Me:
How incredible it would feel if you fucked me withthatbeautiful cock of yours.
I stared at the message I’djustsent, theWhatsAppticks turning blue to tell me he’d readit. Nerves swirled in my stomach as I waited for the dots to appear, desperate for his response.
And then he went offline.
Shit.
Regret slammed into me like a freight train, and I cursed myself for getting carried away. Iwaited to see if he came back online, but when a solid five minutes passed and he hadn’t, I pulled up his name with my finger hovering over the call button.
Chickening out, though, I sighed heavily and closed my phone, opting to wait until later so I could apologize face to face. Maybe he’d gone into a meeting, or his battery died. There was no need to panic. Yet. Repocketing my phone, I turned to pick up my paintbrush, only to freeze at the broad figure blocking the hallway.
Ben’s eyes blazed, but I couldn’t tell if it was from fury or heat. His chest heaved as if he’djustrun a marathon, and without meaning to, my gaze dropped to the bulge in his pants.
Holy. Fuck.
“Did you mean that?” he growled.
“Mean what?”I replied, playing it cool and not wanting to spook him.
“What you said in your message?”
Braving several steps toward him, and hoping I wasn’t crossing a line, I let my hot breath brush across his lips.“Which part? The bit about your cock stuffed down my throat, or you fucking me?”
“Dammit, Bug,”he snarled a second before his lips crashed into mine.
There was no hesitation as his tongue forced its way into my mouth and his hands grabbed my hips so he could thrust against me.
My cock twitched to life, turning rock solid as he claimed my mouth with a ferocious kissthatsent my pulse into a frenzy. Shoving him back against the wall, I broke our kiss.“Tell me what you want.”
His eyes darted between mine as if gauging how serious I was.“I want to fuck you.”
“Thenfuck me,”I hissed, grabbing his tie and yanking him toward me.
The two of us stumbled down the hallway, not breaking our frantic kiss, and somehow managing to avoid knocking over the paint pot or brushing against the wet walls. When we reached his room, I ripped his shirt open, buttons pinging everywhere.
“Holy shit. You have a fucking fine body hidden under your suits.”If it were possible, my cock thickened as my eyes traveled over his sculpted abs and defined pecs. I couldn’t wait to run my tongue over every inch of him. At finding a smug smirk playing on his lips, I added,“It’s almost as hot as mine.”
His hand whipped out to wrap around my throat, but he didn’t squeeze like before.“You’re a cocky little shit, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, but you like me,”I winked.
A moment of vulnerability washed over his features before he admitted,“Yeah. I do.”
His response cooled the fire scorching my veins, and I took a step back, self-preservation warring with insatiable lust.“Beforewe go any further, and believe me, this is taking a whole lot of restraint, but I need to know what this is.”
Ben’s brows furrowed.“What do you mean?”
“I’m not asking for declarations of love orevena relationship status. I getthatyou might be exploring, and I’m okay withthat. For now. But what I can’t deal with is being told to fuck off out of your house every time something happens between us.”
I held my breath as he took a few seconds to respond.“That’s fair.”He blew out a breath before running a hand through his hair.“I guess I’m still sorting a lot of things out in my head, but I know I want this, and I want this with you.”He closed the gap between us again.“All I ask isthatwe keep this, whatever this is, between us until I deal with my shit and figure out a few things.”
A little voice screamed in my head to end this before itevengot started because it would only end in me getting hurt. My ex, Jase, hadn’t told anyone he was gay when we were together, and sometimes, he openly ignore me when we were out in public. I vowed I’d never let anyone treat me likethatagain, yet I found myself saying,“I can dothat. I’ll be your secret.”
I caught his lips with mine, not wanting to hear his reply as I yanked his shirt down his arms and tossed it on the floor. He copied my movements, yanking my shirt over my head before cupping the back of my neck and devouring my mouth.
When he pulled away, his eyes dropped to my chest.“What’s with the tattoo?”
