He started to move. Slowly at first, almost pulling all the way out before driving back in again. My body relaxed around him, and pleasure bolted through me, taking my breath away. He found a steady pace, the tip of his cock hitting my prostate with every thrust.
Pants and groans filled the room, and I couldn’t take my eyes off the way his abs rolled every time he rammed into me. The sight made the ache in my cock unbearable. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking myself in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck, Bug. That’s so fucking hot, watching you touch yourself while my cock is inside you.”
“Harder, baby,”I panted, desperate for my climax to hit.“Fuck me harder and fill me with your come.”
A deathly growl vibrated from his chest as his grip on my hips tightened. In seconds, his thrusts had changed from steady,almost uncertain, to brutal ramming. I stroked myself quicker, my balls growing impossibly hard.
With another stroke of my hand, and another thrust into my ass, my orgasm hit, come shooting from my cock and drenching my stomach. Ben thrust once more before finding his own release, his body stilling as warm liquid filled my hole.
It was a sensation like no other.
His body jerked once, twice, three times as he emptied himself before slipping out of me and collapsing on the bed by my side. We lay likethatfor several minutes, the two of us panting and trying to regain our breath.
I didn’t dare look at him, afraidthatas soon as our eyes clashed, he’d regret what we’d done and tell me to get out of his house. Butthena soft hand cupped my cheek, and Ben lightly turned my head so I was looking at him.“You okay? Did I hurt you?”
Relief flooded me as a sly grin lifted my lips.“No, you didn’t hurt me.Thatwas fucking incredible.”His own relieved smile lit up his face as I added,“Are you okay?”
He released my cheek and stretched his arms above his head, drawing my focus to his gorgeous physique. Internally, I said a prayer, askingthatthis wasn’t the only time I got to see him naked.
“I’m good, Bug. Better than good.”He paused, and several seconds ticked by before he added,“Thank you.”
We lay in comfortable silence for a minute, the two of us staring at the ceiling. I knew I needed to move to clean up, his come was leaking out of me, and my own still coated my stomach. Ijustwasn’t ready to move, and itseemedBen wasn’t either.
He shifted onto his side, and I turned my head to look at him.“So, you gonna tell me about the tattoo now?”
I glanced down as his fingers delicately skated over the ink, leaving a trail of fire in the wake of his touch.“It’s a reminderthatnot everything stays as it is. When times are hard, they won’t last forever.”
Ben raised a brow as his fingers continued to trace over the letters, and despite havingjustcome, the feel of his fingers had blood flowing to my cock again.
“What made you get it?”
I captured his hand in mine, stilling his movements; otherwise, I would have been begging him to fuck me again instead of having one of the most serious conversations we’d had.“I went through a period when I couldn’t see past the darkness I found myself living in. There were days when I didn’t think things would get better,”I sighed, remembering some of the toughest days I’d endured.“I remember reading a book my dad gave me, it was full of inspirational quotes, and he thought they would cheer me up. They didn’t, but I found this one—”I stroked my hand over the ink“—and itreallyresonated with me. A reminderthatevenwhen things are hard, they will pass.”
Ben stared at the words as if he were reading them again and again before his gaze moved back up to meet mine.“Surely, you can applythatto the good days, too, though? Isn’tthata little depressing?”
“Depends how you look at it. Yes, the good times will pass, so it’s a reminder to live in the present, enjoy the here and now. We can’t change our past, and we can’t predict our future, but we can live in the moment. No one knows what’s around the corner; that’s the beauty of life. Tomorrow isn’t promised, but this moment, here, right now, it is.”
He blinked several times, his mouth opening and closing like he had so much to say, but no words came.
“Penny for your thoughts?”I said when several minutes passed and he still hadn’t spoken.
He shook his head, the faraway look in his eye disappearing.“You’reverywise for a…”he trailed off.“How old are you anyway?”
“Twenty-two.”
“Christ,”he scrubbed a hand down his face.“I’m too old for you.”
I grinned, pulling myself into a sitting position.“Nah. I always wanted a sugar daddy.”
He scowled as he sat up too.“I canjustabout handle you calling me baby, but don’t you dare call methat.”
I chuckled as I slid off the bed.“Whatever you say,baby.Mind if I take a shower? I’m a bit of a mess.”
“Knock yourself out,”he replied, his gaze raking over my come-stained body.“I’ll shower after you.”
I headed in the direction of where I knew his ensuite was, pausing when I reached the door.“Or you could join me now.”
