back toward the bliss we’d been so near when I’d pulled his mouth from my cock. Maybe I shouldn’t have interrupted the blow job. He’d seemed to love it, and fuck knew I did, but I’d wanted to get him naked, kiss him all over, make him come.
It wasn’t in me to take a back seat and accept pleasure. I usually took the lead.
The moment Benji slid to his knees, though? That would be seared on my brain forever. He clearly had some insecurities to work through, but when Benji found his confidence, he was hot as hell.
Like now. As I paused to apply more lube, Benji released my cock to slide his hands up my chest and toy with my nipples. He squeezed my pecs, making my breathing falter. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
“So are you.”
He didn’t answer, but he didn’t argue, so I took it as a win.
“Will you lie on me? All the way.” Benji spread his legs, tugging my shoulder, and I got a view of his slender cock curving up toward his belly, and the fiery red curls around it, his only body hair. His body was pale and smooth beneath me.
Lowering myself on top of him, letting my weight sink into him, I got lost in the feel of his flesh against mine, of the soft give of his body contrasted with the hard line of his cock. I rolled my hips, thrusting against him instinctively, and Benji did the same, wriggling and writhing until our cocks bumped and slid together. I groaned, loving the slippery, hot feel of lube and flesh. Benji lowered his hands to my ass, squeezing and pulling me harder toward him. I sped up, lost now to sensation.
Benji wrapped his legs around me, lifting his hips to meet my thrusts, and came with a muffled cry against my neck. I pulled back to watch his face as he shook with his first orgasm with a man.
Damn, I’d done that. Given that to him.
He blinked open his eyes to find me watching. “You haven’t come.”
“I’m nearly there,” I assured him, raising my body enough to grab my cock and stroke it while I stared at the man beneath me. He still trembled a little, muscles twitching with aftershocks, his cock wet with cum. It was such a damn erotic vision I came almost instantly, white droplets spraying over his pretty skin and adding to his debauched state.
Fuck, it felt surreal.
I’d just come all over Jeremy’s little brother.
“That was hot,” he said, pulling me into a breathy kiss before I could think about the ways my best friend would kill me if he could see us right now. This wasn’t some meaningless fuck session, even if Benji turned me on and made me want to dirty him up. This was different than all the hookups that had come before.
This was Benji.
We were sweaty and sticky with lube, but I was too fucking happy to care about any of that. We’d had a few awkward missteps, but hell, we were virgins. Benji had never been with anyone, and I’d never been with anyone special.
We’d found our way in the end.
“You were hot,” I said. “So sexy.”
He smiled at me shyly, his cheeks pink. It was the same look he got each time he thought about his secret admirer. I’d put that look there before, but this time was different. He knew the truth now.
This time, his smile, his blush, were all for me.
The ramifications of what I’d done, what this meant hit me hard, tightening my belly. I’d been crushing on Benji for a while now, and I’d wondered what this would be like. But now that I knew?
There was no going back.
Benji
Wow.
I mean … wow.
I was speechless, boneless, thrumming with pleasure. All my doubts were gone. Ace had made me feel so treasured. I’d never known sex could be like that. I’d always thought about the touching and the orgasms, but it was a lot more than a physical release. Reality had shifted the moment we fell into bed together. We would never again be the same two people we’d been before we’d kissed, touched, come.
But now what? The sex was done. Did I just lie here? Did I get up and go? Ace had said I was special, but we hadn’t really defined anything. I knew, instinctively, this was more than a hookup for him. No way he’d risk his friendship with my brother for that. But did that mean we