top of him, their hips aligning perfectly as Ben opened his legs to make room for Tripp.
It was heaven, and it was Tripp’s turn to moan as their hard dicks pressed against each other. He’d never felt that before, and it was the hottest damn thing he’d ever done. His hips jerked before he could stop them and Ben’s hand drove into his hair, fisting a handful until it stung as Ben ground his dick against Tripp’s.
As they humped each other, Ben’s hand slid down Tripp’s back until he was cupping his ass, guiding his movements. Tripp had to break off the kiss just to suck in a lungful of air. He bit that square jaw of Ben’s, then licked his way down his neck to his shoulder and bit him harder as Ben squeezed his ass. The freedom to be rough like that with Ben went to his head, and he felt drunk on him.
“Shirt off,” Ben rasped. “Skin on skin.”
“Shit yeah,” Tripp panted. He rose up on his knees and ripped his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside. He looked down at Ben lying there on the sofa beneath him. Ben was panting, his skin gleaming with sweat. His mouth was tight, but his eyes were a little glazed as he stared at Tripp’s bare chest.
Ben ran his hand up Tripp’s tattooed arm, then he wrapped his hand around Tripp’s neck and dragged him down for another hot, wet, openmouthed kiss that had Tripp whimpering. He’d never whimpered during sex before, but damn if Ben wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d ever touched.
The feel of their slick chests and stomachs rubbing together ignited something in Tripp that pushed him higher when he thought he’d been as high as he could go. Ben had a light dusting of dark hair on his upper chest that grew heavier on his pecs and around his nipples, and Tripp loved the feel of it against him, so incredibly different from anything he’d known before. He had no idea how erotic it would be to feel that. Ben’s stomach was so ripped Tripp could actually feel the muscles moving against his own stomach as Ben humped him.
Ben broke the kiss to trail kisses across his cheek and whisper in his ear. “You taste sweet,” he murmured, “like Cheerwine. Is this as good as you thought it would be?”
“Better,” Tripp said with a gasp. “So much better.”
“You are so fucking hot,” Ben whispered. “Let me love on you now.”
Without any more warning, Ben squirmed out from under Tripp and rolled him onto his back. Ben slid his leg over Tripp’s and partially covered him, straddling Tripp’s right leg. Then he grabbed Tripp’s ass again and turned him just a little. He rubbed his hard, muscular thigh right between Tripp’s legs, right on his balls, just as he aligned their dicks again. At the same time he began to hump him again, he leaned over and bit Tripp’s nipple. Lightning zinged through Tripp’s veins, and he felt the first stirring of his orgasm. Every bit of his skin was sensitized excruciatingly so that everywhere Ben touched him burned with pleasure.
“Ben,” he said in a shaky voice. “I can’t…I’m gonna…”
“I want you to,” Ben said roughly. “I want to see it. It’s the first time with a guy, right? Like this?”
“With you,” Tripp said. He couldn’t find the words just then, the right words, to tell Ben that it wasn’t because he was a man that Tripp was so hot for him, ready to come after just a little bit of fooling around. It was because it was Ben.
It was too soon, though, and Ben was too cynical. But Tripp could wait. He could wait forever for Ben to figure it out.
“God, bab—Tripp,” Ben said, stumbling over his words too. Tripp was thrilled to hear him use a sexy little name for him when they were like this.
They were breathing so hard, humping so hard, and Tripp wanted it bad, wanted to come so bad for Ben, and Ben was working him, touching him like he knew exactly what Tripp needed. And then he was there.
“Ben,” he said in a strangled voice as stars burst behind his eyes and he came harder
It was heaven, and it was Tripp’s turn to moan as their hard dicks pressed against each other. He’d never felt that before, and it was the hottest damn thing he’d ever done. His hips jerked before he could stop them and Ben’s hand drove into his hair, fisting a handful until it stung as Ben ground his dick against Tripp’s.
As they humped each other, Ben’s hand slid down Tripp’s back until he was cupping his ass, guiding his movements. Tripp had to break off the kiss just to suck in a lungful of air. He bit that square jaw of Ben’s, then licked his way down his neck to his shoulder and bit him harder as Ben squeezed his ass. The freedom to be rough like that with Ben went to his head, and he felt drunk on him.
“Shirt off,” Ben rasped. “Skin on skin.”
“Shit yeah,” Tripp panted. He rose up on his knees and ripped his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside. He looked down at Ben lying there on the sofa beneath him. Ben was panting, his skin gleaming with sweat. His mouth was tight, but his eyes were a little glazed as he stared at Tripp’s bare chest.
Ben ran his hand up Tripp’s tattooed arm, then he wrapped his hand around Tripp’s neck and dragged him down for another hot, wet, openmouthed kiss that had Tripp whimpering. He’d never whimpered during sex before, but damn if Ben wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d ever touched.
The feel of their slick chests and stomachs rubbing together ignited something in Tripp that pushed him higher when he thought he’d been as high as he could go. Ben had a light dusting of dark hair on his upper chest that grew heavier on his pecs and around his nipples, and Tripp loved the feel of it against him, so incredibly different from anything he’d known before. He had no idea how erotic it would be to feel that. Ben’s stomach was so ripped Tripp could actually feel the muscles moving against his own stomach as Ben humped him.
Ben broke the kiss to trail kisses across his cheek and whisper in his ear. “You taste sweet,” he murmured, “like Cheerwine. Is this as good as you thought it would be?”
“Better,” Tripp said with a gasp. “So much better.”
“You are so fucking hot,” Ben whispered. “Let me love on you now.”
Without any more warning, Ben squirmed out from under Tripp and rolled him onto his back. Ben slid his leg over Tripp’s and partially covered him, straddling Tripp’s right leg. Then he grabbed Tripp’s ass again and turned him just a little. He rubbed his hard, muscular thigh right between Tripp’s legs, right on his balls, just as he aligned their dicks again. At the same time he began to hump him again, he leaned over and bit Tripp’s nipple. Lightning zinged through Tripp’s veins, and he felt the first stirring of his orgasm. Every bit of his skin was sensitized excruciatingly so that everywhere Ben touched him burned with pleasure.
“Ben,” he said in a shaky voice. “I can’t…I’m gonna…”
“I want you to,” Ben said roughly. “I want to see it. It’s the first time with a guy, right? Like this?”
“With you,” Tripp said. He couldn’t find the words just then, the right words, to tell Ben that it wasn’t because he was a man that Tripp was so hot for him, ready to come after just a little bit of fooling around. It was because it was Ben.
It was too soon, though, and Ben was too cynical. But Tripp could wait. He could wait forever for Ben to figure it out.
“God, bab—Tripp,” Ben said, stumbling over his words too. Tripp was thrilled to hear him use a sexy little name for him when they were like this.
They were breathing so hard, humping so hard, and Tripp wanted it bad, wanted to come so bad for Ben, and Ben was working him, touching him like he knew exactly what Tripp needed. And then he was there.
“Ben,” he said in a strangled voice as stars burst behind his eyes and he came harder
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