Page 69 of Riding Pine
“Okay. Do you mind if we stop by my studio on the way home? I left my laptop there, and I need to adjust some classes tonight.”
“Of course.”
Our hands come together as we walk to my car, and Ben smiles up at me. “I will never get over how hot you look in a suit.”
Laughing, I kiss his hand. “You just like the ties. Admit it.”
“Well, duh. Of course I do.” He tosses his bag into the backseat before sliding into the passenger seat. “But you look more confident, if that makes sense. Like on the ice, you’re physically powerful in your uniform. Off the ice in a suit, you’re like…the whole deal. Brains and brawn. I like it.”
Pulling away from the parking lot, I glance over at Ben. “Sounds like you’ve put a lot of thought into this.”
“Not really. Just stating facts.”
The drive to his studio is short, and after parking next to the entrance, I exit the car along with him. He cocks his head as I round the front of the car.
“I just have to get my laptop.”
“I know.”
He unlocks the door and quickly disarms his alarm system before locking the door again behind us. Then I lower the shade on the door, and Ben’s eyes widen.
“Are you looking for a private show?” His fingers dance up my tie, and he tugs it, drawing me to his lips. “Taking a walk down memory lane, maybe?”
“I won’t deny that, since you mentioned stopping by here, I’ve been replaying some of our earlier…meetings.” My hands slide under his hoodie, and Ben shivers, pushing up against me.
“Don’t let me forget why I needed to come here when we leave,” he breathes.
“No promises,” I mutter against his neck as we walk backwards towards his studio.
It always amazes me how quickly we can get lost in each other. It’s like all time stops, and we’re sucked into an alternate reality. One where only the two of us exist, and the purpose is maximum pleasure 24/7.
Our hands work quickly, removing clothing and tossing it without a care. Ben is naked before I am, and he stops my hands at the top of my pants. “I have an idea.” His eyes search mine, and I nod my okay. If Ben has sexy ideas, I’ll never turn them down.
He tucks my underwear under my balls and positions my dress pants to hang slightly and remain on my hips.
“I think it’s sexy to want someone so much you can’t even finish undressing. Or you need it so bad you sneak into the private bathroom and barely have a hair out of place when you exit, but you just had your dick sucked so well you can’t remember your name.”
Ben sinks to his knees in front of me, and I look down at him. An angel at my feet, wanting to be dirty because he likes it just as much as I do.
His lips stretch around my dick, and… I’m a big guy. I know it’s hard to take me. Both men and women have had issues with it, but not Ben. He sucks my cock like it’s the easiest thing he’s ever done.
Maybe it is. He’s always surprising me.
He gags when I shift and hit the back of his throat, but he pushes forward, and if he swallows me any deeper, I worry he might physically damage his throat.
“You suck that dick like it was made for you, you know. You look amazing with your lips around me.” Smoothing a hand through his hair, he hums with content and moves a hand to his dick.
He’s into whatever fantasy he has in his mind. It’s not what I pictured when I joined him inside, but I’ll absolutely take it.
Even with tears welling in his eyes and a low, needy whine sounding deep in his throat, he blows me like it’s his fucking job. His breathing comes in fits around the slurps, and he coughs when he pops off my dick, saliva running down his chin, and his eyes wild. Before he can take me again, I grab his chin with my hand and force his head back.
“Breathe, gorgeous.”
He gulps and pants at my feet, still stroking his cock with one hand and holding mine in the other. His eyes are glassy, and he’s so lost in this…whatever this is, it’s like he’s left his body.
“Ben,” I murmur, and his eyes focus on me. “Make me come.”
He rises to his feet with the grace he always has. Kneeling, bending, or twisting in any kind of way never bothers him, and briefly, I wonder at what age that all stops? His lips find mine, and the thought vanishes because it won’t matter. I’ll take Ben any way he gives himself to me. Probably forever.
