Page 16 of His Dirty Obsession
“I…I…shouldn’t.” This time, he stood and moved towards the door, but I could see the indecision on his face. He wanted to, I could tell, but at the same time, I knew he thought it was wrong.
“We’re two consenting adults, Ben. What’s so wrong about that?”
He paused in the doorway, looking down at the floor.
“It’s wrong.”
I didn’t understand his logic. Why was it wrong?
“Tell me why. Make me understand why we both can’t have what we clearly want. I know you want me, and I’ve wanted you from the first day I saw you. Don’t tell me you don’t feel the pull. I know you’ve felt it. You’ve watched me, you’ve seen me come more than once, and those acts of voyeurism made me come harder than I ever have.”
He still hadn’t walked away, and I hoped he wouldn’t, that he’d turn back to me. I ploughed on, trying to make him see what we could have.
“I did it all for you, Ben.I put on those shows for you so that you’d look. I wanted you to watch me, wanted you to want me. Do you want me, Ben?”
The light in the room was dim, but I saw him nod, and that was all I needed.
“Then let’s go to bed. You and me. There’s so much I want you to do to me.” I’d top if he wanted me to. I’d done it in the past, but I preferred to bottom. Nothing beat the feel of a man sliding into you until he was balls deep.
I brushed past him, grabbing his hand as I did so, not caring whose room we ended up in, as long as there was a bed.
Mine was the closest. He had the biggest bed, and that’s where we ended up, moments later.
Whether it was being in his room or maybe because he’d had time to think about what was going to happen between us, but it was as if a switch flipped inside of his head.
As we stepped through the door, he whirled around, pinning me against the wall, his eager mouth finding mine. I groaned as he grabbed my hands and lifted them above my head, holding them there as his other hand opened the button on my jeans.
Yes, this was what I wanted.
His tongue found mine as we battled for control, our heads moving this way and that, our breathing noisy. He pulled back time and time again and had me chasing his lips so I could bite them, suck on them, lick them.
I moved my hands from above my head down to my jeans. This wasn’t moving quickly enough. We both needed to be naked.
“Leave them there. I’ll do it.” His voice was almost a growl, and my cock grew harder at his command.
He dropped to the floor, pulling my jeans down to my knees, but he didn’t remove them. My dick strained against the fabric of my briefs, a wet patch forming as drop after drop of precum leaked from the head.
Ben nuzzled into me, mouthing my cock, his warm breath feeding my need for him. His teeth grazed the head, and I almost came there and then.
“Stop, please!”
“You don’t like that?” He looked up at me from his place on the floor.
“I love it, but I want this to last longer than a few seconds. We’ve got all night.”
“Too right we do, and I don’t intend to go easy on you. But first…”
He pulled my briefs down, releasing my cock. Another reason I preferred to bottom; I was a struggle for some men. I had lengthandgirth, but Ben had no problem with that as he engulfed me, taking half of me down his throat in one go.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Ben.” I bucked my hips forward, almost choking him, but he didn’t pull off, just gripped my thighs so I couldn’t move away. He continued to deep throat me, sucking and licking the head. There was no way he could take all of me. Whatever he was doing had me so close to coming; he needed to stop.
I realised I still had my hands above my head. His command to leave them there triggered something in me. There was no way I’d disobey him, but this couldn’t carry on.
“Stop, please!” I repeated my earlier words and pushed him away. He released me with a pop, the sudden rush of cool air sending a thrill through me.
“I’ll come too soon, and I don’t want to. Not yet, anyway.”
He stood and removed his clothes, throwing them into the laundry bin.
