his thumb over Benji’s bottom lip. “Yes?” William asked. “That what you want?”
Benji nodded, desperate for it. “Please.”
“Me too.”
William pressed his lips to Benji’s chin, then the corners of his mouth. Benji threaded his fingers in William’s neat hair, trying to mess it up and hold him where Benji wanted him. The firelight gilded William’s cheekbones, and his dark brown eyes glowed behind his lenses. A groan rumbled out of William, and he crashed his mouth down on Benji’s. Their teeth clacked together. William’s glasses knocked into Benji’s face. The angle was awkward, what with William still fucking him gently with his fingers, and it seemed like there were a million hands in the way, but it was also perfect.
William’s kiss turned gentle but demanding, and Benji was taken over by it. He was just excitement and taste and sticky, sweet desire.
William pressed closer and his hipbone brushed Benji’s cock through its lace prison. Benji writhed, attempting to get more contact. William ripped his mouth away.
“You are a distraction and a half. I want to watch you. Want to watch you until you come apart for me.” William licked the sweat off Benji’s shoulder, then dipped his head and kissed the stretch of skin below Benji’s armpit.
He’d never had a guy target his armpit, but it was the second time William had done so. It sent a ticklish, jumpy sensation to Benji’s stomach. He groaned, wanting to be touched there harder. Or maybe lighter. Or wetter. He simply knew it felt weird and good. Benji certainly hadn’t expected William to teach him things about his own body, but lifelong learning was a noble pursuit. He’d heard that from a librarian once.
William sat up suddenly and splayed Benji’s legs. He thrust his digits inside Benji’s ass. With his other hand, William reached for Benji’s cock, gripping him through the delicate lace. Benji’s muscles tightened, pleasure pooling in his balls, in his ass. The lace was silky and petal soft against him but textured enough to add intensity.
He gasped, heat flushing his face and washing his vision red. “Make me.” The words burst from him, surprising him. He didn’t know where they’d come from, but they made his cock throb. “Yes, please. Oh fuck. Force me to … make me, William, please.”
“I’ve got you, baby.”
William rubbed him hard over his jock, pushed fingers against his prostate, and Benji’s world split in two as he came. Part of him was all pleasure and noise and the release of tension and warm, fuzzy, sexy feelings. And the other was grounded in the earthiness of the moment. The scent of dirty sex. The hot pulse of his heartbeat in his cock and ass. The spit drying around his open, panting mouth. The sticky come seeping through his lacy underwear.
It felt too real. Like too much. Too good considering it had only taken some fingers in his ass and a few strokes over his underwear for him to bust harder than he’d ever, ever busted.
Chapter Five
William got Benji a wet washrag. Semen had bubbled through the delicate pink lattice of Benji’s jockstrap, darkening the fabric. It was the sexiest thing William had ever seen.
He wanted to continue to spoil Benji, which, to be honest, was an unusual emotion for him. In the past, after sex, he’d been admittedly interested in getting back to work. Or catching a few hours of precious sleep. With Benji, he kind of wanted to cuddle. Had Valentine’s Day infected him, like a germ?
Benji looked at the washrag for a few seconds before taking a hiccupping breath. William’s whole world recalibrated.
He kneeled next to Benji, scared to touch him.
“Benji, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t know.” Benji said this with a fair degree of panic and embarrassment in his voice. “I’ve never done that, but I’ve wanted it for so long.”
William’s heart jumped to his throat. He started to reach a hand toward Benji’s cheek, but checked himself. “Can I touch you?” He tried to keep his voice even, but on the inside, he was in what-the-fuck mode.
Benji frowned, his eyes bright. “Of course.”
William placed his hand on the side of Benji’s neck, caressing Benji’s jaw with the pad of his thumb. “What haven’t you done before? I’m so sorry if I pushed you or—”
“No. I didn’t mean—ugh. Sorry.” Benji shook his head. “I’ve never had sex while wearing this shit.” He gestured to himself. To the harness and come-soaked underwear.
“Oh.” In hindsight, William should have suspected that. “What did you think of it?”
