“Tell me what you need, Bug.”
His head lolled forward so he was looking down at me.“You’re doing fine, Ben.”
“But you need something else. Tell me,”I wheezed between sucking him.“I want to make this as good for you as you did for me.”
He made an incoherent noise before he huffed out,“My ass. I need your fingers in me.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
My own cock was coming back to life with his words.
Taking him to the back of my throat, I reached a hand around to his ass and separated his cheeks. Moving my finger up and down, I found his tight hole and pushed my middle digit into him, his muscles offering resistance.
“Oh, fuck me, that’s it,”he growled, his knees almost buckling and his hand reaching out to my head to steady himself.
It took several seconds for me to find my rhythm again, sucking him, while thrusting my finger in and out of his ass. I had no idea how, but my cock was once again hard as steel, and my hips started rolling, pushing my cock against the material of my boxers, seeking friction.
“Baby… I’m gonna,”Tristan panted, his grip on my hair tightening.“I’m gonna come. You need to move.”
With his cock stuffed in my mouth, I shook my head as best I could, pushing my finger in to keep him where he was. I slid his cock out, drool trailing from my mouth to his tip.“I want it. I want to taste you, Bug.”
“Fucking hell.”
His hips drove forward as his orgasm hit. Burst after burst of warm, salty liquid exploded in my mouth, too much for me to swallow, and some trailed down my chin and dropped onto my shirt. At the taste of Tristan, my cock erupted, and I soaked my boxers with my own sticky release.
Tristan pulled me to my feet and slammed his mouth on mine, forcing his tongue inside so he could taste himself.
And fuck, was that hot.
“That was really your first time sucking a cock?” he said, breathless.
“Yeah.”
“Holy shit, dude. Seriously. No improvement needed.”My chest swelled with pride. I couldn’t remember a time when anyone had told me I was good at something. Tristan tuckedhimself away, grabbing his coffee before meeting my gaze again.“I don’t know about you, but Ijustworked up an appetite. Breakfast?”
I nodded. Breakfast sounded good.
Tristan
It was gone 8 pm by the time I arrived home. I’d stayed a bit longer at Ben’s to finish hanging the new kitchen cupboard doors. Truthfully, I didn’t want to leave.
Ben joined me after he’d finished work, holding the doors in place while I fixed the screws to the hinges, the two of us talkingabout nothing of importance. It was the first time I’d seen him relaxed, and I wasreallystarting to like this version of him.
I couldn’t ignore the warning bells ringing in my head, though. I knew I couldn’t let myself develop feelings for him, he was still figuring his shit out, and I’d been here before with Jase. Every time we went through a period where he denied his sexuality, it was me who suffered, and I couldn’t put myself through it again.
But Ben was becoming an addiction. OnethatI would allow myself to indulge in for a little bit longer, and could only hopethatit didn’t result in my heart getting broken.
Closing the front door behind me, I poked my head into the living room, finding my family in their usual positions. Dad was on the couch, reading a book—no doubt a murder mystery— and mom was next to him as she watched her favorite drama. The twins lay on their stomachs on the floor, their homework spread out in front of them.
“Hello, family,” I yelled.
Four sets of eyes darted to me, and as Mom and Dad muttered their greetings, the girls scrambled off the floor, racing to see who could get to me first.
“You’re home,”Ivy squealed, throwing her arms around my waist.“You missed dinner again.”
She gave me a disapproving look as I kissed the top of her head.“I know, Jivey Ivy, but I told you, I gotta do somereallyimportant work for a friend.”
I hated lying to the twins, but I could hardly tell them the truth. What sort of role model would I have been if I let them think it was acceptable to break into someone’s house because they’d done something you didn’t agree with?
