Page 38 of Candy Hearts
“Yeah,” William panted, gripping Benji’s sides harder. “You are, baby. And the cock ring?”
“Makes my dick so thick, and everything is more intense. I’m more sensitive.”
“What about the plug?” As William said this, he locked his legs around the back of Benji’s thighs, forcing their bodies closer together. The slight change in angle pressed said plug into Benji’s hot spot.
“Oh God, can’t talk.” The jolt to his system made him move a little rougher than before.
William’s eyes went hazy and his breath thundered out of him, a flush coloring his neck and chest. His body was slick with sweat. “That’s it. Make me love it, sweetheart,” he gasped. “You make me love it.”
They twisted together for long minutes, their bodies dancing and responding in sync. William’s dirty words and bossiness dropped off into deep, dark sounds in the back of his throat.
Benji fell to his elbows on top of William, wanting to be as close as humanly possible. William held him tenderly, adoringly, like Benji was precious.
There were so many things Benji wanted to do. He wanted to hold William down and really fuck him. He wanted to suck hickeys along William’s collarbones, to stake a claim. He wanted to lick William’s armpit and see if it made him bust.
But this was too good to stop. This closeness. This connectedness.
Next time. He’d do those things next time.
God, let there be a next time. Let this be more than a passing fancy, more than drowning their Valentine’s Day loneliness in each other.
Benji’s heartbeat slammed in time with William’s, like William’s heart was a metronome that Benji’s couldn’t help but match.
William lifted his head up to capture Benji’s mouth, and that was all it took. Benji loudly moaned his orgasm out against William’s lips. Secrecy be damned.
Benji drowned in it, the normal tension and release amplified and prolonged until he was weak and wobbly and exposed.
William’s words slowly reached Benji’s ears.
“I’ve got you. I’ve got you. So hot.”
Benji whimpered. It was too much. Too many revelations in his head. His heart.
Too much.
Benji lifted up but didn’t pull out. He was still hard because the cock ring was preventing him from going soft as quickly as usual. The skin of his cock was tingling and sensitive. The Rimmy was continuing to work its magic, making him twitch and shiver. He felt like a live wire.
He reached between them to jerk William’s dick, and William shouted. A spurt of pre-come dribbled down William’s cock, catching momentarily on his retracted foreskin before dripping onto his stomach and glossing his already sweat-slick skin. Benji could have watched that image on a loop for hours.
“Keep fucking me. Make me come,” William groaned. His voice wasn’t bossy or demanding but tortured. Tortured was beautiful on him. “Oh God.Benji. Make me come.”
Benji fisted William’s prick and thrust into him hard. William’s eyes rolled back. It only took a few slow strokes for William’s penis to throb in Benji’s hand and for spunk to jet out in perfect pulses all over William’s chest, neck, and holy hell, his chin.
Afterward, they stared at each other, perhaps both a little shocked. Then a laugh cracked through William. He touched his chin before looking at his sticky fingers. William laughed again and said, “What the fuck?”
Chapter Eleven
William had never shot like that. He could taste come on his lips.
He should get fucked more often. Damn. Maybe he’d add that to his list of dating criteria.
Must be open to fucking me.
Must have beautiful big blue eyes.
Must be named Benji freaking Holiday because wow.
Benji finally pulled out—he was still sporting a semi since sex toys were evidently magic—and went about removing all his implements and the condom. He seemed to be concentrating on it really hard, not even throwing a glance at William before hurrying off to the bathroom to clean up.
