Page 11 of Our Time

Ben points outside. “We’re here.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry. I was just super lost in thought.”

“Everything good?”

“Yeah,” I tell him, leaning over and kissing his cheek. “Just a lot on my mind I guess. But nothing bad, I promise.”

Hand in hand, we make our way into the hotel. After getting our keycard, we head up to our room. I immediately flop onto the bed, star fishing. Ben stands at the end of the bed, chuckling.

“I’m adorable,” I tell him with a pout. He shakes his head fondly.

“You really are.” The little confession has me blushing like a virgin. Fuck. I’ve got it so bad for this alpha. I feel like I’m hanging on every single word he breathes my way. I want this to workso badly. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to fight for this relationship because I know being with Ben will be worth it.

“Come here,” I murmur, my voice sounding almost shy.

Ben gives me the softest smile as he crawls into bed with me, laying on top of me. I wrap my arms around him, stroking up and down his back. The weight of him on top of me is comforting. “Can I kiss you?”

“You don’t even have to ask. You have blanket permission to kiss me anytime you’d like.”

“Oh,” he breathes, his face splitting into another breathtaking smile. “That’s good to know,” he whispers before leaning down and kissing my lips.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this, to kissing Ben. It feels so good, so liberating, so free. I love him so much my chest feels like it might literally burst with howfullof emotion I feel.

My hands cup the back of his head, keeping him in place on top of me. He kisses me over and over, his lips slow and luxurious against my own. If Heaven is real, I imagine it feels something like this.

Ben tilts his head slightly, opening his lips and I take the opportunity he’s giving me to brush my tongue against the seam of his lips. He makes a pleased noise and I do it again, this time deeper so I can touch his tongue with my own. My stomach is a flurry of emotions, warming the longer we trade unhurried kisses. This feels so fuckinggood.

My cock grows hard where it’s trapped within my pants. I do my best to ignore its insistent throb, focusing on the kisses we’re sharing. I carefully adjust below Ben, pushing my legs out from under him so I can instead wrap them around his hips. Instinctively Ben thrusts against me and I let out a moan, feeling the hardness of his erection pushing against my own.

There’s something about knowing he’s turned on that sets a fire under my skin. He wants me just the same way that I want him. Fuck. My head grows light with lust.

“Ben,” I gasp out, tilting my head back against the pillow. His mouth is there, running across my skin. My stomach flutters almost painfully as he licks across my skin, kissing it and nipping at it. He’s always had a thing for my throat, even back when we were teenagers.

As he moves to the other side, I freeze. Fuck. I’m not ready to have that conversation yet. I can’t let him see that there’s makeup across my throat, hiding a bite he’d left there years ago. Nope. We’re staying in the happy, sexy part of the night.

I grab Ben’s hair, tugging on it so he’ll pull back and look down at me. His eyes are wild and blown wide with lust, his cheeks the prettiest pink color. My eyes dart down to his lips which are slick with spit and red from kissing. Fuck. My alpha is so fucking gorgeous I can just barely hold myself back from completely and utterly wrecking him.

Not wanting him to focus on my throat anymore, I flip us over so I’m on top. Ben’s hand go to my hips, digging his fingers in and making me moan at the feel. He’s so much stronger now. Fuck. How can he feel like the same Ben I’ve always known, yet completely different and new at the same time?

“Do you want me to slow down?”

Ben licks his lips, taking a moment to breathe and calm down. “What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t want to fuck yet. I know we should take things slow. But can I please suck your cock? I really fucking want to.”

The noise Ben makes fills my stomach with butterflies. He sounds so fucking desperate and I haven’t even gotten my mouth on him yet.

“Yes,” he breathes out, his hands going to my dark hair. He runs through my fringe, pushing it away from my face. “Yes, please. I want that so badly, Ryder.”

“I’ll take care of you,” I tell him softly. I kiss his lips one more time before moving my way down his body. I lay kisses against the front of his shirt on my way down, deliciously teasing both of us. At his jeans, I carefully pull them open, pushing his pants and boxers away to expose his cock.

Fuck, what a gorgeous cock it is. It’s long and just the perfect thickness. I wrap my hand around him, moaning at the warmth of it against my palm. I can’t wait to have this cock in my mouth and someday, inside of me. Just the thought has my ass clenching around nothing, wishing to feel it. I’ve never been the most patient person but for Ben, I can wait as long as we need. I’ve already waited a decade for him, what’s a little longer?

I look up at Ben and find him staring down at me with wide eyes. He adjusts his glasses, like he wants to make sure he’s not missing a second of this. My stomach swoops, his stare warming me all over, like a tangible caress against my skin.

Leaning down, I run my tongue over his slit, gathering the small amount of precum there. I moan at the taste and in response, Ben moans right back. I swirl my tongue around his head, making sure my tongue piercing is rubbing against his sensitive skin, dipping that same ball into his slit and Ben literallyshakeswith pleasure. His thighs just barely keep from pinning against my ears as he holds himself back. Fuck, that’s so hot.

“Holy fuck,” he hisses out, one of his hands coming down to touch my face. His thumb caresses my cheek and I lean into his touch, feeling connected to him as I take the tip of his cock into my mouth. “Fuck, Ryder.”

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