Page 48 of Beyond the Summer

He moaned."Fuck, Ben.Your lips feel so good."

"Okay, I can see why you're obsessed with this," I said, chuckling.When I glanced at him, his eyes were on me, focused and intent.Devoted.Desperate.This was the perfect way to make him beg.I leaned down and kissed his balls, sucking one into my mouth.

"You look so pretty like that," he whispered."But the evil in your smile is terrifying."

I laughed."What about like this?Does this make you into my needy little slut?"I kissed my way up his shaft, wet my lips, then opened my mouth and slid my lips down his cock, taking him as deep as I could.

How the fuck did he suck on me so well?He was a nice size where I didn't feel like I could take most of him without forcing him down his throat, and even with that, it felt like he was filling my mouth completely.The bump of the head of his cock against my throat was delicious, letting me know I had him deep.But I didn't feel the urge to do more.

As he bucked under me, begging for me to suck harder, I relished the feeling of control.For him, sucking cock was an act of submission.He loved to let me bury my hands in his hair and thrust deep inside his throat.For me, it was an act of domination, of control.He would only come when I let him.If I let him.

And the way his eyes rolled back in his head made me want to learn to control every nuance of his orgasms.I memorized his details, every pulse of his cock, the taste of him, the soft sounds he made when my tongue swiped across the right spot.He stretched my lips open in the most delicious way—just enough, never too much—and I loved feeling him throb against my tongue.

The little sounds he made, pleading with me to let him come drove me to tease him more.And I wasn't perfect—I needed to stop for breaks when my jaw got sore, but his pleased sounds told me that if I put my mind to it, I could rapidly become an expert in this.

"I'm close," he whispered, tangling his hands in my hair, then remembering my order to keep his hands on the mattress and letting go.

"Good boy."I lifted my head, swiping my tongue over the head of his cock."I want to tease you all day, but I must admit that I'm greedy right now, and I can't wait to taste you," I murmured before sucking him in deep again, swiping my tongue down the bottom of his cock because I loved it when he did that.I cupped his balls and tugged on them, then slipped a finger up to tease at his crack, thinking about how much he loved to be stuffed.

Backing off a little, I wet my middle finger and pressed it inside him, going gently because I didn't have lube, then holding him like that as I devoured his cock.

"Oh fuck, Ben, I'm going to come.Can I come?"He'd never felt more mine than when he asked that question.When he was writhing, begging for me.I made an affirmative sound, and he threw back his head with a moan, his cock jolting in my mouth as he shot a hot load of cum across my tongue.The taste of him was salty and a little bitter, and I wanted it all, so I licked and sucked him until he whimpered and said he felt too sensitive.I gave him a few last sucks, making sure I'd swallowed every drop, and he squirmed in my arms.

"Fuck," he whispered when I finally let his cock drop and looked up at him, my middle finger still wedged firmly in his ass."I love you so much, Ben.Every last part of me belongs to you."

I smiled at that, then shoved him down onto the bed, pushing my shorts out of the way and thrusting deep into his mouth.He sucked eagerly, swallowing my cock with a skill I could never get enough of.

"Such a good fucking boy," I murmured, thrusting deep."My love."

Sutton

Wehauledourbagsand all of Ben's books and art supplies to my SUV in the camp parking lot, then drove it up to park by his cabin.I wondered if there was something I should do with it.It was paid for by my father, insured by my father, and perhaps I should simply give it back to him.

But how could I do that without starting the confrontation that could ruin everything?

We spent the rest of the morning shopping at the grocery store in town, which felt as domestic as anything I'd ever done with a guy.And when we got back to his place, Ben went into the kitchen to unpack the groceries and make me lunch, ordering me to unpack my things in the bedroom.I couldn't hold back the smile as I filled up a few drawers he'd emptied for me.Maybe one day, the whole left side of the dresser would be mine, and maybe the left side of the closet, too.

What a ridiculous thing to dream about, really.But it somehow felt more like home than anywhere I'd ever lived.

Only two weeks.The voice in my head sounded a hell of a lot like my father, and I swallowed back a wave of despair, determined to make the most of the time.Carefully, I made the bed, then pulled out my supplies and stepped into his shower, cleaning up and prepping for him.

There was something soothing about the ritual of making sure I was ready to take him inside me.Something that made me truly feel like I was his.My body was at his disposal, and I loved the idea of being prepared for him to fuck me when he wanted to.I pulled on my sexiest jockstrap, excited to watch him ogle my body.

He looked up when I walked into the kitchen, his eyes honing in on my skimpy underwear.His expression turned ravenous as he abandoned the salad ingredients he was chopping on the counter and walked my way.I went to him automatically, and he tugged me close, kissing me wildly.

"I prepped in the shower."

His eyes widened, his pupils dilating, and he said nothing, running his hands over my nearly bare body.I was just as eager, ripping his fly down and palming his thick cock, desperate to stuff it inside me.

"Do you need to be fucked that badly, little slut?"he asked, manhandling me to where he needed me, shoving me against the counter, and spreading my cheeks.He left me in the jockstrap, and my cock hardened against the fabric as Ben licked my crack, then tongued my hole, making me whimper.The cool marble was delicious against my heated skin, a physical reminder that I was in his house, that I'd asked him to fuck me constantly over the next two weeks.

He was, apparently, committed to that plan, and he got started right away, backing off and smearing lube over my hole.With a swift motion, Ben slid his cock deep into my ass.I was used to his size by now, but still gasped at the intrusion.

"Fuck, Sutton," he whispered in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.He planted one hand on my hip and the other wrapped around my throat, controlling but not choking as he rolled his hips, burying himself deeper."You feel so good.Is this what you needed, my love?"

"Ben," I breathed, my voice strained with pleasure.The anxiety that had been gnawing at me all day began to fade as I focused on the sensation of Ben filling me completely.This was where I belonged; with him, connected in the most intimate way possible.

"Tell me you need me," Ben urged, his voice low and intense.My heart swelled at the vulnerability in his words.

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