Ben let his fingertips ghost the length. The silken skin burned under his touch. Closer, the heat pressed against the curve of his fingers then his palm.
“And now?”
Ben shook his head.
“Tell me.”
He didn’t want to, but he couldn’t stop himself. “His pulse, the skin is soft.”
“What do you smell?”
Ben inhaled.
“Him. Sex. The soap he uses.”
“Now stroke him.”
Ben did, stroking from base to tip, collecting the precum leaking from the slit to ease the friction. Jacob rose up on his knees, arching his back. Shivers racked his body.
Tears broke from the corners of Jacob’s eyes.
He rocked, his form fluid, his movements a dance of ecstasy. He parted his lips and his breath huffed out.
Ben moved his hand faster. Jacob’s cock thickened in Ben’s grip.
Jacob cried out, and ropes of cum shot across the floor while he twisted and thrashed.
Ben slowed his movements.
“Do not stop.” This time there was the swish of fabric when Marcel moved. Ben had the strangest feeling it wasn’t by accident. “Stroke him, Ben.”
Jacob widened his eyes.
“No matter how hard he begs, keep stroking him.”
Jacob’s exhale sputtered. Ben loosened his grip.
“I do not tell you anything you do not want to do.”
Marcel was right, Ben didn’t want to stop. He wanted to force another orgasm from Jacob just so he could watch how his face twisted, how his body hungered, how he fucking begged with just a look.
Ben tightened his grip and jacked Jacob again.
“Over the head. It will be sensitive.”
Yeah, Ben knew. He concentrated on the end. Jacob’s softening cock hardened. Despite the tears, despite his shivers, his broken exhales, the apprehension turned into desperation.
Ben rocked forward, grabbing Jacob’s head and smashing their mouths together. He had no idea if Marcel commanded him to or if he did it because he could.
Jacob wrapped his arms around Ben. Their tongues warred, their teeth scraped together. Jacob fell back, and Ben followed him to the floor. Ben squeezed Jacob’s cock tighter, and Jacob responded by yelling against his lips. The momentary pause gave way to a feral cry. Jacob attacked Ben’s mouth, shoving his tongue deep. All Ben could do was submit.
Jacob tore his mouth away and bowed off the floor. Another flow of cum coated Ben’s hand. Hot, wet, sticky, smelling of bitter musk.
Ben let go. The light glinted off his fingers. He brought them to his mouth, slipped his tongue over the tips. The mellow flavor was nothing like his own cum.
The ache Ben hadn’t noticed beating between his legs became an all-out pain.
“Stand, Ben.” Would Marcel send him away again? Ben wasn’t sure he could make it back to the motel. Not with as much as he hurt.
He stood.
“Jacob, undo his pants.”
Jacob sat up and reached for Ben’s fly, pausing with his thumb on the button. The unspoken question showed in Jacob’s face.
“Yes,” Ben said. He didn’t care if Marcel watched. He couldn’t care. Not right now.
Jacob opened the front of Ben’s jeans, freeing his cock. The cool air did nothing for the fever burning in him.
“Now tell him, Ben. Tell him what you want.”
What did Ben want? Anything? Everything? An answer as to how he could even stand there. A reason why he didn’t walk away.
“He cannot know unless you say it,” Marcel said.
And what would happen if he did? Not to himself but to Jacob? Would Marcel let Jacob leave like he’d promised Ben could?
If he did, would Jacob be willing to come with him?
“Those questions are for another day.”
Ben’s heart slugged in his chest. Had he said any of that aloud? Nothing showed in Jacob’s face except desire.
“Do you want his hand, his mouth, or his ass. Tell him, and he will give it to you.” Marcel hummed close to Ben’s ear. “And do you know why?”
“Because you tell him to?” Ben tried to keep the anger out of his voice and failed.
“No, Ben. Because he wants to. Because you want him to.”
Did he? Ben held Jacob’s cheek, smearing streaks of cum on his skin.
Jacob leaned closer. His exhale tickling the head of Ben’s cock, making him gasp. Ben ran his thumb over Jacob’s bottom lip, and he opened his mouth.
Kissing Jacob had been different than kissing any girl. Ben was willing to bet the man’s mouth would be different too. Not just because he was a guy and would know what felt good, but because of who Jacob was.
Ben fed his cock into Jacob’s mouth, an inferno of softness, hard suction, the play of tongue over his slit.
“Hold his head, Ben. Fuck his mouth.”
Ben threaded his fingers through Jacob’s hair. He rolled his gaze up as if searching for something.
“He seeks praise, he seeks confirmation. Those are things he has never been given by anyone else.”
Ben rocked into Jacob’s mouth with a moan. Jacob worked his throat, rippling his tongue over Ben’s cock, pulling to the tip, only to take all of him again. Each caress of Jacob’s lips over the head of Ben’s dick another step toward euphoria.
Ben had no idea when he began to thrust, riding the high, drawing him closer to the cliff. He grunted and tangled his fingers in the locks of Jacob’s hair.
Jacob took Ben to the back of his throat. That, combined with the wanton moan Jacob sang, shoved Ben over the edge.
He jerked, spilling cum down Jacob’s throat, a wave of pleasure searing through his mind, erasing everything but the man on his knees in front of him.
Then the world slammed back into place, leaving Ben slumped and heaving for air. Details trickled in, the room, the rug, the bed, the heavy furniture. The skin-to-skin contact with Jacob. The exchange of sweat. Exhales against Ben’s cock.
Jacob rested his cheek against Ben’s thigh, and Ben combed his fingers through Jacob’s hair.
Did the lost expression on Jacob’s face mirror his own?
Because Ben was lost, and he had no idea how to find his way back.
End of Book II
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