Page 96 of Dead Serious with Benefits
“Here?” I asked, my eyes going wide.
“You’re goddamn right,” he said in a low voice that brooked no opposition. Not that it was necessary, arguing was not at the forefront of my mind.
Mostly because I was watching him undo his pants quickly, leaning over and holding himself up as he jerked one leg off over his shoe. That was when I realized the devious, not-so-little man had decided to wear one of his nice suits without a stitch of underwear. His ass was bare, and his cock was hard, jutting out in front of him as he bent over to deal with my pants as well.
“Careful,” I grumbled when his nail nicked my hip as he tried to get into my underwear. “Sloppy.”
“Shush,” he snorted as I reached down to help him. In truth, his eagerness was endearing even if it was making him sloppy. No, it was because he was so hurried and sloppy that I could feel a fierce fondness welling inside me.
I had been so distracted by what he was doing and how he was acting that I hadn’t realized how hard I was until I reached into my underwear to free myself. Ward wasted no time taking me into his hand, sliding his butt further down my legs so he could lean forward and take me into his mouth.
All the way, instantly.
I wasn’t ready, and I gasped louder than I meant, considering we were outside, on his parents’ estate, where anyone could walk up. All of that was forgotten as I felt the tip of my dick slide into the warm, wet grip of his throat. I bucked up into his mouth, crushing my hips against his nose as my hands tightened in his hair.
A shaking gasp left me as he pulled back, only to take me down to the root again, squeezing his throat muscles around me and leaving me unable to do anything more than give ragged gasps. A surplus of enthusiasm was not going to get in the way of him doing this the right way by his standards, and I didn’t possess the brain power to protest.
“Oh God,Ward,” I breathed out fiercely as the wet noises pierced through the sound of the wind. It was sloppy, it was eager, and it was going to drive me insane as he bobbed and sucked, making sure every part of his mouth and throat worked in tandem to make me steadily lose my mind.
I writhed on the bench until he pulled off, and I groaned in protest. He thrust forward so his ass came down to hold my cock against my stomach, leaning forward to kiss me with a shuddering breath. My head spun, and I didn’t know if I should at least try to think clearly and look out for someone approaching from the path or just give in to what was happening.
He opened the package, and my eyes locked onto the cool liquid. He oozed it onto his hand before reaching around to grab hold of me. I hissed slightly as the cold lube touched my heatedcock, but it was a small price to pay for what was about to happen. I no longer cared if someone walked up and saw us; all that mattered was that this wonderful, complicated, sometimes difficult man was naked from the waist down and wanted me inside him as soon as possible.
“I’d love to make this long and sweet, but we don’t have the couple of hours I want to take,” he said as he gripped the base of my cock and adjusted his body so he was hovering over my groin. “But when we get back to my room, I’m going to see how long we can last before we lose our minds.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” I promised as he eased back, and I felt the warmth of his hole press against the hypersensitive head of my dick.
“Let me just…” His hips jerked, and I grunted as the tip of my dick went from feeling the chill of the evening ocean wind to suddenly being wrapped in the hottest grip possible. His eyes closed, and I saw his jaw clench, but he let out a breath and gave me a beautiful smile, “get that part over with real quick so we can get to the good part.”
“We could have waited until we had more time to prep you,” I said with a frown, even as the rest of my brain told me to shut the hell up and let him do this.
“Maybe you, with your deep well of patience, could have waited, but not me,” he said as he eased himself down onto me.
No matter how patient he thought I was, it took a great deal to lie on that cold slab of rock that made up the bench. The feel of him was tight and warm, enticing me to move, to dosomethingas he eased himself down. The raw, instinctual animal inside me wanted to push up into him, to grip his hips and bury myself in one swift push, not caring about anything but the pleasure I was feeling, a pleasure that wasn’t nearly as great as it would be if I could just be completely inside himright now.
I didn’t do that, though; I didn’t want to hurt him. I wanted us to enjoy what was happening, even if it was the wrong time and place. Ward had affected me from the start; he always found a way, without trying, to make me forget caution and reason, to forget what was right and what should be held off. All I could think about was the intensity of his eyes as he stared down into my face, pushing me into him, while his body slid down untilfinallythere was the pressure of his ass on my hips.
“I’m probably going to feel that later,” he chuckled in a thin voice while I felt myself throbbing inside him.
“You can take it out on my ass later,” I promised as I tried to keep myself in check. It had been ages since I’d felt so enamored, so wrapped up in someone when it came to sex. I had come to believe my time for that extreme emotion was gone. Except, Ward was making me lose all sense of reason and propriety, all because he wanted to fuck on a bench on his parents’ property. I was so wrapped up in his lust for me, his need for it, that I couldn’t find it in myself not to be a willing passenger, a gleeful target for his desire.
“Do you remember?” he said as I felt him loosening up, which made it all the harder to lie there and feel him wrapped around me.
“Remember what?” I asked through clenched teeth.
He leaned forward, his eyes close to mine, and our lips brushing. “When I said I wanted to ride you till you see stars?”
My stomach twisted pleasantly. “I do recall that, yes.”
“Well, how about I ride you under the stars instead?”
“God, yes.”
I reached up as I felt him move, my hands clasping his thighs so I wasn’t tempted to grab his hips and take over. As quick as he had been to get me inside him, he was much more measured and careful as he picked himself up and then froze when we realizedI hadjustslipped out. With a huff, he reached behind and took hold of me before sliding down again.
I swore softly as I felt myself enter him again, but this time the complete slide into his body was all the way down the base. My body screamed for more as my fingers twitched against his thighs, trying not to dig in so tightly that I left marks. Instead, I let him rock back and forth, only going halfway before he slid back down, but gradually picking up the pace.
It was exactly what I’d hoped for, and I groaned as I felt him flex around me when he reached the head and slid back down. The sensation was like opening him up again, but this time with more speed, and I groaned, wrapping my hands around the back of his thighs to feel the muscles as he worked up a steady rhythm.
