A Sweet Man - Jaime Reese Page 0,85

down the need thrumming through his body. “Do you want to unpack first or—”

He stumbled backward when Ben threw himself into his arms and smashed their lips together in a heated kiss. Quickly recovering, Bull gripped Ben’s ass, hefted him in his arms, and steered them toward the bedroom.

Their bedroom.

Fumbling his way toward the bed, he set Ben on the mattress, mentally fist-bumping at Ben’s groaned protest when he tore himself from the kiss. He raised a single finger, signaling Ben to give him a minute. Racing into the bathroom, he moved as quickly as possible, grabbing a few towels to avoid getting out of bed later. Returning to the room, he adjusted the dimmer light switch enough to allow for any lipreading and signs exchanged between them but not enough to have to get up again if they chose to stay in bed.

“Is that good?”

Ben nodded and crooked his finger in a come here motion. He stepped forward as Ben yanked the T-shirt off over his head and kicked off his pants and underwear in a single sweeping motion, pitching everything to the side. Keeping his eyes pinned on Ben, Bull fisted the fabric in the middle of his back and slowly pulled the T-shirt off over his head. He undid the button of his jeans and lowered his zipper as he toed off his shoes, stopping when Ben sat up on the bed and knee-walked over to where he stood. With a yank to the waistband of his jeans, Ben pulled him forward and captured his mouth in a fiery kiss.

He moaned as Ben’s tongue slid inside, exploring and tasting, tentative at first, then growing in demand. The unexpected grip on his ass had him growling into the kiss. He cupped Ben’s face, loving the confident side of Ben shining through and taking control.

Needing air, he broke away, their breaths mingling in heavy gusts between them.

Ben inched back enough to sign. “Get on the bed.”

Bull arched an eyebrow, surprised by Ben’s assertiveness. A shove to his chest jump-started him into action. He stripped off the rest of his clothes and settled on the bed, sitting up against the headboard, waiting for Ben’s next command.

They stared at each other, a flicker of hesitation flashing in Ben’s eyes.

“Don’t stop now,” Bull signed. He reached over into the top drawer of the nightstand, tossing the lube and box of condoms onto the bed. “As long as it’s what you want.”

Naked and waiting, Bull’s chest heaved with each deep breath as Ben’s gaze swept his entire body, one painfully slow inch at a time. The breath caught in his throat when Ben’s firm hands slid down his torso. He arched into Ben’s touch, chasing the contact, stilling when a steady hand landed on his hip.

Any protest died the moment Ben took him into his mouth with a single swallow. He threw his head back, fighting for control, biting into his bottom lip so hard he swore he tasted the coppery tang in his mouth. His heartbeat pounded with each rhythmic tug, each pull harder and more desperate than the one before.

The wet heat and the tightening pressure around him almost too much. He reached out, twisting his fingers in Ben’s hair, holding him as his hips thrusted forward of their own accord.

Once.

Twice.

The climax zipped through his system like a crashing bolt of lightning, sending a flash of white heat through his senses, numbing him as he spilled his release into Ben’s waiting mouth.

He was weightless as the air whooshed in and out through his parted lips. He couldn’t see. He couldn’t hear. His jaw slackened as he tried to breathe.

Tiny pinpricks slowly awakened his skin, tingling his body back to life. Swallowing heavily, he repeatedly blinked, willing his vision to focus. Kisses pressed to his lower stomach made him twitch. He reached for Ben, pulling him up onto his body, needing to hold him close. Ben hovered over him, carefully watching him for a few beats before leaning forward and sealing their mouths in a kiss.

Something primitive inside him sang a victory song when he tasted himself on Ben’s tongue. He reached over and grabbed the lube, barely able to function as Ben short-circuited every brain cell with his kiss. Bull dipped one lubed finger inside Ben, then another, slowly stretching him. He groaned when Ben widened his legs, giving him more space, kissing him harder and deeper as he pushed back onto Bull’s hand.

With more lube on his fingers, Bull stretched,

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