He pulled his mouth away so he could watch as I unbuttoned his pants and lowered his zipper. His breath caught when I reached into his boxers and wrapped my hand around his length, grinning at discovering how damn big and hard he was.
“Fucking fuck,”he snarled, almost venomously.
“You like that, baby?”
His hand was back around my throat quicker than I could blink, squeezing it hard.“Don’t fucking call methat.”
I couldn’t help but smirk. I hadn’t meant to call him baby. I’d never used any terms of endearment on a guy before, but with Ben, it felt right.
Despite him almost cutting my air supply, I slammed my mouth against his again, parting his lips with my tongue, and the two of us fighting for control. I wasn’t usually the dominant one in a relationship; I preferred to submit, but I would have been lying if I said there wasn’t something fucking hot about trying to battle for control with Ben.
Pulling his cock completely free from the confines of his pants, I began pumping my hand, his breath quickening. When I ran my thumb over the crown, swiping off the pre-cum gathering there, Ben growled, thrusting his cock against my palm.
He released my throat again, both hands dropping to my hips as if he didn’t know what to do with them.
“Take my cock out,”I demanded, roughly stroking his thick shaft, and desperate to feel his hand around me.
I waited for him to deny me, to suddenly come to his senses and pull away, butthenhis trembling fingers moved to unpop the button of my cargo pants. The two of us paused our frantic kissing to look down, watching together as he released my cock from my pants and wrapped his hand around it tightly.
A flash of worry passed through his eyes as he copied my movements, our crowns knocking together with our hurried jerks. I flung my head back, my climax building.“Fuck, that’s it,”I encouraged, increasing my pace on his cock.
He followed my lead, and as his pace turned rougher and quicker, my balls began to tighten. It wouldn’t be long until I was going to come, and I had a feeling it was going to be one of the most explosive orgasms I’d ever had.
“Jesus fucking Christ,”Ben panted, capturing my mouth in yet another bruising kiss.“I’m going to come.”
“Me too, baby,”I replied, the word falling before I could stop it.
He didn’tseemto notice, though, lost in his own impending orgasm. With his grip almost becoming too much, tingles bolted down my spine, landing in my balls. I dropped my gaze in time to see hot spurts of come shoot from the tip of my cock, coating both our hands and his crown.
As if seeing my release was the final push he needed, he roared as he thrust into my hand, and thick white ropes erupted from him, his come mixing with mine, andfuckifthatwasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
Like mine, his cock pulsed until he’d released every drop, and for several long seconds, we stood, covered in our come and panting as we tried to regain control over our breathing. Slowly, Ben lifted his head, his gaze meeting mine.
“Thatwas…unexpected,”I said, grinning like a fucking madman.
My heart plummeted to the soles of my shoes at the storm brewing in his eyes. As if he’djustbeen zapped with bolts of electricity, he jumped back, ripping his hand from me.
“Fuck!”he bellowed, his booming cry reverberating around the foyer.
He quickly pulled his pants up, wiping his hands on the material as disgust colored his features.
“Hey-”I started, wanting to reassure him, but the murderous glare on his face silenced me.
A sneer twisted on his lips, hate filling his eyes.“Clear yourself up and get the fuck out of my house. You’re done here for the day.”
He spun as I tucked myself away.“Ben, wait.”Reluctantly,he turned back, the thunderclouds darkening in his gaze.“Do you want to talk about-”
“There’s nothing to talk about, and I swear, if you tell anyone about this, I’ll rip your tongue out with my bare hands.”
Withthat, he stormed away, his heavy footsteps echoing through the house until a door slammed somewhere.
Doing my best to ignore the hurt sinking into my bones, I headed in the opposite direction to where I knew there was a spare bathroom. As I washed our combined come off my hands, I couldn’t bring myself to look at my reflection in the mirror, afraid of what I would see staring back.
Ben
Iwoke the following morning with a pounding head and bile churning in my stomach. I hadn’tevenmade it to my bedroom, passing out on the couch in the living room after drinking almost an entire bottle of whiskey after Tristan left.
I couldn’t stop myself from pouring shot after shot, not when flashbacks kept playing in my head of how it felt to have his lipson mine. What it felt like to have his hands wrapped around my cock. How damn intense my orgasm was.
