Page 32 of Destined Prey
“Ditto.” Ben caressed Jack’s thighs, then his hips. “Come on up here and let me taste you.”
Jack began to scoot up, intending to move so he could place his knees beside Ben’s shoulders.
But Ben stroked down to Jack’s dick, fisting it with one hand, while cupping Jack’s sac with the other. “Perfect,” Ben said, giving his sac a little squeeze, nothing too much or painful. “Love a handful.” He rolled Jack’s balls. “Mmm, want them in my mouth, too.”
Like Jack was going to argue about that. He’d never been worshipped there; the first wet flick broke something open in him that was half laughter, half helpless sound.
Ben let go. “Come on. Give ’em to me.” Jack moved, then he lifted his balls and rubbed them over Ben’s mouth. “Like that?” He wasn’t sure how he meant it but seeing his sac on Ben’s lips was damned erotic.
And when Ben licked, it was as if Jack’s head spun. “Oh, yeah. Fuck yes.” He moved his balls again, then Ben sucked, and Jack’s eyes damn near crossed as pleasure shot along his nerve endings.
He let go of his sac and let Ben have at it. Ben licked and sucked on Jack’s balls while rubbing and pinching Jack’snipples, and Jack could only rock his hips and moan, bracing his hands against the headboard as he did so.
Ben then brought one hand down to Jack’s shaft and guided it to his lips.
Jack canted his hips and ignored the slight pain in his side. The second Ben sucked his cockhead into his wet, warm mouth, Jack forgot about any discomfort. He let the blissful sensations roll over him, moving slowly at first, then rushing throughout his body when he began to push his dick deeper and deeper, until he breached Ben’s throat.
“Fuck,” Jack whispered, staring down at the amazing sight of Ben’s mouth stretched wide around his dick.
Ben winked at him, then swallowed, and Jack couldn’t keep back the moan, couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer.
When he rocked his hips back, Ben turned his head and Jack’s cock slipped from his mouth.
Ben clutched Jack’s ass. “Gimme.”
Jack braced, not from shyness but from the sheer, greedy anticipation gathering at the base of his spine.
Jack moved up, Ben scooted down a few inches, then Ben parted Jack’s cheeks and dove right in.
Jack had expected a few licks first to break him in, but no, Ben pressed his tongue to Jack’s hole and pushed. At the same time, he pulled Jack’s cheeks farther apart, giving him a good stretch, making him really feel every bit of Ben’s tongue against his pucker.
Jack cupped his own balls and lifted, keeping them off Ben’s face, then began to move, rolling his hips, fucking himself on that slick tongue.
He felt Ben’s approval inside, heard it in the rumbling sound he made, felt it again against that most sensitive skin. Jack kept his movements small, letting Ben rim him and drive him to new heights of pleasure.
It wasn’t just approval—it was pride, hot and bright, like Ben wanted the whole world to know what was his. Jack trembled at the thought and rocked harder.
Jack could only grunt as he squirmed and tried to get more of that tongue in his ass. He wanted Ben to fill him up, to stretch him unlike anyone else had, tomatewith him. Jack couldn’t articulate any of that. All he could do was shudder and try not to grind down on Ben’s face.
When Ben worked a spit-slick finger in beside his tongue, Jack moaned and dropped his head back, his breaths coming in gusts as he soaked in the feeling of what Ben was doing to him. He needed to touch his dick, but had one hand cupping his balls still, and the other supporting him, pressed against the headboard.
The second finger brought more fullness, but still not enough. Ben wiggled them and brushed over Jack’s gland, and Jack almost came on the spot.
Then he was moving, forcing himself to rise, because fingers and tongue weren’t enough anymore.
Jack moved on shaking legs, getting himself to one side of Ben, reaching for the nightstand where he’d unpacked the condoms he’d brought with him from his former home. He’d done it unthinkingly, and now was glad for it. He plucked out the lube, too, then handed the condom to Ben.
“You do that. I’ll do this.” Jack opened the bottle and poured lube into his palm. He closed the lid, then tossed the bottle toward the foot of the bed.
Remembering Ben’s wink, Jack gave one back to Ben before turning around, presenting Ben with a view of his ass— and what he was going to do with it. Jack pulled his left ass cheek aside. He began to rub the lube down and around his hole, then pushed two fingers in as deep as he could manage.
“Fuck,” Ben drawled. “The sight you make… I’ll be lucky to last a minute. I’m gonna embarrass myself.”
“You’ll last,” Jack informed him. “You’ll last until I’m ready for you to come.”
Power shimmered through him at Ben’s answering shiver; control didn’t feel like armor here—it felt like trust laid gently in his hands
Ben moaned, and Jack heard the familiar sound of a condom being put on. He and Alex had never fucked without one, and he wondered if he and Ben would get to where they could.
