Page 29 of Beyond the Summer

But then his touch changed, purposeful, exploring; his fingers, slick with soap, grazed over my asshole, and I shuddered, the sensation branching out like lightning through my veins.The mere thought of his massive cock inside me had my knees buckling."You're going to fill me deeper than anyone ever has," I confessed.

"Is that what you want?"Ben's voice was heavy with arousal, his breath hot against the nape of my neck.

"Fuck, yes."There wasn't a trace of hesitation in my voice."I want all of you, Ben.I want you to force your way inside me and claim me."

"I want that too."The single word held a weight of promise, and I leaned into him, trusting him to catch me, to push me to new heights, and hold me there, trembling on the edge.He sighed."But this isn't anything casual.Once I claim you, I won't want to let go."

The sensation was nothing short of electric as Ben's finger breached me, slick with something, sliding inside my hole with a tentative gentleness that spoke to his inexperience.I hadn't had anything inside me in weeks, and it showed.The delicious stretch that I loved made me moan softly and press into his touch.

"So fucking tight," he murmured, his voice gravelly with lust as he worked his digit deeper.His other hand roamed across the expanse of my ass, kneading the muscled flesh with a possessiveness that made my cock twitch."I don't even know if you can handle me."

"Jesus, Ben.I can fucking handle you," I groaned, pressing back against him, wanting more of that full feeling even as my heart raced with the thrill of it all.His inexperience was a turn-on; there was something raw about being touched by someone so new to this."I'm the slut here, remember?You're the virgin."

I would be his first—his only.And some possessive, primal part of me that I hadn't known existed wanted to keep it like that.

He took that wrong, freezing where he stood, with one finger shoved deep inside me."I know I don't know what I'm doing," he admitted, the confession punctuated by a second finger joining the first, stretching me further."All I have is what I've read in books, so let me know if this is wrong."

"No, it's perfect," I gasped out.The truth was, I didn't need him to be an expert.I needed him to be Ben—just Ben—with his hesitant touches and his earnest desire."Don't stop… your hands, your body—it's all fucking perfect."

I could feel the chuckle rumbling through his chest before he pulled his fingers free and he guided me out of the shower, gently toweling me dry.The cool air of the bedroom hit my wet skin, causing a shiver to run down my spine, but it wasn't enough to calm the heat coursing through me.

"Bedroom?"he asked.

"Bedroom."My erection stood proud, red and swollen with need, as I crawled into his bed, pressing my knees into the mattress.I arched up into him, desperate for friction, contact—anything.

"I want to bite that ass every time I see it."He squeezed me, then gave me a playful slap."Your ass is so juicy."

"So bite me," I said, wiggling my ass.He responded with a laugh, low and husky, before sinking his teeth into the firm flesh of my ass cheek.It was a sharp bite that had me yelping in surprise, then moaning as the sting transformed into a spreading warmth."Do it again."

But he pulled away, and I heard the soft pad of his footsteps recede and then return.Opening my eyes, I saw him standing there, my bottle of lube and the small collection of toys I'd packed in hand.Among them was my favorite dildo—a modest thing in size, especially compared to the man before me.

"Fuck," I whimpered as he laid the toys beside me on the bed.I couldn't tear my gaze away from the silicone shaft.It was familiar, yes, but suddenly inadequate when held up against the promise of Ben—all of Ben—inside me.

"Patience," Ben said, though his voice betrayed his own arousal."We've got all day, Sutton.And most of the day tomorrow."He leaned down, giving me a slow, deep kiss that somehow managed to be both comforting and maddeningly arousing.

"Ben, I—" Words failed me as I lost myself in the sensation of his lips on mine, the taste of mint and man swirling together on my tongue, pushing away the ever-present worries that clung to the edges of my mind.

"Tell me what you are."

"A slut and a brat?"

He laughed, nipping my bottom lip."My slut.My brat."

"I don't know if you'll want to keep me once you see how much I need to be punished."I shot him a cheeky grin, trying to cover the insecurity in my words.

"Oh, I'll want to keep you, beautiful boy," he said.

Right here, right now, I was just Sutton: desired, wanted, filled with an ache for release that only Ben could provide.

Ben's fingers, slick with lube, coaxed my favorite prostate massager slowly into me.It was a deliberate, torturous journey that made my insides light up with an electric buzz of anticipation.The sensation was exquisite, a tantalizing promise of what was to come.I felt myself melting into the mattress, my body aching to give itself over to the pleasure.

"Stay with me, Sutton," Ben murmured, his voice low and husky, as he positioned the massager just right, hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur.He wrapped a latex cock ring around the base of my cock, and it was like he'd set a timer on my need, trapping it, letting it build but not spill over.

"Ben," I gasped out, my voice strained with desperation as my hips bucked helplessly into the air."Please…"

"Shh," he soothed, wrapping a hand around my straining erection with a slippery grip.He began to work me with long, slow strokes that were maddening in their methodical pace."You're doing so well.But you're not there yet."

"Of course I'm fucking there.Jam that big cock in me and ride me hard," I grumped.He gave my ass a rough swat, jolting the toy inside me, and I whimpered, my arms buckling as I fell forward on the mattress.

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