Page 49 of Destined Prey
“Barghest, but let’s not talk about him.” Ben pulled off the T-shirt Jack had loaned him after they’d showered. “Let’s not talk about anything but us and what you’re going to do to me. Fuck me.”
Heat knotted low in Ben’s belly, but under it was a softer ache—gratitude so big it almost hurt.
Jack kissed him, a demanding, hungry press of lips and tongue and teeth, then he stepped back. “Yes.” He laid out the lube and a condom, placing both on the nightstand before he sat on the bed. “I’m all for that. Take the sweats off, slowly.”
Ben wondered just how slowly one could remove their sweats. He managed to make it last for half a minute, max, easing the fabric down to just under his butt and balls before it slid the rest of the way to his ankles.
“Oops?”
“Perfect,” Jack said. “Bend over to pull them off the rest of the way.”
Ben flushed, thrilled at how shameless he could be with someone who kept making him feel wanted down to the marrow.
Ben could have stepped out of them, but he got it. He turned his back to Jack, then took his time bending down, putting on a show he hoped didn’t look ridiculous.
Judging by the sudden, intense arousal coming from Jack, Ben supposed he was doing a good job of stripping and teasing.
“Stay just like that,” Jack ordered. Ben heard the bedsprings squeak. “Just like—” There came footsteps. “…that.” Jack cupped Ben’s ass. “Sweet, Ben. You’ve got a gorgeous ass.”
Ben would have said thanks, but Jack spread his cheeks, then warm air rushed over his hole a second before something wet and even warmer followed.
“Oh. Oh!” Ben’s legs wobbled as Jack licked his opening again.
Jack pressed his lips against Ben’s hole, kissing him. Then he moved his hands down to Ben’s left leg. “Up.”
Ben raised his foot up, and Jack tugged the sweats off that leg.
“Right one.” Jack stripped the sweats off completely, then grasped Ben’s cheeks and parted them. “Such a tiny, tight hole. I’m going to take my time getting you ready.”
“You just might kill me doing that,” Ben got out against the knot of desire building in his chest.
“Hmm, no, you’re not gonna die from this.” Jack seemed to push his whole face into Ben’s crack. He licked and nipped at Ben’s sensitive skin, fondled his balls and the spot behind them. Then he pressed his tongue into Ben’s hole, and Ben couldn’t keep back the guttural moan that escaped him.
Jack’s tongue is in me! In me!He felt Jack’s amusement at that but even more, Jack’s lust, his need for Ben.
Ben’s legs quivered again. “J-Jack, I need—” Something harder, thicker than a tongue breached him. “Finger,” he said as it registered. Anticipation sparking into awe, he let himself open, trusting Jack with places he’d never given to anyone.
“Yes, baby, that’s one finger, and you’re so,sotight around it.” Jack nipped him on the buttock. “So tight.”
Ben clenched and decided he liked that finger up his ass.
“Turn around with me. I want you to kneel beside the bed, elbows on the mattress. Give me this sweet ass of yours,” Jack said.
“You might have to help me,” Ben replied.
“Yeah, I’m going to be right here, fingering you while you do it.”
That seemed so dirty and perfect and hot. Ben carefully turned around, moving slow and gasping when Jack’s finger glanced over something inside of him.
Ben knew what it was after the swell of pleasure. “Prostate.”
“Yeah, ain’t that a fun bit to have touched?” Jack did it again.
Ben swore softly. “I’m not gonna make it to the bed if you keep that up.”
“I bet you can,” Jack dared.
Ben ground his teeth together as he continued on his way to the bed, with Jack caressing his prostate almost nonstop. By the time he lowered himself to his knees, Ben was sweating and trying not to beg to come.
