8. Ben

Chapter 8

Ben

Charlie tenses a little, so I distract him by dragging my finger over his hole. The stupid shorts have been driving me crazy all evening, and I can’t wait to get him out of them.

Not letting off on my worship of his sweet, hot mouth, I pry them off him, leaving him in his sexy jockstrap. He quickly helps me get rid of my own clothes, and within seconds I feel the glorious heat of his body pressed against mine. I soak it up, shivers upon shivers of crackling pleasure surging across me.

“On your knees and elbows, babe. Let me taste you just like you wanted me to,” I say when we part for air, drinking in his disheveled hair and red cheeks.

He gets in position and so do I, lowering myself so I can bury my face in his ass. It’s proportional to the rest of him, but it’s perky, the two globes fitting just right in my hands. His compact size makes me lose my mind. It triggers some instinct in me to protect him, to make sure he gets what he wants and needs.

Charlie wiggles his ass and makes a whiny noise, his balls swaying with the motion. He’s getting impatient. It’s incredibly hot. Deeming I’ve teased him enough, I spread his ass cheeks, exposing his little pink hole. It clenches, then relaxes, shamelessly inviting me to claim it. The skin around it is puckered but soft and smooth like the rest of his clean shaven body. He’s exquisite, every part of him a piece of art. I could just look at him for hours, memorizing every dip and peak until I remember them all.

“Ben, please, do something. I’m dying over here,” he whines, a note of annoyance lurking in his sing-song voice.

I smile and press my lips to his skin, tongue probing. He keens as his body tenses, the muscles under my hands flexing. I lick along his entrance, his taste and scent engulfing me whole.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans, his hole twitching as I keep laving.

But it’s still tense, not quite letting me in. I can’t have that. I want him shaking and babbling nonsense from how good it feels to have my tongue in his ass.

“Open for me, babe,” I say as I pull back a little and slap his left cheek. It vibrates, bouncing a little.

Charlie cries out in pleasure-pain, craning his head back. I spank him again, this time the other side, ripping one more sexy groan out of him. Before he has time to say something smart, I dive in, attacking his entrance. I push against it, prodding until I can slide my tongue past the tight rim.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” He pushes back, his tight heat inviting me deeper. “Yes… So good. Ben, fuck me with your tongue.”

I rub his balls as I keep devouring him, his hips rocking in need. My cock is leaking, impossibly hard. Just the thought of stretching that lovely hole with it tests my self-control, setting off a hum of urgency under my skin. I want to be inside him, but I need to prepare him first so his small, tight body can take me. I want him to feel every inch and love it, to lose his mind from the fullness as I pump him full of my cum.

I pick up the pace, licking and sucking as he shakes and begs for more. He relaxes around me, letting me own him. His taste is addictive, the sounds he makes, the damp feel of his skin, the mad dash of his heart. I’m the reason for all of them, my hunger for him driving him closer to the edge.

“Ben, I wanna come,” he complains after a while, those imploring blue eyes locked on me. He’s propped his head on his forearms, his expression taut and delirious.

I pull on his balls a little rougher, making him grunt. Then I extract myself from his hole and slap his bubble butt. He jumps, eyes fluttering closed. I knead the abused flesh, loving the slight splash of red clinging to it. I’m pretty sure he’ll feel some of that tomorrow, and when he does, he’ll think of me.

Chest fluttering, I straighten up and bring my hand down again. I’m careful though and don’t overdo it as I don’t want him to hurt too much. A little twinge when he sits down will be enough.

“Need your cock. Ben, please,” he begs, desperation oozing off him.

Scalding desire tightens my stomach. I palm myself, sucking in a breath. “You are so hot when you beg.”

“I’m even hotter when I’m getting railed,” he counters, a sly smile softening his needy scowl.

He’s not wrong. He was so beautiful last time when he came apart for me. I’ve been fantasizing about it, and it’s kept me horny and on edge the past few days.

“Mm, I better give you want you want then,” I say, positioning myself behind him as I lather my rigid erection with lube and line it up. “I’ll fuck you so good, you’ll feel it tomorrow.”

“Yess, fuck. Please. Your dick is the best.”

Grabbing his narrow waist with one hand, I push inside him. His hole stretches around my cockhead, letting me in on a guttural moan that shoots sparks down my spine. I watch my shaft get eaten up, one inch and piercing at a time, heat and tightness caressing my nerve-endings. It’s the best feeling ever, the way his small body accepts me and guides me deeper. It demands its pleasure, greedy and hot and addictive.

He has no idea about the things he does to me. One night with him was enough to change my life, to make me crave him like my hands crave tinkering. And that was before I even knew he was my Charlie who’s grown up to become the most gorgeous and funny man that I know.

I bottom out and take a moment to let him get used to my girth. It’s head-spinning how someone so adorably tiny can take me so well. It really is as if he was made for me, his size a perfect fit for mine so both of us can derive maximum pleasure from each other. The squeeze of his ass around me is torturously sweet, the way it gives when I move—mind-numbing.

“I’m gonna move now,” I say, dragging my dick out so only the cockhead is inside him.

He moans obscenely, the sound heightening my arousal. I push back in, snapping my hips. He keens as I tag his prostate, his back arching and his hands gripping the edge of the table. I hope it’s sturdy enough, because I haven’t even started properly fucking him yet.

“Faster, please. I like it hard,” he begs in a delirious voice, eyes glassed over when they meet mine.

“I’ll fuck you so well, babe, you’ll be sore,” I purr, picking up speed.

He clearly needs a good, hard fuck. I’ll give that to him. I’ll make him lose his mind until he’s a mess.

Holding onto his waist, I pound into him deep and fast. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and our mixed moans. My balls tingle as I settle into an unforgiving pace, every slide into him raising more goosebumps along my damp skin.

“Yess. Fuck, I love your piercings. Feels so good,” he whimpers, shaking his hips to match my rhythm. “You’re so fucking big.”

Satisfaction slithers through me, fueling my desire. I bend down and slide my hands to his crotch, palming him through the jockstrap’s pouch. His erection is straining against the material, which is wet from pre-cum.

“Should we take this off?” I hum, nipping the shell of his ear. “So I can stroke your pretty cock and make you come for me?”

“Please,” he begs, tensing around me.

He’s close, trembling and panting and seeking my mouth for a kiss. I let him claim it as I clumsily remove the jockstrap, his lean dick springing free. It’s elegant and smooth like the rest of him, leaking so much I don’t even need lube to make it feel good for him.

“You are so horny for me, babe. Fuck. I love it.” I start pumping, scrambling to keep up with his greedy tongue as it licks around my mouth and owns it.

Wrapping my free hand around his torso, I pull him up so his back is plastered to my front. It changes the angle and drives him ravenous, his ass bouncing on my cock with renewed vigor. I assault his nipples while jacking him off, saliva dripping from our mouths as we battle with our tongues and try to maintain the kiss.

“Close,” he whimpers, bucking in my arms.

I hold him closer to me, thrusting as hard as I can. His heat contracts, pressing against my pierced shaft. My eyes roll back, a groan shuddering through me. His lithe body absorbs it, gracing it with one of its own.

I come first, his tightness too perfect. My orgasm barrels through me, overwhelming and vicious. I pump my release inside him, every spurt dragging those sexy noises out of him as he quickens his movements.

“That’s it, baby,” I coo, pulling on his damp hair. “You are my cute little cock slut. Take from me what you want. Milk me like you did last time.”

“Fuuuck,” he roars, his small hand wrapping around mine that’s still stroking his dick. His pace stutters a bit, turning chaotic.

“You like that? Being my little whore?” I tease, changing to slower but deeper thrusts as more cum spills out of me.

“Yes, fuck. I’ll be your whore, Ben. Just, please… I need to come.”

God, I’m so turned on. He’s a devil. “Use me, babe, however you like. Make yourself come like a good slut. I wanna see it.”

Leaving his hard nipples and dick alone, I push him back down on the table and let him fuck himself on my spent cock with abandon. He is jacking himself off, his voice hoarse and used.

It doesn’t take him long before he reaches the edge, his heat tensing around me and making me wince. He spills over the table, screaming my name. I pick him up and sink to the couch, nestling him in my lap as I pump him through the remainder of his release. He goes boneless and pliant in my arms when he stops shaking, sighing with contentment that I feel in my chest.

“I need a few moments,” he says, snuggling comfortably and throwing his arms around my neck. I shift so I can slip out, but he halts me with a shy and delirious smile. “Keep it in.”

Warmth buzzes inside me, my stomach filling with butterflies. He’s so fucking adorable. Kissing his head, I lean back into the couch and get comfortable. I wait for him to drift off, the exertion clearly taking its toll, and then I slip out and clean us before I move us to his bed.