Page 83 of Riding Pine
Hell if I know if it’s a latent fantasy or simply Ben.
Ben swallows hard as I gently push on his back until his chest rests on the washing machine. His ass, still exposed with his briefs only partially down his legs, waits. He grips the sides of the washing machine when I rub lube in his crack and releases a shaky breath.
“Holy fuck, Lukas, this is…” I kick his feet apart as far as they can go with his underwear at his thighs and fuck him slowly with my fingers as I lean over his back and whisper in his ear.
“It’s what you do to me, Ben. I can’t help it.” He groans when I step up and replace my fingers with my cockhead and push myself in. My palm rubs his back as I give him time to adjust.
“Don’t get all sweet on me right now.” He laughs and then groans when I snap my hips. “We have a lunch date, so don’t take—”
“Hang on then.”
Skin slaps as the dryer still hums along next to us, and the scent of spring breeze fabric softener mingles with sex. I don’t know whythis has me in such a frenzy, but it does. The need to come with Ben is almost visceral. Maybe it’s the fabric softener.
“I need to…spread wider…Lukas.” Ben’s hand pushes on me to stop.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just let me….” He shucks off his underwear, and he turns to face me with the sly smile that I now know means all the best trouble is coming my way. He hops up onto the edge of the washing machine, leans back on his arms and raises his legs out horizontally in the splits.
“God, I love yoga,” I breathe as I support his ass and move him closer to the edge.
His head falls back when I bury myself in him again. “I apparently love sex on a washing machine,” he quips as he lets his head hang back. His throat is bared, and again, I’m stuck on how easy Ben makes everything. Even sex on a washing machine.
His cock leaks like a damn tap, and neither of us can give it the attention it deserves. Drinking him in spread out like this, literally, pushes the feral beast in me forward, and I’m pulling him onto me more than I’m pounding into him. Ben has this blissed-out grin on his face. I know he’s loving it, and without warning, I’m coming so hard my vision swims.
“Fuck, Ben…” I don’t wait until I’m finished and pull out, emptying the rest of my orgasm on Ben as I try to balance him with one hand and jerk him off with the other.
“Yes…fuck, yes. Just like that,” he moans before he unloads in my fist.
Ben is a mess. He’s covered in cum with his legs still splayed open in the splits. My cum and remnants of lube coat his ass cheeks andthighs. Damn, I didn’t think I had that much left in the tank. Ben smiles a sex-drunk smile and lowers his legs.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby. C’mere.”
“I think you fucked my brains out,” he murmurs as he brings his shaky legs around my waist, and I scoop him into my arms. He wraps his arms around my neck and rests his head on my shoulder as I carry him to the bathroom.
“I hope not. I love your brain just as much as the rest of you. Was that too much?”
I set him on the counter and turn the shower on to warm up, before sliding a hand on his neck.
“Nope.” He smiles. “Unexpected, but not too much. I know you’d never do anything I don’t want, Lukas. But whatever that was…fuck yeah, we can do it again.” He stretches out his back in a cat-like arch and shakes out his arms. “Although a full-size washer might be easier.”
“I bet it’s better if the washing machine is actually running.”
“Probably.”
I drop a kiss on his forehead. “Let’s get cleaned up. If we hurry, we can still be there on time.”
Ben loops his arms around my neck with a soft smile. “I never want to hurry with you. I never thought I’d have something like this with someone. Every minute is precious, so let’s just live like that. One minute, one hour, and one day at a time. No rushing.”
“I like the sound of that.”
Epilogue
Ben
Two Years Later
“That’s great, Lexi! Point your toes!”
