Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

BENJI

I'd thought I was going to have to spell it out for Warren, but the way his cheeks tinged a pretty pink, it seemed like he'd finally gotten the message loud and clear.

That was good. I didn't want to scrub myself completely clean for no reason, and I was going to be extremely disappointed if I came to bed and he was already snoring.

I took my time in the shower, being as thorough as I could with the supplies I had. When I finally stepped out and dried off, clicking the bathroom light off behind me, I paused in the doorway.

Warren was laying on the right side of the bed, but I could tell by the rise and fall of his shoulders that he wasn't asleep.

He was waiting.

I didn't bother getting dressed—I walked to the bed and slid between the sheets. The feel of Warren's eyes on me sent a shiver zipping up my spine and made my skin tingle in anticipation. With a small sigh, I snuggled into the pillow and forced my breathing to even out.

Warren lasted almost five minutes before he moved.

He was subtle at first, so gentle I half wondered if he was going to follow through with it or chicken out. The whispered brush of his fingertips skating along my back made something just beneath my skin stir, a soft spark threatening to ignite into a wildfire. It felt even better because some small part of me knew that I'd agreed to play a game I'd never played before.

If I was asleep, he could do whatever he liked. If I didn't move, Warren could touch me in all the ways he wouldn't allow himself to touch a stranger, and he wouldn't have to feel guilty about it when he looked me in the eye the next day.

If I lay still and let him, he could take me apart… and for the first time, I might know what it felt like to let go of perfect control, a lifetime of perfect restraint .

Could freedom be as simple as giving in to unrepentant bliss?

The drift of his fingers along my back lulled me into a near dazed state—when his hand skated down and brushed along the curve of my ass, I shivered.

He stilled at the movement, and I had to force myself to take a deep, even breath. I squirmed on the sheets, pressing my face to the pillow and letting out a soft breath.

Sleep—I was sleeping. And if I arched my back just a bit so my ass was on offer when his hand came back, neither one of us acknowledged it.

"Mm, you're pretty when you sleep." Warren's voice was husky, a deep rumble that played perfect harmony to the soft melody of his usual tone. "Vulnerable…" The brush of his fingers turned into the full press of his hand, cupping my ass a second before the cool air bit my skin. I didn't realize what was happening until the tickle of his beard danced along my back. He whispered his words there like he could bury his secrets along my spine and watch them sprout to life, a garden of moonflowers ready to blossom in the darkness of the room.

It was intoxicating—forcing myself to stay still when I was usually in control of any given situation I put myself in was a heady thing. Not letting out a low whine and demanding he hurry up when he trailed his tongue along the back of my thigh, pressing his lips to the back of my knee and leaving me panting into the pillow to hide the sound.

Warren was going to drive me crazy, kill me softly with his gentle touches… but that gentleness faded away with each passing second. It was his tongue on my thigh, and then his teeth setting into the curve of my ass, making me shiver. He stopped again, withdrawing his touch until I forced myself to be still.

This was what we were going to do, wasn't it? It wasn't really about me being asleep . It was about me letting go of control so we could both pretend I was helpless.

It was about Warren being able to have his way with me, no matter what that way was.

It was enough to make me beg, if I'd thought I could get away with opening my mouth.

Instead, I had to bite my tongue when he started to speak again.

"Fuck, I could do anything I wanted to you right now and you'd never know, would you?" Warren's voice was a near growl, and the darkness in it didn't match the tall, blond-haired man I saw behind my eyes. That Warren was all smiles, flannel patterns, and giving in to letting a stranger catch a ride in his truck.

This Warren was all muscle, and the burn of his beard as he trailed kisses along my thighs.

This Warren was the strength of his fingers bruising against my hips as he shifted me into a better position. He moaned when I let out a little feigned sleep sound before settling exactly where he wanted me.

He was getting off on this… and fuck me, I was, too. I felt helpless. Powerless.

I felt like I was flying .

Flight turned to fire when he spread my cheeks without warning, and I felt the hot swipe of his tongue against my hole. It was wet and sloppy, desperate and filthy. He licked against my ass like he wanted to devour me, draw me between his greedy lips and swallow me whole.

His fingers on my cheeks squeezed tight enough that I was forced to catch a little whine in my chest, and I had to fight not to writhe against the sheets.

Warren swiped his tongue across my rim one more time before turning, setting his teeth into the plumpness of my ass again in a way that I knew would leave marks. "Fuck, you're so sweet, and I bet you don't even know. So soft and helpless… I could just…" He was quiet for a moment, then I felt the heated slick of saliva pooling from his lips and falling against my ass. He let go of one cheek, and the sudden pressure of his finger against my entrance was nearly enough to make me whine.

I wanted to squirm back against him—I wanted to fuck myself on his hand and tell him that I liked it rough, that I liked the burn… that I loved the thought of him tearing me apart and me never being able to say a word.

I couldn't do any of that—I just had to lay there and feel like I was burning alive from the inside out while he thrust his finger into me slowly, and then bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from crying out when he brought his mouth back and started to lick against my rim again. He worked me open that way for what felt like hours, his finger rocking and his tongue lapping until I was dizzy with want and need, until my cock was so hard that I felt like I would explode from a simple touch… and then the heat of him was gone.

It was sudden, and almost enough to draw me out of the trance I was in. I started to move, to turn and tell him that I would kill him if he quit now, but the pressure of his hand at the base of my spine stopped me.

Warmth spilling through me—heat… a steady pressure that told me he was still here. That he wasn't finished.

"I could spend all day tasting you like that, Benji. You're so tight on my tongue, so warm. Someday, I'll tie you to a bed and make you come from my tongue alone." The promise made me shiver, but he wasn't finished. I heard foil rip and the sound of his hand rustling as he rolled on a condom. After a second, I heard another sound… a cap popping.

It made sense that a man on the road came prepared.

The cool feel of lube slicking along my crease was almost enough to make me move again—but his fingers pressing against me and then sliding inside forced me to still myself. He fucked me open in quick, efficient thrusts of his wrist—one finger and then two—pressing the lube inside me and slicking me up. I wanted to fuck myself on his hand, but he was gone before I had a chance to give into the temptation, leaving me wet and open and waiting.

He was driving me crazy, and I couldn't say a damn word about it. Being chained from the promise of pleasure alone was such a heady thing.

"Look at you, baby," he murmured. "I'm going to split you open." For all the filth that he spoke, his voice never rose above that low growl. If I'd actually been asleep, it wouldn't have woken me—it would have seeped into my dreams like some incubus, ready to suck the life from me one drop of cum at a time.

I shifted, just slightly, angling my hips up again to beg him without words.

Please, I said when he seized my ass cheeks and spread them wide.

Fuck me , I demanded, and clenched my hole around nothing. He made a noise behind me and moved—the sudden press of his fat cockhead against my entrance tore a moan up my throat, trapped at the back of my tongue.

But the sensation of him thrusting forward with no warning, of his dick doing exactly what he'd promised and splitting me open finally forced a sound out of me.

The air punched from my lungs on a half-bitten moan, and my fingers twisted in the sheets.

Above me, Warren didn't seem to care. He held my ass cheeks wide, and I could almost picture what he was seeing—my hips in the air, his cock disappearing inside of me over and over again as he thrust hard and fast. He'd teased me to the point that I knew it wouldn't take much for me to fly over the edge.

I wanted him to come with me.

I wanted him to want this again .

An involuntary shudder tore through me as he shifted his angle, and the glide of his cock pegged my prostate. He was watching me, because a low growl of approval played at my nerve endings. He stayed locked in on that place, fucking into me until I was panting, whining, until I couldn't contain my sounds anymore and it was only the pillow against my face that didn't completely ruin the charade we were playing.

"I want to fuck you every night," Warren whispered behind me. "I want to fuck you and fill you up and leave you wet and dripping with my cum. I want you to wake up in the morning and not know why you feel so full, baby." He rolled his hips and thrust again, and I could feel my body starting to tingle, to tighten. I could feel myself starting to let go. "Fuck, Benji. You make me want to lose control, and I don't know if that's a good thing… but I can't help it." He shifted his body, and the sudden warmth of his big hand wrapping around my cock and squeezing was too much.

He didn't have to jack me off. He didn't have to do anything—that heat alone pushed me over the edge.

I came on a cry that made my throat feel raw from swallowing it down, but I couldn't stop my hips from thrusting, couldn't stop myself from fucking into his hand as he completely let go. He lifted his fingers to cut off my cry, stuffing his cum-soaked digits between my lips and feeding me back the taste of my own desire. I couldn't resist sucking hard, and didn't stop him when he thrust so deep into my throat that I gagged around his hand and swallowed so he would give me more. He finger-fucked my mouth with the rhythm of his hips, and I was lost.

Warren wasn't trying to be easy anymore. He wasn't trying to be anything. He fucked me hard and fast, and the panting of his hot breath against the back of my neck was the pace that seemed to dictate the thundering of my heart.

When he jerked back and I heard the snap of a condom being ripped off, I felt my body seize in pleasure again at the hot spatter of cum that landed on my lower back, across my ass cheeks.

Warren's breath was heavy behind me, then he shifted again. The heat of his tongue chased the pleasure he'd spattered my skin with. He took his time, licking me clean so slowly that I was half worried I'd get hard again. With a low groan, he ran his tongue along the crease of my ass one more time, dipping it into my worked hole and lapping an apology for how hard he'd fucked me with the sweet heat of his mouth… and then he slid back up along the length of my body.

When his arm wrapped around my waist and he rolled me over gently, I knew what I needed to do.

I knew what game we were still playing—we were both breathing hard, drenched in sweat and smelling like sex… and I blinked my eyes open slowly, like I'd just woken up.

"Mm, did you say something, Warren?"

Pleasure danced through his eyes, and he shook his head slowly. "I think you were dreaming." His gaze was fixated on my lips, swollen and slicked with cum.

"Was I?" I stretched in his arms and wriggled closer to him, sliding my leg between his and entangling our lower bodies. It brought my mouth inches away from his.

"Yeah… I think you were."

Husky—he sounded so husky, the edge of that growl coming back into his tone.

"It was a good dream," I whispered, shifting forward a few inches, so I said my next words against his mouth. "I wouldn't mind having it again."

I didn't give him a chance to respond, though—the temptation was too much. He was too close, and I needed to know what he tasted like. I knew the flavor of my own pleasure, and when he parted his lips and thrust his tongue into my mouth, I knew what we tasted like when we mixed together.

He kissed me just as hungrily as he'd fucked me just moments ago, and the feel of his strong arms holding me so tight they nearly crushed the air from my lungs was addicting. I let Warren lick into me until the flavor of us was indistinguishable—we mixed perfectly.

When he pulled back from the kiss, I was panting. It was dark in the room, but the small amount of sunlight slanting beneath the curtains let me see how heavy his lids were, how pleased his expression was.

"Go back to sleep, Benji." Even as he said it, he pressed his lips to mine, a softer kiss this time. "We have a long drive ahead of us tomorrow."

I slid my arms around him and nodded. I didn't have to respond. Everything was catching up to me; the adrenaline of running earlier, the way my body ached from Warren's thorough fucking, and the almost dreamlike feel of coming down from the little game of control we'd played. I was drifting on a cloud of hazy bliss. Warren's fingers stroked through my hair and along my back—his lips whispered kisses of silent praise against my skin. His gentle touches made sure when I landed, it was among the stars.