It had been far too long since he’d had a man’s mouth on him. So long, he wasn’t sure he remembered what it felt like. But he’d been high all the time then too.
Ben tightened his lips and sucked.
Jacob closed his fist in Ben’s hair and thrust his hips before he could think about it.
Ben’s throat convulsed, and Jacob pulled away. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” That what? He’d forgotten the fact Ben had never done this? Or for the fact the action had made Jacob harder.
“It’s not your fault I’m no good at that.” Ben almost sounded sad.
“Baby, you’ve never sucked another guy’s dick. What did you expect?”
Ben wrinkled his nose but smiled. “Did you just call me baby?”
“Yeah.”
Ben’s flushed cheeks turned redder. He spoke, but it was too low to carry.
“What?”
Ben stared at his feet. “I…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Nothing.”
“Tell me.” Jacob knelt in front of Ben so he would have to look at him or crawl away. “Please.”
“I like it.” Ben scrubbed his face. “Is that messed up? That I like…like…”
Jacob caught Ben’s hand and held it. “If it is, then I’m right there with you.”
Ben searched Jacob’s face, then slowly pulled away. For a moment, Jacob thought Ben was about to get up and leave. Instead, he moved to the center of the bed and laid back.
Jacob joined him, settling down at his side. Ben stared at the ceiling.
“Look at me.”
Slowly Ben met Jacob’s gaze.
“You sure you want to?”
“Yes.” Ben’s lost expression almost made him call this off, but Ben gripped Jacob, forcing him down, smashing their mouths together. The want and need boiling in Jacob crashed, and Ben undulated against him, making small wanton sounds.
Jacob slid lower and latched onto one of Ben’s nipples. Ben yelped. Jacob flicked a look up, and Ben had his bottom lip crushed under his teeth.
“I take it you’ve never had someone suck a nipple before?” Jacob pinched the tight bud between his teeth.
“Jesus.” Ben’s cock tapped against Jacob’s chest. “I want…” Ben pawed at Jacob who moved to the other side. “Jacob, I want to touch you.”
He lifted his head. “You don’t have to ask, just touch me.”
Ben traced the edge of Jacob’s jaw, and Jacob moved back up, sighing under the gentle movement of Ben’s touch sliding down his neck, to his chest, ribs.
“I won’t break.” Jacob brushed his mouth over Ben’s.
The contact grew heavier; his fingers dug into Jacob’s ass cheek.
“Better.” He flicked his tongue out over Ben’s lips.
Ben slid his fingers between Jacob’s ass cheeks, and Jacob hummed.
“You want me to ride you?” Jacob wanted his cock in Ben, but if he would rather trade places, he would.
“No.” Ben found Jacob’s hole and rubbed.
Jacob grinned. “You sure? Because you really seem to like my ass.”
Ben nodded. “Yeah.” He laughed a little. “I like your ass. And I want…” His expression sobered, and his touch crawled back up Jacob’s spine. “You’re gonna have to tell me what to do.”
Jacob returned to Ben’s side. “Roll over.” He started to face Jacob, and he stopped Ben. “Other way.”
Ben swallowed so hard his throat clicked. He did as Jacob asked. Tremors danced down the muscles of his back.
Jacob petted him. “It’s okay to tell me to stop.”
“I already—”
“At any time.”
Ben glanced over his shoulder.
“At any time, Ben, no matter what’s happening. You want it to stop, tell me.” He kissed Ben’s shoulder. “Okay?”
Ben nodded.
“I need to hear you.”
“Yeah.”
“No matter what.”
“No matter what.” Some of the tension dropped out of Ben’s shoulders.
Jacob picked up the lubricant. “Have you ever used your fingers on yourself?”
“Huh? Oh…” Ben’s face reddened. “Yeah, but not much. I mean, never before…” His exhale shivered. “You.”
“Me?”
“What you did. With the ice. When you used your fingers on me.”
Jacob pressed closer. “You never did it before? Not even out of curiosity?”
Ben shook his head.
“What did you do?”
Ben opened his mouth, then closed it.
Jacob flipped open the lid of the bottle and dribbled lubricant over his fingers. He snapped it shut but kept it close. “Tell me, Ben. What did you do?”
“I tried my fingers, but it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t get the angle right. Then I tried the ice. I thought that might…” He shivered, but the fever radiating from his skin suggested it had nothing to do with being cold. “It wasn’t the same.”
“Why not?”
“Because it wasn’t you.” The seriousness in Ben’s gaze tore at Jacob’s confidence.
It wasn’t him. The words weigh on Jacob’s heart, and what they meant made it hard to think.
“Please,” Ben said. “I don’t want you to stop.”
Was that what Jacob was about to do? He wasn’t sure. Only this sudden gift of strength hinted of an even greater weakness.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Jacob placed a kiss on Ben’s shoulder. “Now, bring your leg up.”
Ben cocked his knee forward.
Jacob took Ben’s leg by the shin. “Like this.” He placed Ben’s foot flat, putting his knee upright. The position parted Ben’s ass cheeks enough to expose his hole.
“Is this normal?” Ben shifted around, scooting his foot lower.
“What?”
“This position. Laying on my side. I thought, you know you’d just…”
“Bend you over a piece of furniture and fuck you?”
Ben huffed. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Maybe one day, but not this time.” One day?
Yeah, if Ben would let him.
As if he heard the statement, Ben looked back.
Heat warmed Jacob’s cheeks. He cleared his throat. “I’m going to touch you, okay?”
Ben still stared.
Jacob focused his attention on Ben’s ass. The shadows hid most of the details, but he didn’t need to see what he was doing. He wanted to. Yeah, he wanted to watch his fingers sink into Ben’s hole. Once he thought about it, he couldn’t stop. “Can I turn on a light?”
Ben finally looked away.
“We don’t have to.” No matter how much Jacob wanted to see, he’d give it up if Ben wanted.
“Yeah.”
Jacob sat up enough to flick the switch of the lamp positioned over the bedside table. Soft golden light blanketed most of the bedroom, highlighting Ben’s body. It wasn’t as bright as Jacob would have liked, but it would do. He dribbled more oil on his fingers and returned to massaging Ben’s opening. The puckered ring tightened.
“I’m going to put a finger inside you.” Jacob added pressure. “It’s important that you push down.”
“Huh?”
“Like you would when you go to the bathroom.”
“Oh, Jesus.” Ben buried a laugh against his arm.
“Now you see why the enema is important. Especially if you’re not watching what you eat.”
The blush in Ben’s cheeks spread to his shoulders. Jacob could only imagine how red his face was now.
“Ben…”
“I’m fine.” His inhale rattled. “Just…how the hell do you do this with a straight face?”
“I don’t think about it.” Jacob pressed a little harder, then pulled back, making small circles every so often, pausing to test Ben’s opening.
“And how the hell do you do that?”
“Push down, and I’ll show you.”
Ben took a few breaths. On an exhale, his opening relaxed, and Jacob pushed
a fingertip in. Once more, a slow in and out, going deeper each time until his knuckle was against Ben’s ass.
“I don’t think it’s working? I’m still thinking—”
Jacob curled his finger and Ben jerked like he’d been hit.
“Fuck.”
Jacob did it again, making sure to keep his touch light.
Ben twisted his torso, curling forward. His chest heaved with every grunt.
Jacob pulled his finger to the tip, leaving Ben clutching the comforter and gasping for air. “Don’t stop.” Ben rocked back.
“I’m not going to stop, but if I’m ever going to get my dick in your ass…” Jacob added another coating of lubricant. “I’m going to add another, okay?”
Ben nodded. This time he didn’t have to be prompted to open himself. Jacob worked in the tip of both fingers in small slow thrusts. Within a few moments, he found Ben’s sweet spot again.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Jacob pressed himself against Ben’s back. “I want to do that, trust me. Fuck, Ben…” Jacob kissed Ben’s shoulder, moved to his neck. There Jacob raked his teeth to Ben’s earlobe.
Jacob curled his fingers again, less pressure than before. The last thing he wanted was for Ben to shoot his load. No, he wanted to be inside Ben, feel him come, feel his body tighten, drown in the heat as he pumped him full of cum.
The thought drew a moan from Jacob’s chest.
“Please…” Whatever else Ben said he buried in the comforter.
“Just a little more okay, I don’t want to hurt you.” Jacob removed his fingers, adding more lubricant. Once he pushed deep, Ben went silent.
“Talk to me, baby. I need to know you’re okay.”
“Fine.” It was more of a squeak than a word.
“Ben, if I’m hurting you.”
Ben shook his head. “No, I just need to come. I don’t think I’ve needed to come this bad since the first time I rubbed one off.”
Jacob removed his fingers. He poured lubricant into his palm and gripped his cock. The contact sent a shudder down him. His stomach muscles tightened, and he had to ease up his hold, or he’d be the one losing it.
Jacob slicked his length, then positioned himself behind Ben, letting his cock slide over Ben’s crack.
His breathing quickened.
“Remember what I told you.”
“Yeah, push, I—”
“No, the part about stopping. I mean it, Ben, at any time. You want me to quit, and I will.” Jacob might have never had a choice, but it wouldn’t be like that for Ben.
“Okay.”
“Let me hold you, okay?” Jacob urged Ben to prop himself up on an elbow. He did, and Jacob slipped an arm around Ben’s chest. “That’s better.” Jacob used the head of his cock to tease Ben’s hole.
Ben put his arm around his thigh and pulled his leg up higher, spreading himself wider.
The position gave Jacob a better view. He worked the head of his cock over the ring of muscle, adding more pressure with each pass until he breached Ben’s opening. He sucked in a breath.
“Ben?”
“I’m okay. Don’t stop.”
Jacob rocked his hips, sinking the head of his cock into Ben. The stretched skin reddened and tightened until the flesh of Jacob’s cock dimpled. Deeper, the heat added another level of euphoria.
Sweat beaded over Jacob’s skin, collecting in the creases, and his entire body screamed for him to shove deep, to ride Ben into the mattress. But he didn’t want this to end either.
Jacob counted his breaths, sinking deeper until Ben’s body sheathed every inch. Until his hole hugged Jacob’s girth.
Ben’s inhales wheezed.
“You okay?”
Jacob brushed aside Ben’s hair.
“That feels a lot bigger than it looks, and I was already worried about how it would fit.” Ben whimpered. “Aren’t you supposed to move…or something?”
“Give yourself a minute.”
Ben nodded and buried a groan against the blankets. “Jacob, please.”
Jacob tilted his hips, withdrew an inch, then pushed in again.
Ben yelled.
“Okay, I’m stopping.” Jacob started to pull out.
Ben released his raised leg and locked his grip on Jacob’s thigh. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
“I’m hurting you.”
Tension cut lines at the corner of Ben’s eyes. “Do not stop.”
“Ben, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then move, do whatever it was you did when you used your fingers.”
“If I move, it’s going to hurt worse.”
“I’ve never had a dick in my ass. I’m pretty sure it’s not gonna be sunshine and roses the first time.”
“Ben—”
“Goddamn it, Jacob, please, just give me this. I know it can feel good. I saw it when—” Ben snapped his mouth shut and turned his head away.
But he didn’t need to finish the thought. Jacob knew what he saw and when he saw it.
He laid his forehead against the back of Ben’s neck.
“I want you.” Ben’s words were muffled against his arm. “And I want this to happen with someone I do want. And I do not want—please.”
Jacob petted Ben’s chest. “Breathe.”
Ben lifted his head a little. Tears streaked his cheeks.
“Breathe, Ben. Nice and slow.”
Ben inhaled and exhaled. Jacob ground himself against Ben’s ass. He jolted with another cry, only this time it deepened into a moan.
“That’s it.” Jacob encouraged Ben to tilt his head back. “That’s it, baby…”
A smile pulled at Ben’s mouth.
Jacob rocked back; cool air grazed over the base of his cock before he sheathed himself again.
Ben grunted.
Jacob did it again, withdrawing a little then slowly pushing back in.
Ben parted his lips and twisted his body until he caught Jacob’s mouth. Another thrust earned Jacob a wanton moan, another had Ben tightening his hold on Jacob’s thigh. Ben thrust his tongue over Jacob’s, and Jacob matched the movements with his body until he pulled out almost to the tip and slid back home.
Ben shuddered, and sweat cut a line down his forehead. Face flushed, eyes glassy, he watched Jacob with an expression he couldn’t decipher.
“Faster.” Ben pinched Jacob’s bottom lip between his teeth. “Fast, Jacob, please.”
Ben’s cock jutted from between his legs. Pearls of precum gleamed in the lamplight.
Jacob quickened his pace, and Ben arched against him, pushing with his foot against the mattress until his movements followed Jacob’s reentry and slapped their bodies together.
“Oh, God…” Ben clawed at Jacob’s thigh.
Jacob tried to catch Ben’s mouth again, but he jerked away, gasping for air. His entire body shuddered, and his hole clenched around Jacob’s cock.
“Are you close?” Jacob wanted to see Ben come. “Ben, are you close?”
Ben nodded.
Jacob pulled out.
“What are you doing?” Ben’s voice cracked.
Jacob rolled him over. “Raise your legs.”
Ben didn’t have to be told twice. He hooked his ankles around Jacob’s back, and Jacob shoved his cock in Ben’s ass.
Jacob curled over Ben, finally able to claim the man’s mouth. In a slow wave, Jacob undulated against Ben, sliding his cock in and out with each movement.
Ben raked his fingers up Jacob’s back. The burn seasoned the rise of pleasure. Jacob gasped against Ben’s cheek.
“Feels good.” Ben tilted his chin up, and Jacob sucked up a mark on his throat.
Jacob dug his toes into the mattress to anchor himself. “It’s supposed to.” He slowed his thrusts, pulling to the tip, then pushing in using the new leverage to go deeper than before.
Ben sucked in a breath. “Don’t stop.”
“I told you I wouldn’t.” If Jacob could have, he would have fucked Ben for hours,
but he was not Marcel, and he already teetered on the edge. Slowing his movements only heightened the rush. Jacob strained to hold back.
But Ben shattered his will when he grabbed the headboard. The muscles in his arms tensed, and he pushed back against Jacob until they crashed against each other.
Jacob buried a yell against Ben’s shoulder as he rode through the surge of bliss whiting out his world.
“Not yet.” Ben tightened his legs around Jacob’s waist. “Fuck me, Jacob. Jesus Christ.” Tears streamed down Ben’s cheeks.
Jacob pushed up, and Ben grabbed his shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere.” Jacob’s cock slid from Ben’s body as he sat back on his heels. Cum slicked the skin around Ben’s hole. Jacob chased the droplets with his fingers.
Ben made a frustrated sound and grabbed his cock.
Jacob stopped him. “I’ve got you.”
“Then let me come before I lose my fucking mind.”
It was wrong, but Jacob smiled. “I’m going to make you come.” He pushed three fingers into Ben’s ass. Slick with Jacob’s release and stretched from his cock, there was little resistance. “I’m going to make you come harder than you ever have in your life.” Jacob swallowed down Ben’s cock and, at the same time, massaged Ben’s prostate.
Ben jerked upright with a yell, tangling his grip in Jacob’s hair. He barely reached the end of Ben’s cock when jets of hot cum shot over his tongue.
Jacob took Ben to the back of his throat, swallowing around him and still working his fingers. Ben howled and collapsed back against the bed, his legs and arms spasming.
Jacob pulled out his fingers and wiped them on the comforter.
“Oh, God.” Ben gripped his left pec. “I think I’m having a heart attack.”
Jacob lay down beside him. “Please don’t.”
“Is it…” Ben swallowed. “Is it like that all the time?”
“Sex?”
Ben turned his head. He still had tears in his eyes. “Yeah.”
Jacob started to say yes because whenever Marcel fucked him, there were times he would come hard enough to blackout. But Jacob wasn’t sure he could say he did because it felt good.
At least not the way this had.
Sam logged onto his computer. His messenger app showed Roshan online. He sent a quick hello.
A knock sounded at Sam’s bedroom door.
He pushed the laptop lid closed. “Yeah?”
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