Page 36 of Benji

If I woke up in an alternate reality and wasn’t a rent boy, and if I’d met Nolan in a bar or in the supermarket, I’d hook up with him. Hell, I’d ask him out for dinner and spend the night at his place, where he would do every wonderful thing to me that I needed him to do.

That he was about to do to me.

He attempted to throw me on the bed, but I clung to him, my legs wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck. I didn’t want to let him go.

He laughed as he knelt on the bed. “I’m gonna need you to let go at some point.”

I decided keeping my legs around him was way more fun. I let go of his neck, and as my shoulders hit the bed, his hands held my hips, holding me, rocking me on his hardening dick.

God, I wanted this.

I needed him inside me.

“Fuck yes,” I breathed, running my hands over my chest, down my stomach. “We have way too many clothes on.”

Grinning, his fingertips slid under the waistband at my sides and pulled my pants off me in one fluid, well-practised move. His eyes went from my hard cock to my eyes. “No underwear,” he murmured.

I licked the corner of my lips. “Waste of time.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, then with delicate fingers, traced the seam of my balls. “Do you want to come before I fuck you, during, or after?”

Oh fuck.

My cock twitched at his words, his touch. No one’sever asked me about what I want, about my pleasure. “Any of those options sound good to me. All three, if you’re good enough?”

He chuckled. “It’s not a question of my capabilities, Benji.” He leaned over me, his gaze locked with mine, his hand now cupping my balls. “It’s about how much pleasure your body can handle.”

Heat bloomed in my belly, unfurling through my limbs, making me warm all over.

“I want it all,” I whispered. “Any way you want to have me.”

His nostrils flared and he squeezed my balls. “You shouldn’t say that. Because I want to have you every way possible.”

I squirmed under his touch, under the fire of his gaze. My cock was rock hard, his hold on my balls lessened to a pull and roll. “Fuck Nolan, please.”

His grin was wicked as he fisted the base of my erection. “Please, what?”

“Please hurry,” I said. If he wasn’t inside me soon, I was going to lose my freaking mind.

He tsked me, shaking his head. “You said any way I want, not what you want.” Then sliding both hands under my arse, he lifted my hips up so he could lick up my shaft. “And I want to take my time and see all the different ways I can make you come.”

Oh, holy fuck.

My entire body felt electric and I had no idea what to do with my hands, so I pulled at my hair.

And then he sucked me into his mouth and the wet,tight slide of his lips, his tongue... And the way he held my hips up to his mouth and took me in deep. I was helpless and at his sweet mercy.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped. I could seriously come like this. I was racing toward the precipice already. And no one had ever made me come so fast.

Hell, no one had ever made me come, not without my own hand, anyway. Let alone this fast.

Did I want to endure his cock in my arse when I was sensitive after orgasm? Or did I want to draw this out?

“I changed my mind,” I blurted out.

Nolan stilled immediately, pulling off my cock. His lips red and wet, his eyes concerned. “Okay.”

Sweet Jesus, he thought I changed my mind about the whole thing...

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