Page 62 of Riding Pine
“Yeah. You like it?” He turns and shakes his tight little ass at me.
Grabbing his hips, I push him hard into the wall, and anoomphforces from his lungs. “Sorry.” I drop a kiss onto his neck, and my hand remains pressed to his back. “Don’t move.”
Dropping to my knees, I pull the string aside and debate about ripping it off, but choose to keep it. Pushing the string to the side, I spread him open and bring my mouth to his hole. He juts his ass out, inviting me to keep going, and I eat him until I’m afraid he might scratch the paint off the wall with his fingers.
“Lukas…” Lord, my name moaning from his lips is something I could listen to for days.
Rising from the floor, I turn him around to find him so far gone I should laugh. Pink cheeks and glazed eyes, hair all mussed up from rubbing his head on the wall. He’s gorgeous, and he’s mine. Not in the way that he belongs to me, but more like he’s the one who fits in the space of my heart.
“You okay, baby?”
He nods. “Fucking amazing.”
Ben wobbles, and I hold his hips. “Can you keep standing for a minute?”
“Yep, longer for you.”
It’s only two strides to reach the nightstand where I keep the lube, and after ditching my boxers, I slick myself up while Ben watches. He bites his lip as he stares, and his breath is ragged, like it might be a struggle to breathe. “Like what you see?”
He nods enthusiastically, and I step back into his face. “Remember the night we first met? I wanted you so damn badly. I still do.”
“I can’t do a handstand right now,” he breathes. “I don’t have the strength.”
“You don’t have to. I got you.”
Our breaths turn to pants as we come together, and Ben jumps into my arms when I lift him up. He wraps an arm around my shoulder and reaches back with his other hand to spread his ass. “I need to go hard, babe. Can you handle that?”
“Yeah. I might have pre-gamed a little by myself today waiting for this.”
My eyes fall closed, and I bury my face in his neck. One day, I’ll ask him to show me how he did. Not today, though. “Fuck.”
“Yeah, I’d like to.” He wiggles his ass, and I slide home quickly, buried to the base of my cock. Ben gasps and cries out as he wraps around me tighter. Pinning him against the wall, I fuck him hard and deep. The photos rattle on the wall, and Ben moans, his heels digging into my ass, and his fingers pulling at the roots of my hair.
It’s raw and maybe a little savage, but we both need it in a way I can’t explain. The satin of his G-string rubbing against my abs is a new sensation that I don’t exactly hate either. Pausing to catch my breath, I whisper, “I didn’t know I’d like fancy underwear so much. This scrap of fabric is making me lose my mind.”
“You sure it’s not the guy wearing them?” he quips before swivelling his hips and biting at my lip. “Because I’m pretty fantastic without the undies.”
And I’m smiling and laughing as we both cling to each other. The mood shifts from a hard and fast fuck to my heart squeezing and wanting to hold him in my arms forever. It’s fucking wild how all these feelings slam into each other at once as I make love to him against the wall of my bedroom.
“Lukas, you’d better make me come when you do.”
Ben mumbles into my neck, and I huff a laugh at him, still telling me what he wants without reservation.
Somehow, I get a hand between us and into his fancy undies, and when I do, Ben goes limp against me so fast I almost think he’s passed out.
“Baby?”
“Your fucking hands, Lukas. God….” He tilts his head back, and I can’t resist kissing him.
Ben is breathtaking no matter what, but right now I can’t stop or look away as I make him come undone. He spills over my fist with the sexiest of moans, and that’s all it takes for me to fall over the edge with him. My knees shake and my lungs struggle to work as I empty into him.
“Holy shit, Ben,” I wheeze. “Just…holy shit.”
He still clings to me, and I drop my head to his shoulder. I’m completely wrung out emotionally and physically.
“Lukas?” Ben whispers.
“Yeah?”
