Page 26 of Chasing Benedict
“Before I agree, I have conditions of my own.”
A flash of wariness lit in Ben’s eyes before he masked the reaction. “You are in no position to make demands.”
“Not demands,” Alex chided. “Requests I’d like you to consider. Firstly, we will leave London and spend at least a fortnight in Kent.”
Ben nodded. “I need a reprieve from London anyway. What else?”
“You must accompany me on one outing before we leave, to the establishment of my choosing.”
“Fine. Anything else?”
“No.”
“Good. Hands behind your back. Let’s see how well you obey.”
Alex almost protested, wanting his hands on Ben so badly it hurt. But, he had already pushed their negotiations far enough. Now he needed to play Ben’s game.
Clasping his hands behind his back, Alex stared expectantly at Ben, who was still lazily stroking himself. He seemed relaxed now, his position of control proving to be comfortable territory.
“Open your mouth,” he said, his voice heavy with command.
Alex couldn’t obey fast enough, eagerly leaning in to accept the offering of Ben’s cock. The tumescent head nudged against his lower lip, the salty taste of skin and semen teasing his palate. Alex flicked his tongue against it, noting how the muscles in Ben’s lower belly hardened and contracted in reaction. With a slow, controlled exhalation, Ben thrust his hips, slowly easing his way into Alex’s mouth. Alex closed his lips around Ben, his mouth stretched and filled. With his tongue, he caressed a bulging vein along the underside, detecting Ben’s throbbing pulse.
Ben’s fingers tangled in the hairs at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer and pushing his way deeper. A rough groan fell from his lips when his cock found the back of Alex’s throat. He withdrew, and Alex sucked, absorbing the taste of Ben and the scent of his musk. He clenched his hands together so hard his fingers ached, but couldn’t let go for fear he’d give in to the need to explore with his fingers. Alex wanted to wrap his hand around Ben’s cock and stroke, fondle his bollocks, ease a finger past them and toward the hidden pucker of his arse. Ben knew him too well not to know what he desired, and would surely enjoy denying him that.
Alex kept his eyes open and fixed on Ben, taking in every nuanced expression as the hardened veneer of indifference melted away. His lips softened and parted, his eyes hooded by the pale fringe of his lashes as he eased his cock in and out of Alex’s mouth. The room seemed charged with tangible energy, tension coiling between them like a spring. It increased as Ben tightened his grip on Alex’s hair, guiding his head downward with each surge of his hips, his strokes coming harder and faster. Alex gasped around Ben’s cock, accepting the deep invasion rather than fighting it, wanting to take as much of Ben as could fit. It seemed a near impossible feat, but that didn’t stop him from sucking and bobbing his head, opening himself to everything Ben had to give.
The telltale taste of Ben’s impending climax coated his tongue, and Alex intensified his efforts, sucking harder and faster, his face and neck flushing from the effort, his own cock pushing against his fall and begging for reciprocal stimulation. Even his own hand would do, bringing him off within seconds, but he kept both firmly behind his back. He would do nothing to prematurely end what surely must be the most transcendent moment of the past few years of his life. Nothing was certain, and the future could be affected by any number of variables, but none of that mattered right now. Being connected to Ben again, even amid so much turmoil, was the manifestation of countless sleepless nights and waking daydreams. It felt right and real and true.
Ben’s head fell against the back of his chair, hissing moans trapped behind clenched teeth as he gripped Alex’s head in both hands and thrust like a madman, chasing his finish. A string of profanities was the only warning Alex had before Ben’s cock shot streams of hot, salty seed into his mouth. Alex closed his eyes and took every drop, his scalp stinging from the tightness of Ben’s hold. Ben jerked and convulsed in the chair, thrusting through every second of his climax. Once fully spent, he released Alex and slumped, legs spread and shoulders relaxed.
Alex went back on his haunches, drinking in deep breaths and trying to will his stubborn erection away. The vindictive gleam in Ben’s eyes just before he had commanded Alex to his knees meant he wouldn’t be allowed his own pleasure just yet. That was fine by him for now; his mission had been accomplished. Ben would be solely his, and in the privacy of his estate, they could begin to mend what had been broken.
“I’d forgotten how good you are at that,” Ben said while putting his clothes to rights and then coming to his feet. “Twenty-five thousand pounds and the efforts of your skilled mouth … I do think I am receiving the better end of this bargain, Alex.”
Alex stood, wincing at the ache in his knees. “That’s the idea.”
Ben readjusted his chair, gripping its back as he observed Alex from the corner of his eye. “At least until you grow bored of the novelty of having me as your courtesan.”
I could never grow bored of you,Alex thought, still able to taste the remnants of Ben’s spend on his tongue.
“You mentioned something about a contract?” he asked aloud, keeping the thought to himself.
Ben lifted a decanter from one corner of his desk and poured himself a measure of brandy. “We usually have our clients agree to the terms on paper, but considering the danger of being caught, we will simply have to shake on it.”
Alex promptly extended his hand. “Very well. You can trust me to adhere to your terms.”
As he accepted the extended hand, Ben’s expression clearly said he didn’t trust Alex farther than he could throw him. However, they shook with a firm, decisive grasp—as if Alex hadn’t just swallowed the length of Ben’s cock.
Ben turned away and stalked to a nearby window, gazing out over the back courtyard as he sipped his brandy. Just to the right of the window, an aberration made itself apparent in the mahogany paneling of the wall. Alex frowned, drawing closer to study what turned out to be a circular hole. A smooth, shiny object appeared just beyond the scar ruining the precious wood, though for the life of him he couldn’t determine what it was.
“What happened here?” he asked.
Ben turned just as Alex pointed at the spot, his expression darkening like a thundercloud had passed over him. Turning back to the window, he tightened his jaw. “Nothing that need concern you. When do we leave for Kent?”
Alex blinked, stunned by what he had just witnessed. It was an odd reaction for a man to have concerning a hole in his wall, but he dared not press further. There were so many mysteries of Ben’s changed personality to untangle and absorb, and now Alex had plenty of time to do just that.
“Three days, if it suits you.”
