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“What?” he asked, a little alarmed.
Ben laughed. “No, don’t get all worried on me. You have amazing shoulders. And your arms… I had no idea. You must work out.”
Simon did, both cardio and strength training. His father and grandfather hadn’t been much for exercise, so while he was careful not to overdo it, exercise was part of how he hoped to protect his heart from further damage. Now, however, he was ridiculously glad he’d kept in shape just for this moment and the admiring gaze of this sweet, pretty boy.
Ben kissed Simon’s chest, not seeming to mind his chest hair in the slightest. His lips even touched one of Simon’s nipples, which sent an electric shock through him that made his knees tremble.
“Here,” Ben murmured, gently guiding Simon backward. “Sit down. I’m the only one around here allowed to faint.”
Simon sat gratefully. He had absolutely no idea what was going to happen, but he wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else. Especially when Ben climbed onto Simon’s lap, facing him. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” he promised.
In the back of his head Simon thought that should’ve been his line, but he couldn’t have stopped Ben for the world. Not when he kissed his way over Simon’s jaw and down his neck, and especially not when his hand found the increasingly uncomfortable bulge in his pants. Ben rubbed against it with his hand then his body, making Simon want to scream in frustration.
“Ben, Benny, I need…”
“I know,” Ben said. He stood and quickly stripped. Simon watched as Ben’s pale, slender body was revealed to his gaze. The only thing not pale was his erection, standing out from his body and colored a dark rosy pink. Ben grazed his hand down it, then over the tip that glistened with moisture. “Let’s get you out of those pants. That’s got to be uncomfortable.”
Simon allowed Ben to undo his slacks, then pull them and his underwear down his legs.
“Well fuck me,” Ben said, sounding dumbfounded.
“What?” Simon asked, alarmed.
“This,” Ben said, reaching out and taking Simon’s erection, “looks delicious.”
Simon groaned. Ben’s hand on him was the best thing he’d ever felt and he wanted more. Unconsciously, he thrust his hips forward. Then he opened his mouth to apologize but lost his ability to speak when Ben sank down onto his knees between Simon’s legs.
Ben looked up at Simon from under his spiky lashes. “I hope this is okay,” he said, his voice gone husky. Because I’ve been wanting to do it all day long.”
21
Ben Is Not a Tchotchke on a Shelf
Monday, December 18
Ben’s room
The Gold Coast
Ben was nervous but trying his level best not to show it. It didn’t hurt that he was hornier than he’d been in a very long time, or that Simon’s body was beautiful. Not exactly how he’d imagined it, but still perfect, with his wide shoulders, muscular thighs, and broad chest covered in dark hair. Then there was his cock, which was legitimately making Ben’s mouth water. He bent forward to lick at the liquid seeping from the tip and Simon gave an all over body shudder.
“Is this okay?” Ben asked.
Simon nodded, the movement jerky, then uttered one hoarse word. “Please.”
Ben was more than happy to oblige. He took the entire head of Simon’s cock into his mouth and sucked on it until Simon whimpered. Then he took as much of Simon into his throat as he could. Simon was shaped perfectly for getting his cock sucked, being not overly long but nice and thick. He stretched Ben’s mouth wide when he took in Simon all the way to the root.
Ben stayed that way, nose pressed to Simon’s groin and his hands gripping tight enough to Simon’s muscular thighs that he suspected he might be leaving small, fingertip-shaped bruises there.
“Oh god, oh god,” Simon panted. His hands came to rest on Ben’s hair, then buried themselves and took root.
Ben pulled back when he couldn’t hold his breath any longer and gazed up at Simon. He looked wrecked and Ben felt a tiny burst of possessive pride. He’d been the one to make Simon, a handsome and successful man who could have any person at all he wanted, look desperate and needy. Ben felt a perverse power fill him.
“Pull my hair,” he said.
“What?” Simon asked, looking alarmed. “Why?”
Ben couldn’t help smiling. “Not out, Simon. But I like it when you tug on it. It’s hot.”
