Page 11 of Candy Hearts
New rule: if a guy couldn’t fuck or be fucked by Benji while he was wearing pink lace, then they didn’t deserve his frankly fantastic ass. Or mouth. Or hand.
Chapter Four
William’s head was a mess of want and fear. He was scared he was going to fuck this up. The way Benji had asked William if he liked this told William this was a sensitive subject for the beautiful man in front of him. It was hard not to just pull Benji close and take him apart.
William was attracted to the unexpected. He enjoyed being surprised because, honestly, it didn’t happen very often, but Benji had been surprising the shit out of him from the moment he’d arrived.
Benji’s collarbones were calling to William, so he leaned forward in the chair and slid his lips over the sharply jutting bone. The harness strap at Benji’s shoulder brushed William’s cheek. It was silky and body warm.
“Were you worried?” William asked.
“’Bout what?” Benji’s voice had gone lazy and slurred.
“That I wouldn’t be into this.” William ran a hand lazily over Benji’s chest and the pink straps there.
“Yeah.”
“Why? You’re beautiful.”
Benji dropped his head back on a groan, showing off the sexiest Adam’s apple William had ever seen. William licked it.
Benji smelled like candy and ginger beer, and it was such a happy scent, so alive and sweet and dirty that William couldn’t hold in a rumbly growl.
“Want you in my mouth,” Benji said. “Bet I could make you come so fast.”
“Yeah? How fast?”
“Five minutes. Tops.”
Seeing Benji on his knees, all trussed up in that strappy getup, had William trembling with need. William would be lucky if he made it thirty seconds.
“What are the stakes?” he asked.
Benji lipped lightly at William’s foreskin. “If I win, you spoil me. However you want to spoil me.”
The hair on William’s neck stood on end. “And if you lose?”
“I won’t. You won’t let me.”
William laughed. He wasn’t used to playing these types of games, and it wasn’t as if he had a bunch of phone battery to spare, but this was a worthy use of it, he thought. He set a timer on his phone for five minutes. “Do your worst.”
Benji grinned and held eye contact as he closed his mouth over William’s tip.
A weird dizziness hit William as his body flushed hot. “You are so sweet, aren’t you?”
Benji moaned, his mouth going slightly sloppy as he took William deeper. Benji had reacted each time William had said something nice. He was starting to get a handle on the gorgeous man in front of him. Benji enjoyed taking orders, and he loved compliments. It was the easiest thing in the world for William to open his mouth and let praise gush out. He wanted to milk all the sounds out of Benji. All the shivers and sighs and moans.
This ten-second blowjob had already outstripped the sex William was used to, and he loved it. Not that he’d had much sex recently. Too busy. Too stressed to enjoy it. Too picky. Too worried about leading on the person he slept with when he didn’t have the energy to commit. Wanting commitment more than almost anything in the entire world. He was a mess, basically, and it hadn’t been fair to draw other people into that circle of fucked up. But now he was ready.
And what was he doing?
Screwing around with a younger man whom he’d known for less than three hours, a guy who wasn’t interested in anything serious. A fake valentine.
Hell, William hadn’t slept with a man in years. But here they were, and he refused to regret it.
How could he ever regret it when Benji looked like a piece of high-dollar erotic art? Perfectly tousled. Cheeks a delicious shade of pink. Straps of expensive pink fabric highlighting his shining, tan skin. Mouth full of cock. God, William wished he could take a picture.
Beyond that though, he was enamored by Benji’s teasing voice, his sudden bouts of shyness, and his insane courage. William suspected he could find himself withfeelingsfor this man if he wasn’t careful.
