Page 34 of Candy Hearts
If William didn’t show by 11:35 p.m., he’d eat a piece of Valentine’s Day candy and go to sleep.
If William didn’t show by 11:40 p.m., he’d drink the sparkling cider he’d smuggled up here and eat two pieces of Valentine’s Day candy. Then straight to bed.
If William didn’t show up by 11:45 p.m., he’d jerk off.
If William didn’t show up by midnight, he’d allow himself to come.
The door creaked open at 11:58 p.m., and William stuck his head into the room, as if he were scared of waking Benji up.
He didn’t wake Benji up. Benji was alreadyup. William banged his head into the doorframe. Then he banged the door into his knee as he hurriedly shut it behind him.
If William was trying to sneak in quietly, he’d failed.
Benji could imagine the sight he presented, laying on his back facing the door. Fucking himself with the Swamp Monster Everglides Dildo. A few strokes of his fist away from coming.
“You took a long time,” Benji panted. “Wasn’t sure you were coming.”
“Hold up.” William’s voice was guttural and harsh.
Benji held up because he was nothing if not willing to follow William’s every whim.
William tore his sweatshirt over his head and shucked his flannel pajama bottoms off, leaving himself in nothing but those fuck-hot tighty-whities. Then he crawled onto the bed and kneeled beside Benji. Almost absently, William trailed a rose petal along Benji’s ribs, right above the top of the garter belt.
“Beautiful. In this. Beautiful all the time. But damn,in this,” William said. “Keep going. Let me watch you.”
Benji was all arms, what with one hand on his cock, one on the dildo up his ass, his legs bent awkwardly so he could reach, but he also felt sexier than he’d ever felt in his entire life.
William moved that rose petal along Benji’s collarbone, and the muscles in Benji’s groin tightened, as if they were attached to this weird bone in his chest. Fucking fuck, William was teaching him new things about his body. Evidently every part of him was an erogenous zone if it was lightly grazed by a fucking rose petal.
Romance, man.
“I’m sorry it took me so long,” William whispered. “I didn’t mean to leave you hanging.”
“You didn’t.” Benji’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he had to let his cock go for a second. Having William in the room, watching him—Benji really liked being watched, being on display, being photographed—well, it ratcheted up the intensity of everything, especially the punch against his prostate, which honestly, had already been overwhelming pre-William. Once he wasn’t a breath away from coming, Benji said, “Glad I waited for you, though.”
William caught Benji’s hand, the hand that had just left his cock, and brought it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the palm. Even that, even a tiny kiss on his hand, made his stomach flutter.
“Me too.” William gently lifted Benji’s arm above his head. The rose petal in his hand had gone floppy from handling, so he picked up another.
The feathery light tickle of the petal down his triceps had Benji twisting and an odd whining noise slipping from his mouth.
“Okay?” William asked.
“Uh-huh.” Benji was so focused on the simple touch of the petal as it travelled over the tendon of his armpit that he stopped fucking himself. “You have a thing for armpits,” he was able to say as William brushed the rose petal back up Benji’s arm.
“Yes. Sorry. I can stop.” William’s gaze was riveted to Benji’s face.
“It’s okay. I think I like it, but want … I don’t know.”
More, more.
Benji stared up into William’s eyes, and William didn’t blink as he leaned down and kissed the soft skin below Benji’s pit hair.
Benji moaned. Loud.
“Please, William.”
“Yes, baby. I’ve got you.”
