Page 13 of Candy Hearts
As William ran a hand through the come on Benji’s chest, pressing it into his skin, Benji was terrified he wouldn’t be able to keep up anymore. There was a quiet intensity to William. A subtlety. One Benji wasn’t sure he could reach or understand.
Or, maybe it wasn’t that Benjicouldn’tkeep up. Maybe it was that he was too scared to. There had to be a reason Benji usually fell for immature shitbags, right? Because even a five-minute blowie with someone who was not an immature shitbag was overwhelming. Like a rush of water and good feelings and fear drowning him. Confusing him.
He was in over his head. He realized it so suddenly, so absolutely that it terrified him.
Exhilarated him.
William pulled Benji to his feet and efficiently divested him of his overalls until he was standing there in nothing but a pink lace jock, the body harness that clipped to said jock, and blue wool socks. (ItwasFebruary. Wool socks were a must.)
William stared down at Benji’s underwear for an extended beat. The jock was boxer-brief style, and the lace was fairly opaque, so they weren’t Benji’s most revealing pair of panties. From the front.
“Heavens, you are gorgeous.”
“You are too.” Benji’s words seemed to startle William, because he glanced up, his eyes wide.
“I’m going to spoil you rotten.” William licked a stripe up the shallow dip between Benji’s pecs, gathering up the jizz there. Then he spun Benji around. “Oh. Hello. I wasnotexpecting that.”
William gave Benji’s exposed cheeks a squeeze. A draft of chilly air rushed over Benji, and he shivered.
“Are you cold, baby?” William asked.
“A bit.” God, but Benji was a sucker for endearments.
William unbuttoned his shirt and shed it before pressing against Benji’s back. When their skin slipped together, they both groaned. William kissed Benji’s ear. Then the hinge of his jaw. Then the join of his shoulder and neck.
“Kneel down,” William whispered in Benji’s ear.
“Oh.” Benji’s breath hitched in his throat, and he followed directions. He loved following directions. It felt like a revelation that William was letting him.
William nudged Benji forward until his knees were on the edge of the hearth. Then he reached over Benji to touch the brick header directly above the fireplace, then the screen in front of it.
“Put your hands right here. It won’t burn you,” William said. “Yeah, so perfect.”
The brick was warm to the touch but not blistering. The heat from the fire bled into him slowly. The rug cushioned his knees, and his hands rested above the firebox, his body an arc over the fireplace. The fire had burned down to embers behind the screen.
This scene would be perfect for his secret stash of lingerie photos, but he didn’t have the guts to pause the proceedings and ask William to play photographer.
“Warmer?” William asked, kneeling behind Benji.
“Yes.”
“Too hot?”
“No. It’s great. Hot but in a sexy way.”
Warmth bathed his skin, and he dropped his head between his arms. A drop of sweat rolled down the back of his neck and through the ditch between his shoulder blades.
William must have spotted the droplet because he followed the path with his tongue, a groan on his lips.
“You’re so pretty, sweetheart. Your skin is all hot and rosy and glowing from the fire. And fuck, you smell sexy. Spread those beautiful legs for me and arch your back … That’s it.”
Benji was helpless to do anything but follow orders, his butt sticking out, his palms on the fireplace.
William went to his knees behind Benji, grabbed a fistful of harness and a handful of ass, spread Benji open, and licked over his hole. Sparks burst behind Benji’s eyelids. Red sparks. Red, like love and lust and heat. That type of red. Sex red.
Good sex red.
“Oh God, oh God,” Benji whispered, his voice thready and thin. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had this. The last time he’d had sex that wasn’t stilted, that didn’t make him feel calculating and fake. Damn, he’d been having taupe sex.
