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“Oh, Shane, you are so beautiful,” he praised. “I am one lucky,luckyman.“ He said this as he lowered his face to my aching dick, and as he took a swipe of his tongue from root to tip, his beard tickled a path as his chin followed in its wake.

That beard! I was right to tell him not to shave. As he lavished attention on me, his whiskers added a whole new level of sensation. He sheathed me into his hot mouth, pumping just once, twice, his tongue massaging along the vein on my shaft, before he drew away, his saliva cooling my flesh. It was a mere tease, leaving me whimpering.

“Shh,” he soothed. “I promise I won’t leave you unsatisfied, but I don’t want you to come yet. I want to be inside you when you explode.”

True enough, holding off an orgasm was going to be difficult, when faced with his skilled touch. His mouth wasn’t finished with me yet, and he drew a line with his tongue down over my balls, skating past my taint, before probing at my slick hole. We both moaned at the same time, his sound of pleasure vibrating through me. “You taste so good,” he groaned. He rimmed me for a few moments, before I felt the pad of his finger join in.

Ben moved at a snail’s pace, working at me with one finger, before sliding a second in, scissoring his fingers to stretch my entrance. With each pulse of his fingers, I edged closer to the precipice. By the time he’d worked up to a third finger, rolling his wrist, I was panting and shuddering. “Ben, I need you. Please,” I begged, grasping at his hair and tugging.

He chuckled but withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and wanting. “So demanding,” he teased, but he obliged, moving to hover over me in a plank, hands on either side of my body, holding his weight off me.

He got up on his knees, then with one hand at the base of his shaft, he lined himself up with my ass. Even with all the work he’d done at stretching me, when he eased the thick head of his cock inside me, I gasped, loving the sting. My eyes rolled back in my head as he moved in small, slow thrusts, each one working him deeper into my channel.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and when I didn’t answer, he stalled his movements. “Shane?”

I peeled open my eyes and realized I was fisting the blanket in my fists. “I am so much better than okay,” I gritted out, just barely holding off my climax. “Don’t you dare stop.”

With his worry assuaged, he bit down on his lip and surged forward, bringing himself fully inside me. Sweat dotted his brow as he brought our bodies flush together, fitting together like lock and key. He hit a spot so deep inside me that I saw stars. On his next thrust, I arched my hips to draw him further inside me, hooking my legs behind his back, my heels digging into his ass.

“Too good,” I muttered, clinging to him. “Gods, Ben! I’m going to—“ Instead of slowing down or stopping to prolong our session, he increased his pace, slamming into me. With head thrown back, I cried out, my thick stream of cum arcing across my torso, all the way up to my shoulder.

Ben groaned and leaned down, licking the cum from my skin where he could reach it. “Next time, I want your whole load in my mouth.” If he kept this up, I would be ready for round two in record time. With his cock still buried in my ass, I was already hardening again.

He gripped the pillow in one fist, and I knew he was trying to be careful with me, holding back. “Harder,” I urged.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said through gritted teeth.

“You won’t.” Our gazes locked, and he must’ve seen the certainty in my eyes, because in response, he drove into me hard, and I moaned in the back of my throat. “Yesss,” I hissed, gripping him and holding on for dear life.

Ben didn’t unleash himself entirely, but he gave deeper, longer strokes, and his pace picked up as he got closer to his own release. My dick, fully hard again, bobbed against my abs with each pump, my balls clenching.

I saw the change that came over his face. “Oh, fuck, Shane. You feel so good.” His hips stuttered, his mouth dropping open on a gasp. I loved watching him come undone. He let out a guttural cry, and I could feel his spasms as he unloaded deep inside me. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I felt his knot nudging at my entrance, sliding in and expanding, filling me impossibly full. With the added pressure on my prostate, I choked out a curse as it milked a second orgasm from me.

Ben’s arms shook, but he fought to hold himself above me. He tipped to the side, rolling us so that I was draped across his chest, his skin sweat-dampened and sticky with my cum, his knot still locked in my ass. I curled my fingers through his chest hair, and I swore he purred.

“Thank you,” I whispered, feeling suddenly vulnerable.

“For the sex?” he asked, chuckling. “Trust me, the pleasure was all mine.”

“No, not for the sex—although that was perfect. I meant, thank you for being patient with me.” I propped my chin on my laced hands so I could look up at him. It was hard to say this, but it was important to me that I gave him an out. “It’s okay, you know. I know I come with a lot of baggage, and I would totally understand if you didn’t want to stick around to—“

He cut off my words with a kiss, his tongue making a slow, lazy pass through my mouth. I nearly forgot what I was about to say. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said when he drew back, his eyes hazy. “If you think it’s baggage, then maybe I can help you unpack.”

It was just cheesy enough to make me smile, a warm sense of belonging reaching deep inside me to help fill in all those gaps in my soul.

Ben planted a kiss on each of my cheeks then my forehead, before one final peck on my lips. “Now, first order of business is a shower,” he said. “Then how about I fix that faucet for you.”

18

Ben

Itwasofficial.Therewas nothing left for me to do at Shane’s house, no matter how many tiny little excuses I’d found over the past week, like a loose floorboard or a draft around a window frame. I had even insisted on going furniture shopping with them and using my truck to help transport the big stuff. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t find other ways to be around Shane, though, and it just so happened that when I woke up this morning and looked out my window, I found the absolute perfect excuse…

An hour later, I was knocking on Shane’s front door. “It snowed!” Those were Kit’s first words to me when he flung open their door. “Did you see, Ben? Snow!” He was practically vibrating.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm, even though we’d only gotten a light dusting of snow. It was barely enough to cover the ground, with the tips of grass still poking through, and it would probably melt before the day was done, but the way his eyes lit up, it was like he’d won the lottery.

“I was wondering what all that fluffy white stuff was,” I teased. “It’s a good thing I happened to find these in my truck.” I passed over a bag, and he took it from me eagerly, stuffing his arm inside.

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