Page 56 of Need Him
“Yes, but no touching other than to wash.”
Ben glared at him but said nothing, standing stiffly while Gareth carefully unlocked the cage. “Thanks,” Ben gritted out, stalking towards the bathroom.
Gareth watched after him, frowning. Had someone said something to him? It certainly seemed possible with the change of behaviour from this morning. He gave Ben some time to decompress in the shower, jogging down the stairs to switch off the oven, then returning and grabbing a few things he would need for when Ben came out. When the man finally emerged, he had a towel around his hips and a scowl on his face. He paused when he saw Gareth but continued towards the bag containing his clothes.
“Come get on the bed, sweetheart.” Gareth purposefully made it an order, not a question.
Ben hesitated before rising to his full height and staring at Gareth. “Why?”
“Does it matter?” Gareth tilted his head.
Ben glared at him, but the tears pooling in his eyes ruined the angry look he had been going for. He strode over to the bed and climbed on, laying stiff as a board.
“Roll onto your stomach and get rid of the towel.”
Ben huffed but obeyed, and Gareth rose to his knees beside him. He grabbed a bottle and tipped some liquid into his hands, rubbing to spread it around. When he was happy, he placed his hands on Ben’s shoulders and massaged him. Ben’s muscles were so tight that Gareth didn’t think they would ever relax again, but eventually, Ben’s shoulders moved away from his ears, and his body sank into the bed.
Gareth continued massaging the oil into Ben’s back and sides, his ass cheeks, his thighs, his calves and, finally, his feet, where he found the man was ticklish. He helped Ben roll onto his back, so Gareth could continue on his front, avoiding the area that was severely aroused. He wasn’t sure if Ben had fallen asleep, but he finished and moved between his legs. Ben’s cock was standing proud, and Gareth fed the head into his mouth, closing his eyes as Ben’s flavour burst over his tongue. Gareth had been spoilt over the last couple of days because he’d mostly had Ben to himself, and he missed having easy access to him, but tonight wasn’t for sating Gareth’s need—at least, not that one—it was for seeing how far Gareth could push Ben before he had no choice but to orgasm. Tonight was for Ben’s first proper taste of edging.
Ben’s hips lifted when Gareth’s mouth left his cock, and a mewl of dissent left his lips. Gareth pushed against his hips until Ben rested them on the bed again. He rubbed his hands in circles over Ben’s skin, similar to the massage but not as firm. When he reached Ben’s nipples, he feathered his fingertips over the protruding tips and lowered his head again.
This time, he tongued the veins running up Ben’s shaft, finding the places that made him twitch and spending time on those areas, especially the bundle of nerves on the underside beneath the head. Every man knew this area was sensitive and could elevate arousal and even make a man climax if it was played with enough. With this in mind, Gareth kept one hand on one nipple, strumming away, his tongue flicking at the nerves, and his other hand, he moved to Ben’s balls.
“Fuck,” Ben breathed, his eyelids fluttering closed and his back arching.
Gareth could see the wave of goosebumps as it coasted across Ben’s skin, a ripple of small bumps and raised hair with a mind of its own. He rolled Ben’s sac between his fingers, tugging gently and pressing against his taint while his mouth took the head of his cock into his mouth and sucked.
Ben’s feet slid against the covers as he tried to get traction to thrust his hips. “Please!”
Gareth ignored him and slid his hand to the opposite nipple, continuing his ministrations. The hand holding his balls slid further back, teasing the path to his entrance. His fingers were still slippery from the oil, and he massaged around his pucker, eliciting incoherent mumbling from Ben. He glanced up the sweat-slicked abs to the heaving chest and to his face. Ben’s mouth was open as he panted, and Gareth could see his hands clenched in the covers.
Gareth pressed harder against Ben’s hole, gaining entry, and Ben’s cock jerked, leaking precome. He lowered his head, taking more of Ben’s shaft into his mouth while his finger slid deeper inside his channel. Moans filtered through the air, and Gareth pumped his finger in and out, causing more fluid to escape Ben’s tip.
“Daddy!” Gareth lifted off and removed both his hands, letting the climax recede. “No!” Gareth’s mouth curled at the fire burning in Ben’s eyes. Ben’s hand lifted, but Gareth grabbed it and stopped it from wrapping around his cock.
Gareth shook his head. “No. Hands above your head.”
“Please?” Tears filled Ben’s eyes.
“Not yet. You have to earn it.” Gareth tilted his head, staring at him until he reached above him, gripping the headboard. “Good boy.”
Gareth’s hand encircled Ben’s cock, and a sigh that sounded very much like relief left his boy. He slowly stroked him and, with his other hand, opened the bottle of oil, tipping some onto his palm. He closed his fist, spreading the oil around his fingers, and closed the bottle. His oiled hand pushed Ben’s legs apart, exposing his ass.
“You’re bloody perfect,” he murmured, pressing one finger against his hole. It slid in easily, and he followed it with a second. He continued stroking both his cock and his ass while watching Ben for signs he was getting close. Crooking the fingers inside him, he searched for that certain spot destined to send his arousal higher.
“Fuck!” Ben shouted, slamming his head into the pillow and hissing out a breath. “Oh, please! Fucking please!”
Gareth continued, studying him, finding his weaknesses, testing his resolve. When Ben panted, Gareth slowed the movement on his cock and released his prostate but kept up the thrusting. He scissored his fingers, stretching his channel, and added a third finger. The tension in Ben’s body had lowered, and Gareth increased his speed once more. He also added a twist of his wrist when he reached the nerves, rubbing over them and undoubtedly sending sparks through Ben’s groin.
Inside him, Gareth curved his fingers again, caressing his prostate, and sent Ben higher, faster. Ben’s keening cry alerted him to the impending orgasm, and Gareth gripped the back of his cock and froze.
“NO!” Ben’s head thrashed on the pillow, trying to thrust his hips and reach for the release Gareth denied him. Sweat dripped off Ben’s trembling body and soaked into the covers. Gareth mapped every inch of him, locking away the images for future needs.
When he was sure Ben wouldn’t climax, he let go and climbed off the bed. He glanced at the clock, noting he had plenty of time, and undressed, crawling back into place when he was naked. His cock was hard and red, and he picked up a condom he’d thrown on the covers with the bottle and rolled it down his length. He slicked himself with lube and settled between Ben’s thighs. Holding his cock at Ben’s entrance, he smiled up at his boy.
“Ready?”
“Are you going to let me come?” Ben hissed.
