Page 21 of Rubbing One Out

“Oh?” Ben raised one brow in amusement. “Then who were you referring to?” He sniggered. “And what the hell is a shoodlepopper?”

Dae finally grabbed the phone and held it to his ear in triumph. “Hah, if that upstart answers, I’ll—”

He was interrupted by a broad East London accent. “Hey, Ben, what’s up? You calling me for a booty call?”

Dae stared at the phone in horror as he saw Ben in splutters of laughter, bent over in mirth. “A booty call? Who the hell is this?”

Ben recovered enough to snatch the phone away and answer. “Hi, Darrall. Sorry, I must’ve pocket dialled you. Don’t mind my friend. He was trying to be clever, but it backfired.” He continued to have a conversation while Dae looked on in frustration. Finally Ben winked at him. “Cheers, mate. Nice to catch up. I’ll see you soon, yeah?” He rang off and laid his phone down, still chuckling.

Dae glared at him. “You son of a banshee, you set me up,” he said frostily. “You were never calling Ryan.”

Ben shrugged his shaking shoulders. “Sorry, but you were so into it, and I knew you were bullshitting me.” His chuckles subsided. A speculative expression crossed his face. “I’d love to know, though, who you were referring to in your Madam Zara impression. Was it perhaps you?” He stood up and moved over to Dae, whose mouth had suddenly gone dry. He uttered a squeak as Ben reached out and caressed his jawline. Oh God, his fingers are as rough as I thought they’d be, and they feel incredible on my skin. His back grew warm as his tattoo came to life with the seductive touches.

“Am I allowed to accept your invitation? We’ve been living together for nearly a week and I think we both want whatever this is building between us.” Ben’s thumb ran along Dae’s bottom lip, his touch filled with a promise of more to come.

Dae hadn’t counted on Ben making the first move. The man standing before him, with a flash of heat in his eyes and his voice husky with want, was a world away from the often grumpy yet sexy individual he’d grown used to.

“Do you know I jerked off in the shower this morning thinking about you? You were lying in my bed and I so wanted to move the covers away and see that gorgeous tattoo up close and personal.”

Underneath his flimsy gown, Dae’s cock swelled and brushed against the silk, making him groan in pleasure. On his back, skin fluttered and tickled as his tattoo responded to the caresses.

“You did? Why didn’t you call me to shower with you?” Dae’s nerve endings were on fire, synapses firing with pinpricks of welcomed heat.

Ben leaned in and nuzzled Dae’s neck. “I didn’t know if it was what you wanted. I’m not a man who presumes.” His lips brushed against Dae’s warm skin.

Dae closed his eyes at the soft kisses being planted down his throat. “I find you so damned sexy, how could you not know that? You’re amazi—” His words were swallowed as Ben’s lips took his, demanding and rough, nothing sweet or soft about it. This was a kiss of sheer want, of animal attraction, and Dae sunk into it like falling into an abyss—scared, exhilarated, dizzy, and breathless. Ben’s lips were chapped, tasted of coffee and oranges, and his hands at the back of Dae’s neck were demanding, yet soothing, holding Dae in place while his mouth was ravished.

Dae moaned in the back of his throat and stood up, pressing himself against Ben’s body. The hardness of Ben’s length pressed into his stomach and Dae wanted nothing more than to get down on his knees and worship the cock that was straining to be released. He licked at the inside of Ben’s mouth one last time then slid down onto the floor.

Ben’s mouth was swollen, his face dazed and he groaned. “Jesus, Dae, please. Need to feel your mouth around me.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Dae promised as he expertly unzipped Ben and rubbed the heel of his hand over the cock within, the front of Ben’s briefs already wet with desire. “I’ll give you what we both want.”

Ben’s cock sprung free and Dae pushed the jeans farther down so he could get a grip on the base. Ben gave another loud groan and pushed forward. Dae wasted no time. He slid his lips over the tip and flicked his tongue. Ben’s hips stuttered forward and he grunted apologetically when he lightly grasped Dae’s head. “Sorry, can’t help it. Tell me if it’s too much.”

Dae didn’t bother replying since his mouth was full of salty, uncut cock and he was treating it as he would a delicious ice cream. Mouth going round and round, up and down, suck and release with the occasional pressure of tongue on Ben’s sensitive and intimate places. Dae kept the pressure on with his hand, delaying Ben’s gratification. His free hand was wrapped around his cock and he fisted it fiercely.

This wasn’t the time for slow and tender. This was primal, and all Dae wanted was to make them both come—make both of them smell of come and sweat, and be spent and dishevelled in the privacy of the kitchen.

Bedroom action could come later, and Dae knew full well how he wanted that to happen. He wanted to slide his cock inside Ben, touch him inside and out, control him, watch his face as Dae thrust back and forwards, and touched Ben’s heart with his dick.

The thought of it sped up Dae’s hand on his swollen member and he was close to coming. From the soft pants and moans coming from Ben, he thought he might be too.

Dae tightened his aching jaw around Ben and sucked as if his life depended on it.

“Oh Jesus,” Ben panted. “So good, don’t stop.” His hands pressed more firmly into Dae’s skull, and he loved it.

Loved when a man directed him and made him feel powerful, knowing he could drive him crazy with lust. Ben shouted out something intelligible, and Dae’s mouth filled with spunk. He drew back, swallowing the musky-scented gift, and then as Ben collapsed panting against the island, Dae licked at the residue, leaning Ben up best he could.

Still on his knees, he tugged forcefully at himself, the pins and needles in his skin increasing as his balls drew up and he climaxed with a gasp. His seed painted the bottom of

Ben’s legs and spilled onto his tangled jeans, as well as all over Dae.

“Oops,” Dae said huskily. “It’s a bit of a mess down here. You may need another shower and a change of clothes before you go to work.”

Ben chuckled and reached out a hand to tug Dae to his feet. “That’s okay. I’m due in at twelve. Perhaps we can take that shower together?”

Dae smiled as he stood up and gave Ben a lingering kiss. “That could work out well. Any excuse for me to touch you again. I’m an expert at soaping up.”

Ben grinned and took Dae’s hand. “If this is my life, I’m on board with it. Not every man can say he’s had his cock sucked by a genie.” He tugged Dae along to the bathroom.

Dae followed willingly. He wasn’t sure where this would end up, but for now, he was right where he wanted to be.