Page 127 of The Bartender Special

“If you need me to stop or slow down, you tell me,” he whispered. “Got it?”

Benny nodded.

That’s all he needed.

Jack pushed in slowly, a feat considering how badly his body wanted to plow inside. However, he took it cautiously, using the time to watch Benny's face for any sign of discomfort.

The tight heat was almost overwhelming. It was all Jack could do to keep his focus on Benny.

On the way his breath hitched.

On the tension in his shoulders.

On the way his fingers knotted up the cotton sheet beneath them.

“Breathe, sweet cheeks,” Jack commanded, his hand moving to Benny's hip. “Breathe.”

Benny exhaled. Jack felt him from the inside.

He pushed in a little further.

Christ, he was tight.

Jack paused again, this time to reign in his excitement so he didn’t blow his load like some teenager. He tried focusing again on Benny’s enjoyment.

Once again, even to his own ears, he could hear himself struggling.

“There you go,” he murmured as Benny's body accepted him deeper. “You're doing so good. You’re—You’re doing so good, baby.”

Benny made a sound that went straight to Jack's dick.

He had to grit his teeth against the urge to surge forward.

Not yet.

Not until Benny was ready.

When he finally bottomed out, fully seated inside Benny, Jack let out a breath.

He’d had sex before. With men and women.

But this?

This was different.

It wasn't just the physical act—though fuck, that was incredible—it was the fact that it was Benny beneath him.

Benny, who had asked him why he dreamed his dream.

Benny, who had assured him that his love was worthwhile.

Benny, who had gotten stuck in a goddamn window trying to help secure both.

Benny, who had told him he was afraid of the dark, only to trust and accept him in it minutes later.

Jack tested a slow pull back. Then he pushed in again.

Benny gasped.