Page 12 of Candy Hearts
Benji popped off William’s cap, giving a bit of extra attention to the foreskin. “Time’s ticking, William. You gonna fuck my face or not?”
“Will you let me come on you?” William couldn’t believe those words had escaped him. He hadn’t planned on them.
“As long as it’s not on my face, sure.”
“Deal.”
William hooked his thumb in Benji’s mouth, held it open, and pushed back inside. His fingers curved over Benji’s sharp jaw and caressed it. Benji’s eyelashes fluttered, and he placed his hands very deliberately on the arms of the chair, ceding even more control to William. William flexed his hips, pressing slightly deeper into Benji’s mouth.
“This okay, sweetheart?”
Benji whimpered, nodded, and jutted his face forward, taking William to the root.
“Oh, fuck me. That’s good, Benji. You’re so good.”
Benji pulled back for a breath, then did it again, deep-throating William so perfectly he could hardly control himself.
“Keep doing that. Want you to make me come while I pet you all over, show you how perfect you are.” William scraped a hand through Benji’s hair, then trailed his hand over the back of Benji’s neck, down to his chest, and back up to his armpit.
William had a thing for armpits. There was probably an evolutionary explanation for that. Pheromones or something? He didn’t care about the reason. He just knew he liked it.
As his fingertips skimmed over Benji’s sensitive skin, he focused on Benji’s reaction. Some people hated it. They were too ticklish there, or it was too weird for them.
Benji let out a gut-wrenching moan—a moan that was satisfyingly muffled by William’s cock. It was an orgasm noise. Or an almost-orgasm noise. Which was the fastest way to make William come.
Lingerie. Noises. Armpits. Maybe that was William’s knockout punch, because a throbbing pleasure radiated out from the base of his spine to the pit of his stomach. His balls ached.
“Close, baby,” William whispered. He fucked into Benji’s mouth hard three, then four times.
Benji quaked and tried to take William deeper, his noises dirty and desperate.
William ripped Benji off his cock almost viciously. Benji cried out at the loss, his lips wet and red and puffy, his eyes wide and dazed.
William dropped his palm to his spit-soaked cock and stroked himself twice before painting Benji’s chest and neck with his spunk. It fell in pulses over the pink silk straps of Benji’s harness, dripping down his pecs onto his abs.
Pleasure rained down on William’s body from every direction, making him feel heavy and sated and whole. Once the last shiver had traveled through him, William cupped Benji’s face with both hands. “God, look at you.”
A sudden shrill ringing made William jump, but Benji didn’t flinch at the sound of the timer.
No, Benji smiled up at him and said, “I won.”
* * *
Winner winner, chicken dinner.
Benji hadn’t realized how much he’d love splooge on his chest. It wasn’t normally his thing.
William’s adoring gaze helped. It was romantic. Romantically fucking dirty.
Benji wanted to crawl into William’s lap and kiss him, but William hadn’t kissed him on the mouth yet. What if there was a reason for that? Maybe William didn’t kiss his random hookups?
Benji wasn’t certain he wanted this to be random, not after William had said, “Likeyou. Like you in it,” when Benji had first revealed his harness.
This felt personal.
And weren’t they fake valentines? If you couldn’t kiss your valentine, who could you kiss?
Maybe this really wasn’t such a great idea.
