Page 6 of Riding Pine
“Sometimes I’m not at the top of my game. I have to be honest and say no.”
Grabbing his hand, I pull us out of line and towards my motel. My very cheap motel room. But it’s home for now, and Ben said he’s looking for a decent place of his own. I know he won’t judge.
He jogs along beside me, since my strides are so much bigger than his. He’s barely breaking a sweat and laughing.
“Why are you laughing?”
“I’ve never had a warm-up for sex before. I’m jogging to keep up with you. Can’t say I hate it, though. Extra cardio is good.”
He grins up at me again with that damn dimple, and I stop in my tracks with a loud laugh.
“You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met, Ben. Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“As sure as the sun rises every day. You’re hot, I’m horny, and we both need to pass the time. Seems like a good match to me.”
I huff a laugh as his blue eyes sparkle. Something tells me Ben is a firecracker, and maybe that’s what I need to shake me out of this funk.
“Well… I need to know one thing before I bring you inside.” I stop us just outside my door. The din of the TV in the next unit sounds, and a cool breeze flutters the wisps of hair at Ben’s neck. It’s a little long, but it suits him in a misleading cherub sort of way.
“Okay. What?”
“I need to know if your mouth tastes as good as the sass you throw around.”
His brows crinkle as we stand outside my motel room door. “Are you asking for permission to kiss me?”
I nod, and Ben’s eyes widen. So much so that he takes a step back and peers up at me.
“Sorry, I…” he shakes his head. “You have permission to do whatever you want with me. Anything.” He leans in close, and my back hits the door. “Kiss me anywhere, Lukas. I won’t mind at all.”
“Goddamn,” I breathe as his hand presses into my shirt, and I’m stuck in place, staring at this beautiful man who’s offering himself without a single caveat. Taking his face in my hands, I smash my lips to his, and it only takes seconds before he’s climbing my body and wrapping around me like a spider monkey.
“Open the door, Lukas,” he pants between kisses, and I’m honestly bewildered about how he’s hanging off me like this while I have one hand on his ass and the other in my pocket, fishing out my room key.
The door beeps, and I crank the handle, stumbling as I walk with Ben plastered to me, and throw the door closed behind us. It hits but doesn’t latch and hangs open.
Grumbling, I turn back to the door. “I’m not giving anyone a show in this building. Give me a sec.”
Ben responds by wrapping himself around me tighter, still kissing and sucking my neck while I struggle to close the door and latch the deadbolt with him glued to me.
“You’re super strong. It’s hot.” His breath tickles my ear. “You’re hot. I need you naked.”
“You’ll have to let go of me for that.”
He laughs, a slight blush on his neck.
“Sorry, I got carried away.”
“Get carried away again and take your clothes off.”
Ben freezes, and that wicked grin and dimple pop out again. “Sit. I’ll take them off for you.”
I plunk onto the edge of the bed as he asks. His hands are like fire on my skin as he slides them under my shirt and peels it off over my head. Next, he pops the button on my fly and unzips me, letting his fingers dust over my straining dick.
“Sit just like that,” he whispers in my ear. “Watch me.”
My throat clicks with a gulp as Ben steps back with a sway in his hips, and I register what he’s doing.
A strip tease.
