Page 27 of Candy Hearts
He must have been quiet for too long—not counting his moans, which were loud and shameless—because William squeezed the ticklish pressure point above Benji’s knees.
“Keep going,” William said, letting Benji slip from his lips. “I want to know everything.” William was tense, a fine and constant tremble moving through his wide shoulders.
He was getting off on Benji’s words, but Benji wasn’t exactly eloquent when getting his dick sucked. Or ever.
“Okay. Mmmm. Crap. So, like I said, the lingerie isn’t sexual for me. Or, maybe, it’s only something I associate with sex when I’m in the mood for sex. But I’ve never worn it while having sex, as you may have realized after I almost cried all over you this afternoon … after you, God … after you made me splooge in my knickers.”
William let out a huffing noise, which Benji was certain was a laugh.
“I’ve always collected lingerie.” And taken pictures of himself in it, but William didn’t need to know that. “But I only recently started wearing it regularly.”
Once he’d decided he didn’t need to be what everyone else wanted him to be, he’d started donning it more freely. More often.
“I wear it nearly all the time now,” he explained. “For myself. I’m sure there are articles out there about why men enjoy wearing lacy underthings, but I haven’t delved that deeply into it.” Benji had to slam his eyes shut because William had started touching himself, and seeing his arm move was too much for Benji to handle. “I, yes. Oh God. Okay. I like to feel pretty. It gives me confidence. These stockings make my legs look long and smoothed out, but they also highlight my calf muscles. I’m tall and stacked, and I love how lingerie emphasizes that. That’s it!”
It was getting harder to talk, but it was like Benji had just discovered important and integral information about himself, and he couldn’t stop the words from pushing at his chest. He gasped them out. “I love … that I feel hot and strong and free when I’m wearing stuff like this. Even in … oh fuck, I’m getting close.”
William pulled off with a hard suck and pressed his forehead to Benji’s thigh. He seemed overwhelmed, and Benji wanted to soothe him. But he also loved the uncontrolled edge to William’s movements, as if he was barely hanging on.
Benji widened his legs, and William leaned in, licking one of Benji’s balls into his mouth. The soft, wet warmth made his legs clench and his toes curl in the stockings.
“Can’t keep talking, William. It’s too good.”
William dropped the ball from his mouth, and the sensation echoed up through Benji’s groin, filling it with heat. He felt like he could combust.
“That’s okay, baby. Sit back and let me spoil you. Try not to come.”
“Fuck. Okay.”
William alternated between Benji’s dick and his sac, changing focus every time Benji got worked up.
It was probably the most frustrating blowjob of Benji’s life.
Or the best.
Yes, definitely the best.
William moved his hands past Benji’s hip and up to his waist. Benji had been waiting for that. He’d been planning on it.
Almost there. Almost to the—
A loudthunkcame from the direction of the backyard. William jerked, and thank Cupid, did not bite Benji’s dick.
They stared at each other for a long second.
Anotherthunk.
Then an almighty crash.
Chapter Eight
Was William’s house cock-blocking them? Benji was suspicious.
“Is your house haunted?” he asked.
William took a deep breath. “I’ll go check it out.”
Benji didn’t really want William to leave, but that was what you did when your house made freaky noises, right? You didn’t ignore them.
