Page 130 of Forgotten Promise

“Is that the plug?” John had his eyes closed. One of his hands gripped Benjamin’s shoulder, the other fisted in the duvet.

“Yes. Relax.” He applied gentle pressure, and the tip of the plug slid in. When John moaned in pleasure, Benjamin planted the heel of his hand against the base and pushed the rest of the plug in with one long, firm thrust.

John’s hips came up off the bed, his chest heaving as he panted. Benjamin tugged on the base to make sure it was firmly seated, making John swear.

Benjamin’s own cock was rock hard, wet, and aching.

The need to fuck John was riding him, making him grit his back teeth to maintain control, but he wanted, needed, John to enjoy this. The need to pleasure his husband was stronger than any selfish desire to come.

Benjamin stripped off the glove, tossing it onto the towel, before once more gripping John’s cock. He swiped his thumb across the head, then brought his hand to his mouth, tasting the salty essence of his lover. John was watching him through slitted eyes, a flush riding high on his cheeks and the upper part of his chest.

Benjamin palmed his dick once more.

“I won’t last long if you do that,” John warned.

“Do what? This?” Benjamin worked the shaft, grazing the head at the top of each stroke.

“Yes, that… Fuck. The plug is…” John’s garbled, panted words were sweet music.

“I don’t want you to last long. I want to see you come. I want to see you lose control and let go for me.”

John’s eyes opened, and their gazes met. Benjamin continued to work his cock, felt it jerk in his hand at the same time John’s eyes slid closed.

Every muscle in his body went tense as the orgasm gripped him. His fingers were digging into Benjamin’s shoulder so hard that he knew he’d have bruises tomorrow. Watching John come undone, watching him be wholly subsumed in pleasure, was one of the most erotic things Benjamin had ever seen.

He angled his dick so John’s come splashed across his own chest. And when John was done, when his body went limp, Benjamin gave in to his own burning need.

He pulled the plug out of John’s ass, making him arch up. Then Benjamin was between his legs, pushing his thighs wide as John bent both knees.

“I like being your first,” Benjamin murmured.

Benjamin rolled on the condom Kailani passed him, with shaking hands. He stretched out over John, bracing himself on his elbows because he wanted to see John’s face as he fucked him.

Benjamin shifted his hips, finding the lube-slicked crack of John’s ass. He notched his cock against his entrance, but held there. He waited until John’s gaze met his, and only then did he thrust in.

They both moaned in pleasure as the head of Benjamin’s cock breached John’s ass. Sweat dampened Benjamin’s back as he slowly worked himself into his body. John’s hands roamed his sides and back, gripping his hips to urge him deeper.

When he was fully seated, Benjamin dropped his forehead to John’s, their breaths mingled.

There were things Benjamin could have said, wanted to say. I love you. I need you. We need you. Please don’t ever leave me. Don’t ever leave us.

But Benjamin was shit with words, so he held still, their breaths damp and hot.

Then he pulled halfway out and thrust in again. It felt so good, so fucking good. And even better when a dip in the mattress had him turning, seeing Kailani beside them, watching them with a hungry gaze.

Benjamin didn’t last long, a dozen hard strokes and then he was coming, John’s arms wrapped around his body, Kailani’s hands stroking both their shoulders.

He’d thought touching Kailani felt like coming home, but he’d been wrong…because this? Wrapped up in their arms?

This was home.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

“What do you think of Monte Carlo, John? Everything you imagined?” Benjamin asked as he refilled all of their wineglasses. After their exciting morning, they’d all gotten dressed, then moved to the spacious living room to enjoy a continental breakfast. It was strange, but after repeating the ceremony, it was as if they could all finally breathe again.

They decided to make the most of their remaining time by going out to put a few miles on Benjamin’s—though he kept insisting it was John’s—brand-new Aston Martin, Kailani squished into the barely there backseat. After a scenic drive, they came back and had a late lunch al fresco at Le Grill, the Michelin-starred restaurant on the eighth floor of the hotel, then Benjamin had arranged for all of them to have Swedish massages—John’s first.

Devoid of stress or uncertainty, all of them had completely relaxed, and John realized Benjamin had been right. He hadn’t truly met them.

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