Page 35 of Need Him
“Oh, god, please!” he whispered.
Ben’s hands were still above his head, but they were clenched in the pillow with his arms cradling his head. A slight sheen of sweat was visible on his forehead, and his lower lip was red and swollen. Gareth reached for the bruised lip, brushing his finger gently across it.
“Stop hurting yourself,” he murmured, eyes fixed on the puffy area until Ben licked his lips, catching the tip of Gareth’s finger. Gareth stared at his boy, eyes narrowing when he glanced to the side and back again. Gareth tilted his head, wondering what the movement was about. He followed Ben’s gaze and cursed. He rose, swiped his slicked hands on the covers and grabbed Ben’s arm. On his biceps, there was a perfect outline of teeth marks depressed into the skin, the blush of the blood beneath having risen to the surface but not broken through.
“Why did you do that?” he asked as he climbed off the bed and strode for the bathroom. He ran the cold tap and wet a flannel, wringing it out, and brought it back to the bed. Returning to his position, he lay Ben’s arm out to the side and applied the flannel to the area. He held it gently against the skin and stared at Ben. “Why?”
Tears glistened in Ben’s eyes, and his nose wrinkled. “I…” He inhaled and swallowed, dropping his gaze.
Gareth covered Ben’s body with his own, hoping their physical closeness would help centre him. “You can tell me anything, Ben. Anything.”
Ben cleared his throat. “I didn’t want to make too much noise. I’m used to hiding what I’m doing from my parents in case they enter my room without knocking. You were so good, and I could barely keep it in. It was the only way I could think of.”
A swell of anger grew in the pit of his stomach, and not for the first time, he wished he could have words with Ben’s parents.
“Oh, sweetheart.” Gareth kissed him. “You don’t ever have to keep quiet with me. Here, you’re safe. We’ll discuss the other part of that at a later time, but while you’re here, you have nothing to worry about. Be as loud or quiet as you want to be, but don’t hide from me, and certainly don’t hurt yourself.” Gareth winked. “That’s my job.”
Gareth kissed him again, soft and slow, and lifted his head to check the injury. It was red and inflamed but would be fine in a few days. He flipped the flannel over to the cooler side and glanced at Ben again.
“You’re going to keep this arm like this while I finish what I started. The flannel needs to stay on, and if you move, it’ll fall off. Do you think you can do that?”
“I don’t know,” Ben admitted.
“It’s what I’m asking you to do, and you need to do your best, okay?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Gareth rewarded him with another soft kiss before moving down his body and resuming his position at Ben’s cock. “This is going to be good.” He grinned and lowered his head.
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Chapter 14
Ben
Ben couldn’t contain his gasp when an electric current shot through him. His reward was an increase in suction, and despite wanting to close his eyes and revel in the sensation of it, he kept his eyes on the spectacle in front of him. A questing finger rubbed against his pucker, and he instinctively clenched. The simple act of massaging his ass relaxed him, and Gareth’s fingertip slid inside with barely a hesitation. It might have had something to do with Gareth thrumming his tongue against his nerve endings at the same time. Ben’s head spun, and this time, he had to close his eyes.
He’d never had this. Anyone he’d slept with before—which were few and far between—had been perfunctory and quick. This…attention to detail never happened. It could get highly addictive.
Ben moved his arm to grip the covers, but the flannel reminded him of Gareth’s order. He snapped his eyes open, checked the flannel was still in place and glanced at Gareth, whose eyes were already on his, crinkled at the edges as if he knew what had almost happened. Ben’s cheeks heated, and he chewed on his bottom lip again before Gareth narrowed his eyes, and Ben let it go again. That would take some remembering. He wasn’t used to looking after himself in that way.
A particularly strong suck had his attention zeroing in on his groin, and he pushed his head back into the pillow. A second finger joined the first—at least he thought it was a second, it could be a third as out of his head as he had been—and he exhaled at the feeling of being full. He knew he would stretch further once Gareth himself slid inside, but it still felt amazing.
The thrust of Gareth’s fingers intensified, and Ben’s breathing increased. He swam towards release at a leisurely pace, but he could sense its impending arrival.
“Gar…Daddy?” He met Gareth’s gaze, the raised eyebrows acknowledging he heard. “It’s coming.I’mgoing to come soon.”
Gareth sucked harder, swirling his tongue around and around. The sensations grew, and Ben rocked his head on the pillow, wanting to push it back. He didn’t want it to end so soon. He wanted more of this. He wanted Gareth inside him when he came.
Ben realised what he had to do and swallowed hard before lifting his arm, the flannel dropping to the bed, all the while watching Gareth’s face. Gareth narrowed his eyes…and lifted his head, pulling his fingers free. Ben’s stomach clenched at the glint in Gareth’s eyes and the empty sensation in his ass. His impending climax released him from its hold, but the humming heat in his groin remained.
“Hmm. Now, why did you do that, I wonder?” Gareth said, his voice gravelly and deep. “Is there something you want to tell me, Ben?” he asked, resting back on his knees, his cock pointing towards his stomach, hard and wanting.
Ben licked his lips, staring at it and wishing he could have it in his mouth.
“Ben?”
He flicked his gaze back to Gareth, the man’s eyebrows raised in question. “I…uh, I don’t want to come yet.”
