Page 48 of Need Him
The lines bracketing Gareth’s mouth and eyes tightened, and his breathing increased. He skated forward, towards the back of Ben’s throat. “Are you going to take my seed, Ben?”
Ben’s cock jerked again. He blinked up at him, unable to vocalise his “Hell, yes.” Gareth appeared to understand, though. He pulled back. “Deep breath.”
Ben inhaled, widening his mouth when Gareth slid home. Gareth paused deep inside Ben, and Ben could feel the twitch of Gareth’s cock as it readied for release. His air supply began dwindling, but Ben wouldn’t stop. He wanted everything Gareth would give him.
“Swallow,” Gareth growled.
Ben did, and Gareth groaned as his shaft pulsed its climax. Ben’s nails dug into Gareth’s thighs as he became lightheaded, feeling every beat of his heart loudly in his head as his air ran out. Suddenly, oxygen flooded his lungs, and he coughed, falling forward into Gareth’s arms.
“Good boy. You’re fucking perfect, didn’t I tell you? Perfect.”
Gareth held him tightly as awareness came back to him. He hadn’t completely blacked out, but he’d been close, and fuck, did he want to do it again. Dropping his head back, he stared up at Gareth, a small smile on his face.
“When can we do that again?” he whispered, his throat a little sore from misuse.
Gareth chuckled. “Soon.” He stood, helping Ben to his feet. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
His Daddy held him close as he washed him, even his cock, though it was perfunctory cleaning rather than sexy. Ben pouted, but Gareth just grinned and shook his head. Gareth switched off the showerhead, guiding Ben to climb out of the bathtub and dried him off before doing the same for himself.
“Now, Mr I-aim-to-misbehave,” Gareth said once they were in the bedroom. Ben settled on the bed with the towel around his waist. “You are not allowed to touch yourself while I’m at work.”
Ben gaped. “What? You worked me up in there! I’m hard as a rock!”
Gareth raised his eyebrows. “And who started it all?” Ben glared at him but said nothing. “Exactly. Your punishment is to wait until I say you can come. That could be later tonight. It could be tomorrow morning. It could be tomorrow night. But you will do as I said. Understood?”
Ben worked his jaw while he stared at the person who was supposed to be looking after him. He wouldn’t call leaving him with an aching erection looking after him. He reluctantly agreed, not at all sure if he could do what Gareth asked. It was a long time to go without coming, especially when he was ready to blow already.
Ben ogled him as Gareth dressed in his work uniform. He made no moves to get dressed himself. Instead, he lay back on the bed, letting his towel fall open, as Gareth headed for the door.
“Daddy?” Ben said.
Gareth paused, glancing over his shoulder. “Yes, sweetheart?”
“If I promise not to come into work early tomorrow, will you come back and fuck me beforehand?” Ben bit his lip.
“It depends if you keep your promise tonight.” Gareth pivoted and strode towards him, bracing himself over him when he reached the bed. “Be a good boy for your Daddy, and you might get a reward.”
Gareth closed the distance between them and kissed him. Taking no prisoners as he devoured him. When he pulled back, Ben panted, even more aroused than he had been.
“Now, be good for Daddy. I’ll see you in the morning.”
He dropped a single peck and left, closing the bedroom door behind him. Ben stared at the ceiling, his mind foggy with lust. There was no way he would be able to last all night without wrapping his hand around his cock and sending his body into the stratosphere. No way.
He licked his lips and glared at his purple, straining cock. No way, but he would try.
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As the clock neared midnight, Ben gave up all pretence of ignoring his dick. He’d long ago given up wearing underwear because every slight shift sent desire coursing through him, and he’d removed them, hoping that leaving it free would help it calm the fuck down.
It hadn’t.
Every hour Gareth stayed away weakened his order’s power over Ben, and as the grandfather clock in the hallway chimed the middle of the night, Ben couldn’t take it any longer.
He’d been sitting on the sofa, trying to watch a film, but he had no idea what was going on. Switching everything off, he ran up the stairs to the bedroom and lay on his back on the bed. He hadn’t plucked up the courage to touch himself yet, but he closed his eyes and thought of all the different scenarios that could take him where he needed to go. Gareth wouldn’t know. He was at work, and Ben would clean anything up that needed it before he got back.
When he still couldn’t take hold of himself, he groaned and rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillow and muffling his scream of frustration. As he did, his cock rubbed against the sheets, and his scream rolled into a moan. He paused, lifting his head and considering his options. Technically, he wasn’t touching himself if he rutted against the sheets.
He experimentally thrust his hips, eyes rolling into the back of his head when his arousal rose. He’d never humped something to completion before, and the idea turned him on even more. Happy to have found a loophole, he braced on his elbows and lifted his hips a little, allowing the head of his cock to brush against the sheets. It wasn’t as electric as if someone’s hand or mouth was surrounding it, but it felt amazing, nonetheless.
