Page 36 of Need Him
Gareth crossed his arms over his chest. “Why do you think that isyourchoice?”
Ben’s stomach churned, and his mouth went dry. “I…” His vision went blurry, and he cursed his body’s reaction to feeling overwhelmed. He wiped the tears away and said, “It’s my body.”
Gareth rubbed his chin. “You’re right. It is. But you’re my boy, and that means you follow my rules.”
“You said we needed to discuss these things first,” Ben said, lifting his chin slightly.
“We definitely do, but you’re the one who brought it up. I was looking after you by asking you to keep the flannel on your arm. I didn’t want it to hurt more than necessary. You agreed. That, to me, means we have an accord.”
Ben blinked. Damn him. He was right. He closed his eyes and sighed. “I’m sorry. I wanted you to be inside me when we came, but it’s not my choice, especially when I agreed to keep my arms where they were.” He exhaled again. “I’m struggling to let go.”
“I know, sweetheart. You need to trust me. In here.” Gareth patted Ben’s chest. “I know you want to, but you’re just not quite there yet. And that’s fine. I’ll show you every single time until you believe it.”
This time, he didn’t wipe away the tears; he let them fall, staring at the ceiling so as not to see the disappointment he knew must show on Gareth’s face.
“I’m sorry.”
Gareth covered his body, cradling his head. “You don’t need to be sorry. I thought it would be better if we figured out how we would do things as they cropped up, but maybe we should pause things and talk everything through first. What do you think?”
Ben shook his head. “Too much information at once will make me panic because I won’t be able to get it all right at the same time—perfectionist that I am. Little and often works better. Iknowthis, yet I’m still struggling.” He stared at Gareth, cupping his face. “I hate disappointing you.”
Gareth smiled. “I’m not disappointed. As far as I’m concerned, this is how we work. You push; I push back. It’s a balance. This isn’t supposed to be something that worries you. It should be natural. Be who you are, and nothing can go wrong between us.”
“Yes, it can. I’ve ruined this.” He waved his hand between them.
Gareth kissed him. “No, you haven’t. Delayed it, maybe, but not ruined it.” He canted his hips, pressing his still hard cock into Ben’s groin. “See.”
Ben’s eyelids fluttered as heat bloomed. “Yes.” He slid his arms around Gareth’s neck. “Can we carry on?” He licked his lips.
Gareth grinned. “It would be a shame to waste that lube.”
Ben laughed, the tension flowing from his body now he knew Gareth wasn’t upset with him.
Gareth kissed him, slow and gentle but gaining momentum. Deeper, harder, faster. Ben’s head spun, and he held on while Gareth showed him how much he cared. He could feel it. The way Gareth held him. The way he focused on him. The way he looked at him. Nothing had felt better, and Ben needed to remember this. Otherwise, he might lose it all.
When Gareth moved down his body once more, Ben sighed and laid his hands above his head as per Gareth’s earlier instructions. He would try to keep them there, and this time, he wouldn’t mask his noises. That was something he could give Gareth.
His cock plunged into something warm and wet, and Ben closed his eyes as his cock rose to fully erect in less than ten seconds. A click of the tube lid reached his ears, and he stared down his body at Gareth. As if he’d been waiting for that exact thing, Gareth smiled as best he could with his mouth full of Ben’s dick and pushed a finger inside him.
“Hell, yes!” Ben moved his hips, trying to entice Gareth to go further. “Please, Daddy!”
Gareth ignored him and took his time, stretching him again. When Ben was almost delirious, his mouth babbling nonsense continuously, Gareth pulled from his cock and rose above him. He tore the condom packet with his teeth, rolling it down his length, and Ben vowed, once again, that he would have that shaft in his mouth as soon as possible.
“Slowly does it. I refuse to hurt you.” Gareth stared at Ben until he nodded. Bracketing Ben with his forearms, he moved his hips, the head of his cock nudging against his entrance. Ben widened his legs, and Gareth pushed, slowly breaching the ring.
Ben panted, his hands fisting in the pillow. “Please, Daddy. Can I touch you? Please?”
“Yes.”
Ben reached down and touched the heat of Gareth’s back. He wrapped his legs around Gareth’s waist and felt something inside him settle. He crossed his ankles, securing himself around his Daddy, as Gareth sank deep. When he was as deep as he could go, Ben lifted his head and kissed him, loving the feel of him inside him, filling him, heating him from the inside out.
“Good boy. You’ve taken me well.” Gareth nudged his hips again. “Are you ready for me?”
Ben sighed. “Always, Daddy.”
“Hold on.” Ben tightened his hold, and Gareth chuckled. “You have to let me move, though.”
Ben’s cheeks heated, and he loosened his hold a little. “Sorry.”
