Page 30 of Beyond the Summer

Ben went back to my cock, and every stroke sent jolts of pleasure through me, making me writhe beneath him, my hands clutching at the sheets.I could feel sweat beading on my forehead, the heat in the room nothing compared to the inferno raging within me.

"More… I need—" My begging was cut short by a particularly skillful twist of his wrist, and I pressed my hands into the sheets, shifting back against his body."Oh fuck, this cock ring is stopping…"

"Almost there," Ben teased, but then, without warning, his touch vanished.I groaned in frustration, the absence of his hand leaving me hollow and wanting.

"Ben!"I protested, my cry somewhere between agony and ecstasy.

"Patience," he chided with a chuckle, removing the cock ring and allowing the blood to rush back into my cock, the sensitivity nearly unbearable.He turned off the massager and slowly slid it out, only to replace it with my favorite glass butt plug.The coolness of the glass was a stark contrast to the heat of my body, and it settled inside me with a satisfying fullness.

"Fuck," I breathed out, the edges of my mind fuzzy.All of my troubles, all of my fears about who I had to pretend to be, slipped away under the onslaught of sensation.In this moment, there was only Ben, his teasing hands, and the overwhelming need he stoked within me."Why did I agree to this?"

"If you're in pain, or you need to stop, we can end it," he asked, a playful note in his voice as he observed my flushed face.

"No, it was perfect," I managed to reply, even as I squirmed against the plug, seeking more friction, more of anything to push me over the edge.But Ben was merciless, keeping me teetering on the brink, driving me wild.

"Well then, maybe we should eat something?It's past lunchtime."

He turned and walked, gloriously naked out of the room, leaving me to flop face first on the bed with a groan.But it wasn't long before I was chasing after him like an eager puppy.Soon, I was perched on a stool at the breakfast bar, each inch of my skin hyperaware of Ben moving around the kitchen.The glass butt plug inside me was a constant, delicious pressure, and with each shift, I felt it nudge deeper, reminding me of the orgasm that remained frustratingly out of reach.

"We don't have to eat," I said."You already fed me your cum."

He laughed, tying an apron around his waist, protecting his bare junk from the hot pans."I want to take care of you."

"An orgasm would take care of me," I grumped."A dick in my ass instead of this goddamn plug would take care of me."

"I've only been edging you for…" he glanced at his watch."Five hours, maybe?"

"Since last night!"

"I didn't even touch you last night," Ben said, pulling out boxes of leftover rice and tossing it into a big wok, stirring it expertly.

"Last night still counts."

"Grumpy boy," Ben chuckled, glancing over his shoulder at me.He was clad in nothing but an apron, the fabric baring his pert ass, and every time he reached up to grab a spice or stir a pan, the apron would shift and give me teasing glimpses of what lay beneath."Maybe you do need to eat.I bet your blood sugar is low."

"That's not why I'm cranky!"My voice went thick with desire as my gaze locked onto the curve of his rear as he moved with an easy grace."Especially when you're parading around like that."

"Who says I'm parading?"he quipped, cracking a few eggs into the rice and tossing in soy sauce and sesame oil with a deftness that had my mouth watering for more than food."This is all strategic, baby.Keeping you hungry… in every sense.For fried rice, and… well, you know."

"Tease," I accused, though the burn of anticipation threading through my veins was a feeling I craved almost as much as release.

When the meal was served, we ate with an urgency fueled by more than hunger; I needed his hands on my body more than I needed the nutrition.I would have happily starved, but his insistence on making me hydrate and get some protein in was sweet in its own way.Guys didn't take care of me like this.Even Parker hadn't been much more than a hot fuck.

Ben chatted about something as we finished our meal—but fuck if I knew what he was saying.My mind was buzzy and cloudy, focused only on one thing.Getting Ben inside me.He stood and stretched with the casual attitude of someone who had already had an orgasm that day.Jackass.Then he led me to the window, talking to me about something.The mountains in the distance, maybe, as we traded kisses.

"Want to watch a movie?"Ben asked.

I narrowed my eyes at him and crossed my arms over my chest."Bedroom."

"Is that topping from the bottom?"His eyebrows shot up, and his hand landed on my ass, squeezing roughly.

"We're not in a relationship, and we don't have any boundaries set.I can be as demanding as I damn well please."

He nodded slowly."Good point.We should establish those.Brats need firm boundaries, so they know how to get a spanking when they want one."

"What?"I yelped, covering my ass."I didn't say I wanted a spanking."

He burst out laughing."Just seemed like maybe you were asking for it.If not, my bad."He raised his hands, palms up, and back to face the window.His bare ass was completely distracting.

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