Page 58 of Chasing Benedict
“Not yet.”
“Yes. Now.”
Alex paused, giving Ben a quelling look. “Impatience will make this harder.”
“If I were any harder, I’d explode.”
Alex wanted to laugh, but the urgency of Ben’s need only increased his own.
He oiled his cock and added more to Ben’s pucker, nudging his legs wider. Ben obliged, using one foot to nudge Alex closer. Alex braced himself over Ben, trembling from the intensity he found in those fiery blue eyes. Ben barely blinked, watching Alex with heated anticipation and naked desire.
Alex nudged against Ben’s opening, easing his head through and pausing. Ben had tensed, but quickly relaxed, allowing Alex to raise a leg and take it over his shoulder. Ben took hold of his own cock, grunting and groaning while Alex worked his way deeper in careful thrusts. His head spun from the pleasure, the tight grip and heat surrounding him.
Ben gripped the back of his neck, holding tight as Alex withdrew and pressed further in, their foreheads coming together. He nuzzled Ben’s nose with his and smiled, and was rewarded with a fiery kiss. Ben’s other hand gripped his buttocks, pulling Alex closer while consuming his lips. Alex gained the last few inches with a final thrust, he and Benedict moaning as they came together, connected by more than the physical.
Alex could hardly breathe through the sensations of being so close to Benedict, being inside him, lying face to face in the bright light of day. Alex rocked into him, joining his hands with Ben’s to help pump his cock.
“Alex,” Ben rasped. “God … Alex, yes.”
“Ben,” Alex whispered in return. “I missed you. I missed you so much.”
Ben responded with a guttural moan, his hand urging Alex’s faster on his cock. His breaths quickened and became harsh, his arse clenching around Alex’s prick as the telltale signs of an impending climax showed on his face. Alex thrust faster, his own finish looming near. Ben clenched his teeth around a roar as his cock jerked and spilled, streams of mettle coating his belly. His hand fell away as he took Alex’s frenzied thrusts, writhing and moaning through his climax. Alex never let up, pumping Ben through his climax, then collapsing atop him as his own tore through him with toe-curling force.
They lay together in the aftermath, limbs entangled, lips nuzzling along bared skin. Eventually, Alex disentangled himself and staggered to the washroom. Soaking two linens and lathering them with soap, he used one on himself, then offered the other to Ben—who had yet to move a muscle. Ben fumbled with the linen, his eyes drooping with fatigue.
“How do you feel?” Alex asked.
Ben snorted and peered at him from beneath his lashes. “Fine. Wondering why I made you wait so long. Christ, that was perfect. I’d forgotten.”
“I know the feeling.”
Ben offered no reply, for he had dozed off, the linen discarded at his side. Alex retrieved and did away with it, as well as his own. He had turned down the counterpane before climbing into bed, and was now able to pull it up to Ben’s chest. He was far too restless to sleep now, and had plans to make. Nick was scheduled to leave in the morning and would carry his letters to London for Aubrey and Millicent. His invitations would land in the right hands within the week.
Everything was coming together just as he’d hoped, and Alex looked forward to watching it all unfold.
He took another lingering look at Ben, so charming in his sleep. Alex could see the boy he had befriended, the young man he had loved so dearly, and it made his heart blossom with a pleasant and poignant ache.
Running his fingers through the tousled blond hair, Alex murmured, “I love you, Ben. I always will.”
Ben, issuing a sigh and rolling onto his side mumbled a startling response. “I love you too, Alex.”
CHAPTER 12
“This author has received a most coveted invitation for a dinner party in the home of the Earl of V. Rumor has it, the loftiest of peers are to be in attendance—making this event one of the most exclusive of the year thus far. This author cannot wait to report to you the goings on of the occasion.”
-The London Gossip,15 January 1820
Benedict stared at Alex’s back as he was led up the staircase to the third floor. He had made an offhand comment over dinner that despite Alex’s claim of a renovation, there were no sounds of work being done, no workmen coming or going. Alex had been elusive in his response, but promised to show him after their meal.
“The renovation was lie, then?” Benedict asked as they walked the darkened corridor, Alex’s lamp shining on pristine floors and charming wainscoting.
“Forgive me,” Alex replied. “I needed you to stay downstairs until I could show you. If it makes you feel any better, this floor was renovated earlier this year.”
“Noted,” Benedict said grudgingly. “As you said, this is the last secret you have to share. I don’t fault you for lying to protect it.”
Alex paused near a door, his expression somber as he faced Benedict. “I think you should reserve that judgment until I explain.”
Benedict frowned. “Explain what? What are you hiding in here—a dead body? A trove of pirate treasure? A man you want to share with me?”
