and eyes banked with lust, Benjamin straddled Cavin’s waist.
With his free hand, Cavin reached behind Benjamin and pulled one cheek back. “Might hurt a little bit from the stretch. Not a lot, but a bit. Just breathe through it.”
Benjamin planted his hands on Cavin’s chest and nodded once. Then he lowered. The head of Cavin’s cock slid over slick skin then made the breach. A wince tightened Benjamin’s mouth, closing his eyes. A brief pause, a deep breath, and Benjamin sank the rest of the way down, trapping Cavin’s cock in tight heat.
A groan rumbled Cavin’s throat. He resisted the urge to thrust up, to pound into Benjamin’s body. It was only Benjamin’s second time. He needed at least a moment, and likely many more, to adjust to the intrusion.
He wrapped a hand around Benjamin’s erection, stroked the length, hoping to make it easier for him. A moan slipped past Benjamin’s lips. His hands tightened and flexed against Cavin’s chest.
Slow and tentative, Benjamin began to rock into Cavin’s grip, pushing into the strokes of his hand, and fucking himself on Cavin’s cock.
“That’s it. Move for me, Ben.”
Benjamin rocked faster. Cavin grabbed his hips, urging him onward. Benjamin’s cock and ballocks dragged against Cavin’s lower belly. With each push back, a grunt shook Benjamin’s chest.
Consumed by pleasure, the man was utterly gorgeous. Bottom lip held between his teeth. Lashes grazing flushed cheeks and sweat dripping down his temples. Without a trace of hesitation, Benjamin took what he wanted. And Cavin willingly gave him everything he had to give. Holding back his own climax, waiting for Benjamin. Waiting for his lover to find his release, even though the slick tightness of Benjamin’s body proved an almost unbearable temptation.
Benjamin leaned down, crushed his lips to Cavin’s. His tongue thrust boldly inside Cavin’s mouth.
And Cavin couldn’t hold back the orgasm. His shout was lost in their kiss as he spilled deep within Benjamin. His lover continued to ride him, slamming down harder, prolonging the climax, milking every last drop from Cavin’s prick. Then Benjamin sat back, reached for his cock. A howl ripped from him. Seed shot from his prick, landing on Cavin’s chest.
Panting hard, Benjamin dropped down, catching his weight on his elbows. A wince pulled his mouth. He quickly shifted his hips up, Cavin’s prick slipping from his body. Benjamin let out a sigh. A dreamy smile played on his lips, his eyes heavily lidded and full of complete contentment.
“Stay with me tonight,” Benjamin whispered.
Unable to voice a refusal, to have to bear witness to the disappointment on his lover’s handsome face, Cavin gave the only answer he could. He cupped Benjamin’s jaw and slanted his mouth over his. Their tongues twined together, every detail imprinting itself on Cavin’s senses. The taste of Benjamin, the softness of his lips, the feel of the man crouched above him. He would never forget Benjamin’s kiss.
* * *
Benjamin knew before he was fully awake that he’d find the space next to him empty. He passed a hand under the coverlet, the sheets cool to the touch and without a trace of warmth from Cavin’s body. The man had left some time ago.
“Likely the second I fell asleep.” With a weary shake of his head, he swung his feet over the side of the bed.
He tugged open the drapes, letting in the full force of the early morning sun, then pulled on the trousers Cavin had stripped from him last night.
Before he shaved the stubble from his jaw or even put on a shirt, he went out into the corridor.
A check in the guest bedchamber turned up an empty room. The navy coverlet was thrown back, the white pillow undisturbed, just as he had left the bed last night.
He should have known that kiss had been a no.
An ache began to build in his chest, dull yet sharp and heavy.
Cavin was gone.
Chapter Eight
Benjamin tapped the end of his pen against the ivory teacup on
With his free hand, Cavin reached behind Benjamin and pulled one cheek back. “Might hurt a little bit from the stretch. Not a lot, but a bit. Just breathe through it.”
Benjamin planted his hands on Cavin’s chest and nodded once. Then he lowered. The head of Cavin’s cock slid over slick skin then made the breach. A wince tightened Benjamin’s mouth, closing his eyes. A brief pause, a deep breath, and Benjamin sank the rest of the way down, trapping Cavin’s cock in tight heat.
A groan rumbled Cavin’s throat. He resisted the urge to thrust up, to pound into Benjamin’s body. It was only Benjamin’s second time. He needed at least a moment, and likely many more, to adjust to the intrusion.
He wrapped a hand around Benjamin’s erection, stroked the length, hoping to make it easier for him. A moan slipped past Benjamin’s lips. His hands tightened and flexed against Cavin’s chest.
Slow and tentative, Benjamin began to rock into Cavin’s grip, pushing into the strokes of his hand, and fucking himself on Cavin’s cock.
“That’s it. Move for me, Ben.”
Benjamin rocked faster. Cavin grabbed his hips, urging him onward. Benjamin’s cock and ballocks dragged against Cavin’s lower belly. With each push back, a grunt shook Benjamin’s chest.
Consumed by pleasure, the man was utterly gorgeous. Bottom lip held between his teeth. Lashes grazing flushed cheeks and sweat dripping down his temples. Without a trace of hesitation, Benjamin took what he wanted. And Cavin willingly gave him everything he had to give. Holding back his own climax, waiting for Benjamin. Waiting for his lover to find his release, even though the slick tightness of Benjamin’s body proved an almost unbearable temptation.
Benjamin leaned down, crushed his lips to Cavin’s. His tongue thrust boldly inside Cavin’s mouth.
And Cavin couldn’t hold back the orgasm. His shout was lost in their kiss as he spilled deep within Benjamin. His lover continued to ride him, slamming down harder, prolonging the climax, milking every last drop from Cavin’s prick. Then Benjamin sat back, reached for his cock. A howl ripped from him. Seed shot from his prick, landing on Cavin’s chest.
Panting hard, Benjamin dropped down, catching his weight on his elbows. A wince pulled his mouth. He quickly shifted his hips up, Cavin’s prick slipping from his body. Benjamin let out a sigh. A dreamy smile played on his lips, his eyes heavily lidded and full of complete contentment.
“Stay with me tonight,” Benjamin whispered.
Unable to voice a refusal, to have to bear witness to the disappointment on his lover’s handsome face, Cavin gave the only answer he could. He cupped Benjamin’s jaw and slanted his mouth over his. Their tongues twined together, every detail imprinting itself on Cavin’s senses. The taste of Benjamin, the softness of his lips, the feel of the man crouched above him. He would never forget Benjamin’s kiss.
* * *
Benjamin knew before he was fully awake that he’d find the space next to him empty. He passed a hand under the coverlet, the sheets cool to the touch and without a trace of warmth from Cavin’s body. The man had left some time ago.
“Likely the second I fell asleep.” With a weary shake of his head, he swung his feet over the side of the bed.
He tugged open the drapes, letting in the full force of the early morning sun, then pulled on the trousers Cavin had stripped from him last night.
Before he shaved the stubble from his jaw or even put on a shirt, he went out into the corridor.
A check in the guest bedchamber turned up an empty room. The navy coverlet was thrown back, the white pillow undisturbed, just as he had left the bed last night.
He should have known that kiss had been a no.
An ache began to build in his chest, dull yet sharp and heavy.
Cavin was gone.
Chapter Eight
Benjamin tapped the end of his pen against the ivory teacup on
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