teased, and searched for that secret spot as his other hand kneaded the flesh of Ben’s ass cheek.
He stopped when Ben pulled away. His lips were kiss-swollen and dark, his face flush with color. But there was something in those green eyes—a question mixed with hesitation—before he looked away. Bull captured Ben’s chin, refusing to let him shy away from the intimacy and needing to read the subtle cues in Ben’s expression. He waited for that green gaze to make contact again. “Don’t hide. I already told you I’m fine with anything you want,” he said.
Ben folded his bottom lip into his mouth, looking off to the side as if lost in thought. After a few seconds, Ben gave him a firm nod and pushed off Bull’s chest, straddling him with an intense look of determination on his face. He reached over and grabbed the box of condoms. Glancing at Bull, he shook his head and set the box on the nightstand.
“Are you sure?” Bull signed.
Ben nodded. “I want to feel you. Just you,” he signed. He leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to Bull’s lips. “Is that okay?”
He nodded, enthralled by the sudden confidence in Ben’s squared shoulders. Without moving a single inch, he waited as Ben grabbed the lube and squeezed some onto his own hands. He inhaled sharply when Ben reached for him and grabbed his hard-on, coating every inch of him and then some.
Ben peeked up at him, biting his lip to hide a smile, but nothing could disguise the hint of daring mischief in his eyes.
“My balls don’t need to be slicked up,” Bull said.
Ben shrugged in response, tugged his balls, and gave his stiff dick another pull.
Tease. With a blissed-out sigh, Bull sat back, closing his eyes and trying to level his breathing. He wanted Ben to feel comfortable, confident in taking control when he wanted. But Ben’s methodical stroking had him horny as hell and barely balancing on the edge of sanity. He opened his eyes when Ben stopped tortuously stroking him. After a quick wipe of his hands, Ben crawled up his body.
Each breath came quick, mesmerized by Ben taking the initiative and positioning himself over Bull’s ready body. He gripped Ben’s hips the moment he felt the contact, urging him to go slow. A hissed breath filled the room—his or Ben’s, likely both in concert. He guided Ben’s movement, easing him down until Ben’s pinched features relaxed.
“Breathe,” he said.
Ben gripped his wrists and shoved his hands up against the headboard.
Bull’s dick twitched. Their gazes locked. Challenging. He dared Ben to take control while Ben dared him to relinquish it. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to Ben’s lips. He lingered close, nuzzling him, but pulled away enough to let Ben read his lips. “I told you I was yours.”
The flash of heat in Ben’s eyes was instant. Bull moaned when the grip tightened on his wrists and his hands were guided toward the top edge of the headboard. Without objection, he followed the silent command and gripped the edge of the wood.
Long fingers pressed against the side of his throat. He sighed, knowing it was Ben’s way of feeling every single breath and vibrated moan he triggered. Ben leaned forward and sealed their mouths in a kiss as he pushed his body onto Bull’s, impaling himself inch by inch until he was fully seated. Bull tore away from the kiss with a curse, breathing heavy. He barely had a chance to recover before Ben thrust himself onto him harder, over and over, slow, then fast, shallow, then deep.
With a white-knuckle hold on the headboard, Bull arched into Ben, begging for more. He growled and groaned as he writhed, gripping the damn board in his hands until his fingers went numb.
Ben released his neck and planted both hands on his chest for balance. A desperate whimper escaped Ben as he shifted above him, arching his body back and then forward as if searching for just the right position until he flattened his hand on Bull’s cheek, the desperate plea clear in his expression.
“My turn?”
A half-nod was all it took for Bull to take back control. He grabbed Ben’s hips and thrust up into him at full speed, driven by a need to possess that shocked him. Ben threw his head back, a mix of groans, grunts, and gasps spurring Bull on to quicken his pace. He slid his arm around Ben’s waist and flipped them on the bed.