Page 34 of His Dirty Obsession
“What do you mean? Why you? You’re hot, funny. Did I mention hot? I don’t understand what you mean.”
“You could have any man you wanted. I just wondered why you chose me. I’m not exactly…”
“Don’t you fucking dare do that, Ben. I like who I like. It’s not always about looks or muscles.” I turned onto my side now, looking him deep in the eyes. It was important he understood this…understood me.
“I connected with you the moment we met. Yes, there was attraction there, and the more I got to know you, the more I liked you and the more I wanted to spend time with you. Morning coffee, evening meals. I loved doing that with you. I’ll admit sex is important, and especially so with you.”
“I thought it was all about the sex with you. That’s why I held off a little. I suppose I wanted to be sure that it wasn’t just the watching that turned you on, that itwasme.”
Was this the time I told him I wanted it to be more? As much as I loved experimenting with Ben, I wanted a proper relationship with him.
“I want to make it official…but only if you do. I’ll not force you into something you don’t want, but I like what we have, what we do, and I don’t want to do it with anyone else.” I shrugged one shoulder, waiting for his reply. I’d put myself out there. It was up to him what he did with it.
“Official, you say, like ‘going steady’? You want that with me?” He looked a little shocked, although I wasn’t sure why. We’d been doing this for a couple of weeks now, and I’d only been getting deeper into this with him.
I nodded again. It’s what I wanted.
He was quiet for a few moments before turning on his side, holding my hands.
“I want that too. It started off as me watching you, then I wanted you, more than anything. Now I’ve had you, it just makes me want you more, and I’m not sure that feeling will ever go away.”
“So…we’re like a proper couple now?” I asked.
“I think the cat was out of the bag last night, don’t you? We weren’t exactly subtle.” He smiled sheepishly, and I remembered how we’d been with each other.
We hadn’t been subtle at all. From the kiss outside the theatre to the constant touching at the bar, we’d made it clear.
“So, if we’re making it official, maybe you should just move all your stuff up here into my room. I like you in my bed. I don’t care if you come in late. I want you to sleep here with me.”
I snuggled in next to him as he kissed my forehead.
“Get some more sleep. We’ll sort it out later,” he murmured. He was already half asleep, but I did as he asked anyway and closed my eyes, smiling.
Chapter 14
Ben
Ithadbeenacouple of weeks since we’d made it ‘official’, but in no way had it had any effect on our relationship.
If anything, we’d become closer, spending more time together both in and outside the bedroom. The sex was incredible. He was open to almost anything, and we’d experimented with the many toys he had stashed in his nightstand. We played for hours, stretching him, getting him ready for me before I’d slide home, balls deep.
This morning was no exception, and while I would have loved to spend hours inside him, we had to go to my parents’ home for their party.
“Fuck me harder, Ben,” he grunted.
Xavier was in his favourite position, on all fours, his arse on full display. I’d rimmed him, working him open with my tongue and fingers until he shouted for me to fuck him. I listened, then ignored him, using his new toy, a rather large dildo, while he writhed and moaned, his hands clutching at the sheet, screaming into his pillow.
“You like that?” I knew what else he liked too, and I slapped his arse cheek, leaving a red mark. My lover liked it when I got dominant with him and always did what he was told. He quivered beneath me, dropping his chest to the bed, presenting his arse to me.
The temptation was too great now, and I withdrew the dildo, replacing it with my cock. After much discussion, we’d decided to get tested and forgo the condoms. Neither of us liked them, and doing away with them had heightened the sensations for both of us.
I fucked him, gripping his hips tight, no doubt leaving finger marks. He loved it rough and ready.
He wanted to touch himself; I knew he did, but rules were rules. Not until I said so, and that time was nearing. I could feel my orgasm edging closer. Any. Second. Now.
“Do it,” I urged him. “Come for me.”
I shouted as I came, throwing my head back in pure ecstasy. My cock pulsed time and time again, filling his arse with my spunk. This would never get old. I slowed my breathing and gently withdrew, watching as a dribble of my cum dripped from his arse. I scooped it up and reached around to feed it to him. He licked at my fingers, savouring every drop.
