Page 106 of Operation Sunshine
A heartbeat later, both of them were writhing, gasping, grinding against each other until they were both slick with sweat. Ben yanked Franco’s briefs down, took his cock in hand, and stroked it with a rhythm that made Franco’s vision blur.
Franco was about to lose it when Ben slowed, pressing tender kisses along his jaw, coupled with soft, lingering caresses down his chest, soothing instead of demanding. The contradiction made Franco shiver. “Ben…”
Ben lifted his head, his gaze locked on Franco’s. “I want all of it tonight. Every side of you. Fast, slow, hard, soft—I don’t care. I just need you.”
Franco swallowed, the words like a punch straight to his heart. “Then take me, however you want. However many ways you want.”
Franco’s words detonated inside him, his need surging like wildfire. Ben’s hand shook as he reached for the lube, slicking his fingers before parting Franco’s thighs. The sight of him spread out, trembling, his eyes blazing, undid every piece of Ben’s carefully built armour.
He pressed one finger in, slow and deliberate, listening to the hitch in Franco’s breathing. God, he’d missed this, missed seeinghim unravel inch by inch. Ben crooked his finger, and Franco arched.
“Andthere’sthe magic button.”
“Now that you’ve found it, stay there.” Franco gasped, and Ben loved the way he stared open-mouthed, his breathing ragged, his belly taut. Ben worked him open with patience, adding another finger, stroking over Franco’s prostate until curses fell constantly from his lips as he demanded more.
Kissing Franco while Ben’s fingers were buried up to the knuckle in Franco’s body raised the heat level to unbearable.
“Please,” Franco begged, his hips rocking, his voice raw. “Stop teasing. I need you inside me. Now.”
Ben’s shaft throbbed at the plea. He slicked himself, lined up, and pushed in, savouring the heat, the way Franco’s body clenched around him, pulling him deeper. Franco tipped his head back, a strangled moan ripping free.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Ben groaned, burying himself fully with a shudder. “So goddamn good.”
He started slow, rolling his hips, every thrust deep and steady, every kiss tender and grounding. Franco clung to him, his nails scoring Ben’s back, gasping his name like a prayer. Ben angled his thrusts, watching Franco’s face, and when he found the right spot he adjusted his rhythm, ready to make Franco lose it.
Ben leaned over, his lips brushing Franco’s ear.
“You feel so good,” he whispered, kissing Franco’s neck. “You havenoidea how beautiful you are when I’m inside you.”
Franco’s low moan fuelled his arousal.
“I know what you like.” Ben kissed him again, this time on the lips. “Sometimes you like to be pounded until you forget your name, but most of the time—like now—you want it deep and intimate, slow enough to make you melt into the bed.”
Franco’s eyes were huge. “Oh my God, youknowme.” Ben ground his pelvis against Franco’s perineum, his tongue going deep, and Franco fed him a long, drawn-out groan of pleasure.
Ben nodded, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of Franco coming apart. He curled his fingers around Franco’s dick, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
“Let go,” he whispered. “I’ll give you whatever you need to get you there.”
Franco managed a sharp nod, his breath leaving him in staccato bursts.
Ben switched it up, alternating between leisurely deep strokes of his cock, building tension, and fast, shallow thrusts that made Franco beg for more. Now and then, Ben would pause, teasing, until Franco’s cry bounced off the walls and ceiling.
“Tell me what you want,” Ben demanded, his lips grazing Franco’s neck.
Franco’s teeth caught his ear, his voice breaking in a growl. “Harder, Ben. Harder. Don’t hold back.”
Something inside Ben snapped. He pulled virtually all the way out, then slammed back in, setting a brutal pace that had Franco crying out, writhing under him. Their bodies collided, frantic and wild, the sharp slap of skin against skin filling the room.
Franco met every thrust with equal desperation, his eyes glazed, lips parted on helpless moans. “Yes—God, yes, don’t stop—”
Ben kissed him hard, swallowing his cries, driving into him as if he could carve the memory of this night into both their bones. His hand found Franco’s cock once more, stroking in time, relentless, until Franco’s entire body seized, his orgasm tearing through him, Ben’s name a broken shout that filled the room.
The tight grip around his cock dragged Ben over the edge seconds later. He pulsed into Franco with a guttural groan, collapsing against him, his chest heaving, every nerve alight.
For a long moment they lay wrapped in each other’s arms, sweat-slick and trembling, Ben aware of Franco’s pounding heart against his own. He buried his face in Franco’s neck, whispering the words he couldn’t keep in a second longer.
“You’re mine. Always mine.”
