At my encouragement, he wrapped his other hand around our lengths, using both hands to hold our cocks tighter as he rubbedfaster. My orgasm plowed into me like a tidal wave, my back arching.
Hot come burst from my tip, splattering Ben’s cock and my stomach. With a guttural moan, Ben’s head fell back as he followed me off the ledge, thick white ropes coating our cocks and adding to the mess I’d already made on my abs.
When the two of us had emptied ourselves, Ben released our cocks, his body slumping as we attempted to regain our breath.
My hands moved from under my head, falling onto Ben’s strong thighs, where I rubbed small circles across his smooth skin. For several long seconds, we stared at each other, neither of us speaking, lost in the moment.
His gaze eventually flickered down to our combined release. Sucking his lower lip into his mouth, he lowered himself to my torso. My brows jumped to my hairline when his tongue came out, and he lapped up a blob of our combined come.
“Shit, that’s hot,”I growled. No one had ever donethatto me before, and the thought of him tasting what we both made had my cock pulsing again.“What do we taste like?”
“Fucking delicious,”he replied, his eyes hooded.
“I want a taste,”I whispered, moving my hand only for Ben to capture it in his.
Keeping his gaze on me, he dipped his tongue into my belly button and scooped up another glob. He held it in his mouth as he crawled up my body, bringing his lips to mine and shoving his tongue inside.
I sucked on his tongue, the tang of us exploding on my taste buds and making my mouth water. I grabbed the back of his neck, holding him to me so I could devour his mouth, needing to taste as much of our combined release as possible.
Ben shifted, his hips nestled between my spread legs, but he held himself up to avoid crushing my bruised ribs. Our kiss continued, turning from frantic to slow, passionate kisses. Myhands moved, my fingertips lightly caressing his back, our spent cocks pressed together.
My heart rate accelerated, a foreign feeling of butterflies dancing in my stomach, and for the first time, I acknowledged whatthatfeeling meant. I wasn’t falling for Ben.
I’d fallen.
Hard.
Ben broke our kiss, resting his forehead against mine as we gazed at each other. From deep inside, a voice began screaming, telling me to tell him how I felt.ThatI didn’t want this to be casual anymore.
I wanted him.
I wanted us.
I wanted the world to know we belonged to each other.
Justas I was about to spill the truth, Ben spoke first.“Tristan…”he whispered. His eyes darted between mine, and for a second, I thought he was going to say exactly what I wanted to hear.Thathe felt it too.Thathe wanted what I wanted. But he cleared his throat and lifted his head. The spellthathad captured us was instantly broken.“We…um…we should get ready and head to the precinct. It’ll probably take a while to make the report.”
Disappointment seared me, but I forced a small grin on my face as Ben moved off me.“Come onthen, let’s get this shit done.”
As predicted, it took hours with the cops. They didn’tjusttake my report about the assault, but they documented the attack on my van last year, and the prank calls I’d received in the past, where any time I answered, someone would shout some sort of vile, homophobic abuse before hanging up.
The officer who dealt with me detailed every single injury and spent time talking through the stages of the investigation. Ben stayed by my side the whole time; I didn’t think I would have made it through the whole process without his support.
By the time we left, I was exhausted, but it felt like a weight had been lifted. All my concernsthatI wouldn’t be taken seriously were no longer valid, and I was no longer fearful of further repercussions from Bill and his cronies.
As I didn’t have my van with me, Ben drove me home, parking around the corner after I’d insisted he didn’t need to stop directly outside my house. I’d received a text from my mom earlier to say she was taking the girls out, but my dad was home, and I was certain Ben didn’t want my dad seeing him bringing me home.
An awkwardness had grown between us on the journey home, but I didn’t know ifthatwas from the intimacy of this morning or because neither of us wanted to say goodbye.
“You did well today, Bug. I knowthatcouldn’t have been easy for you,”Ben said as we sat in his car.
“Thanks, man. And thanks for giving me the push I needed. You were right, sometimes you need to make a stand.”He bobbed his head, and when he didn’t say anything, I sighed.“Ijusthatethatthe twins are going to see me looking like this. I know it’ll upset them.”
The bruising to my face wasn’t as bad as I first thought it would be. Still, I didn’t want Ivy and Holly seeinganyinjuries, nor did I want to explain why I had them.
“Why don’t you stay at mine for a few days?”Ben replied as if it hadjustrolled off his tongue.
I gaped at him, unsure if I’d heard him correctly.“Really?”
