Page 39 of Chasing Benedict
“I rather thoughtIwould be the one buggeringyou, and if you want that, you’ll do as you’re told.”
Alex bit back a litany of curses and insults, knowing Ben’s threat wasn’t idle. If Ben stopped now, Alex was certain he would die.
He winced at the addition of a second finger, the burning sensation heightening. Still, his arousal lost none of its urgency, pulsing and swelling with need. Alex widened his legs as far as the tub allowed and raised his hips, urging Ben on. Curling his fingers in a come-hither motion, Ben found the nub of flesh within Alex that made his toes curl and his insides wind taut.
“Ben,” he rasped, drowning in sensations. “God …”
“You’re almost ready for the plug, I think,” Ben replied, his own voice thick and heavy with lust. “Can you take more?”
No, he wanted to say. No, he couldn’t possibly take more without being torn in two. But then, Ben’s cock was significantly larger than two fingers. Alex would have to grit his teeth and bear this, knowing that the payoff in the end would be well worth it.
“Yes,” he ground out. “Keep going.”
Ben made a low sound of approval, continuing in his teasing ministrations. He added more oil as he worked his fingers in and out of Alex while seeming to determine the right time to stretch him further. Alex swallowed a yelp of agony when the third finger intruded, but Ben’s skilled strokes soon overtook the pain. The tension in Alex’s back eased, and he pushed back against Ben’s fingers. His hands itched to take hold of his cock, but Alex knew better than to test Ben’s threat.
The torment seemed to go on forever, but before long, Ben abruptly eased his fingers free and nudged the tip of the oil-soaked plug against him. Alex followed Ben’s lead, slowly pushing back to take in the plug. He held his breath as the widest part of it passed through the tight ring of his anus, then issued it on a sigh of relief as the rest of it swiftly followed. The throb of invasion dulled as the sensation of overwhelming fullness replaced it. Ben was gone when Alex gingerly knelt up and turned—looming over the washstand and cleaning his hands.
“Take your time coming to bed,” Ben said while drying with fresh linen. “Slow steps.”
Alex could offer no response, too busy maneuvering himself in the tub to finish washing while trying to ignore the plug taking up place inside him. Despite Ben’s directive to take his time, Alex hurried through his ablutions, eager to get on with it.
As a force of habit, he donned a dressing gown on his way to the bedroom, loosely tying it about his waist. The plug shifted and pressed against his inner walls with every step he took, and the abrasion of the fabric against his bare skin sent shivers racing through him.
Ben was seated on the edge of the bed watching Alex, amusement twinkling in his eyes like chips of sapphire. “Ever fashionable, even in the bedroom, eh?”
Alex ran a hand over the silken gold lapel of his robe and smirked. “I cannot seem to help myself.”
Ben slowly came to his feet, his hands drawing Alex’s eye as he began to disrobe. Alex followed those big, powerful hands as they tugged his shirt free and eased it upward, slowly revealing the whorls of hair spread over that hard, muscle-packed torso. The swells of his chest bunched and stretched as he lowered his arms and worked at his trouser buttons—his intimidating cock already showing against the fabric in a swollen outline. Alex watched with parted lips as the trousers fell away, giving him his first glimpse of Ben entirely naked in over three years.
He was more magnificent than ever, etched with grooves and sinews like a Greek statue. Of course, his prick was more impressive than those found in a museum, heavy and long and adorned with thick veins. It took everything Alex had not to drop to his knees then and there, taking that mouthwatering length to the back of his throat.
Instead, he stood completely still and let Ben come to him, his heart beating against his ribs. Ben circled behind Alex, hands wrapping around his waist to tug at the belt of the dressing gown. The robe slid off his shoulders and fell at his feet, allowing Ben’s cockstand to nudge against the back of his thigh. Alex closed his eyes and eased into Ben’s hold, absorbing every touch and allowing his faint memories to tangle with the present. Ben’s hands skimmed up his belly and over the muscles of his chest, thumbs and forefingers tugging at his nipples. Alex groaned, swaying back into Ben’s sturdy body, one hand coming up to cup his nape.
Ben nuzzled his neck, lazy flicks of his tongue and presses of his lips sending a tingle down Alex’s spine. Ben flexed his hips, nudging his cock at the cleft between Alex’s legs, teasing what was soon to come. Alex shuddered and tightened his hold on Ben, waiting for the traveling hands to find their way where he wanted them most. As if he’d read Alex’s mind, Ben let one hand drift downward. His fingers combed through the hairs at Alex’s groin, then circled the base of his cock.
Alex cried out when Ben gave his cock a long, firm stroke, his arse clenching around the plug. He threaded his fingers through the damp hair at Ben’s nape, holding him tight. Ben nibbled and bit along Alex’s shoulder while steadily working his cock.
Certain he wouldn’t be able to stay on his feet much longer, Alex placed a hand over Ben’s, stilling it.
“I can’t wait,” he panted, already on the edge of a climax. “I want you now.”
“Be patient,” Ben warned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t care. Fuck me, Ben.”
Apparently, it was all Ben needed to hear, because at that moment he propelled Alex to the bed. Alex went up onto the mattress, pulling a pillow toward himself and laying over it, hips up and head down. Ben followed, using a knee to nudged Alex’s legs farther apart, then positioning himself so that their thighs fit together.
“Are you sure?” Ben asked. “You can just wear the plug for tonight, and we can—”
“For Christ’s sake, I’m not some frightened virgin!” Alex snapped, his arousal giving way to agitation the longer he was made to wait. “It’s been years. I don’t intend to wait another moment. I’ll be fine.”
Ben said nothing in response, but he did begin to slowly pull the plug free of Alex’s arse. Alex clung to his cushion, biting his lip as the hard metal stretched him again before falling free. Then, he felt the cool trickle of more oil, followed by the press of Ben’s cockhead.
Panic came over Alex as he’d vastly underestimated the sheer size of Ben compared to his back passage, but he took deep, slow breaths and reminded himself that they’d done this many times before. Ben held fast to his hips, his breaths harsh as he slowly began easing into Alex. The sharp sting and flare of heat stole Alex’s breath as Ben’s wide head pushed through, nearly the size of the largest part of the plug. Alex clenched his jaw, pushing back on the thick length demanding invasion into his body.
“Holy Christ,” Ben gasped as he nudged his way in deeper. “Fuck …fuck!’
Alex might have echoed those sentiments if he hadn’t been robbed of speech as well as breath. He was on fire, the pain of being invaded mingling with a distant pleasure, and the realization that this was finally happening. Ben was here, inside him, close enough to smell and touch and feel. Alex nearly wept from the poignant intensity of the moment, one he had feared might never come.
