Between the way he could hear and feel Ben’s thoughts and seeing him shift again, Jack had no choice but to let go of his doubts and fears. He wasn’t even afraid that Ben would tire of him or hurt him—couldn’t be when he knew Ben intimately, much more intimately than sex alone would have made possible.
When Ben sprawled on top of him in bed, their naked skin finally touching from chest to thighs, Jack almost combusted. He couldn’t think of anything but Ben, of the need running rampant through him, through them both. He felt his own, and Ben’s as well. The combination was eradicating everything but lust and want and pleasure.
Jack wound his arms around Ben’s neck and parted his legs, letting Ben slip between them. Notched together perfectly, cocks aligned, warm and hard and wet-tipped, Jack rose up enough to press his mouth to Ben’s.
Ben moaned and pushed him down, taking over the kiss, mouth sealed tight to his. Ben’s tongue pressed against Jack’s, and they dueled for dominance until Ben thrust then nipped Jack’s bottom lip.
“Fuck,” Jack panted, turning his head, writhing, lust firing through him like never before. All arousal before Ben paled in comparison, so much as to not even be in the same category as this. Jack hadn’t felt anything before; he’d just gone through the motions, had just thought he’d known what pleasure was, what bodies could do together.
Ben was showing him how wrong he’d been.
Jack ran his hands down Ben’s back, over powerful muscles and soft skin, marked here and there by scars.
“Fights,” Ben murmured against Jack’s cheek. “Turf wars. Playing around.”
Jack kept moving his hands down until he reached Ben’s lower back, the dip then swell of his buttocks. “Do you ever bottom?”
Ben kissed him again, a fierce, near-bruising press of lips and tongue and teeth that had Jack planting his heels against the mattress and thrusting up, trying to get as close to Ben as possible.
“Anything you want,” Ben rasped; then he kissed Jack again.
Jack wanted everything. The rub of his dick alongside Ben’s was delicious, but not enough. “Fuck me.”
Just the thought, then Ben was rumbling in agreement, moving, sliding down, licking, and kissing Jack’s neck, his chest, nibbling at his nipples, plucking and rubbing them until Jack cried out, so needy he could hardly stand it.
Ben sucked Jack’s left nipple harder, while rolling the right between his fingers. Jack clutched at him, curling his fingers against Ben’s ass, aching, pressure building in his balls.
He didn’t want to come like that, not yet.
Jack arched, moaning as pleasure rolled through him. “Please, please, please,” he begged, unable to manage anything more than that.
Ben began moving again, sliding lower, and Jack almost shivered with anticipation. “Please,” he repeated, “Suck me, fuck me, more—” He gasped when Ben licked his belly button. “Oh!” It tickled, and it didn’t. Jack had never had anyone pay so much attention to his body. He started to curl up, but the dull pain in his ribs stopped that action.
Ben paused, raised his head, and touched Jack’s ribs, right where they ached the worst. “Why didn’t you tell me they hurt?”
“Because they didn’t until I tried to sit up,” Jack got out between panted breaths. “They’re almost all healed up.”
Ben kissed Jack’s cockhead, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure from that spot to his balls. Then Ben did something horrible—he sat up, kneeling between Jack’s legs.
“How’d you get hurt?”
Jack couldn’t repress an irritated sigh. “Now we have to discuss this?”
Ben leered at him. “Doubt you’ll be talking much when I’m eating your ass in a few minutes.”
Jack’s mouth dropped open.
Ben cupped his nuts, then caressed the sensitive spot behind them. “Hasn’t anyone ever done that to you before?”
Jack shook his head and managed to close his mouth finally.
“I get to be your first, and only,” Ben all but purred. “And I’ve never been fucked, so there’s that. Tell me how you got hurt. Was it that guy who sent the messages and whatever else when you turned your phone on this morning?”
Jack couldn’t lie. “Yes. Alex. We were together for a while. He was abusive when he was drunk. I should have left him, but… I don’t know.” He sounded so lame. “I get how someone becomes a victim for an abuser. It starts off with little things, then it gets to be bigger things, but you think I’ve already let him get away with that other stuff, so I can’t really throw a fit now, or I’ve invested so much time in him, or this is the best I can do. I won’t let anyone treat me like that again.”
Ben moved out from between Jack’s legs.
Jack’s hopes plummeted. “I didn’t mean to—you’re disgusted.”
Ben growled. “Does it feel like I’m disgusted with you?”
Jack poked around with that new connection they had. “Not with me, no.” He rolled to his side. “But you moved away.”
“First, yeah, no one will ever treat you that way again. I won’t, and you’re a strong man, Jack. You’ve learned your worth. As to why I moved, that’s easy. Because your ribs hurt. I want you to straddle my face, honey, and let me lick your ass until you’re ready to ride me.” Ben grinned as he stretched out on his back. “As for the ex, he needs to stop bothering you. If he shows up here, I’m going to hurt him. Otherwise, I’ll leave him alone.”
“He doesn’t know where this ranch is,” Jack assured him. He didn’t want to talk about Alex anymore. “Straddle your face?” He’d seen that in porn videos before, but had never actually done it.
Ben licked his lips. “Oh yeah, stud. Get up here and give me that ass.”
Jack’s belly felt quivery inside as he rolled over and straddled Ben’s chest. “God, you’re so sexy.”
“Ditto.” Ben caressed Jack’s thighs, then his hips. “Come on up here and let me taste you.”
Jack began to scoot up, intending to move so he could place his knees beside Ben’s shoulders.
But Ben stroked down to Jack’s dick, fisting it with one hand, while cupping Jack’s sac with the other. “Perfect,” Ben said, giving his sac a little squeeze, nothing too much or painful. “Love a handful.” He rolled Jack’s balls. “Mmm, want them in my mouth, too.”
Like Jack was going to argue about that.
Ben let go. “Come on. Give ’em to me.”
Jack moved, then he lifted his balls and rubbed them over Ben’s mouth. “Like that?” He wasn’t sure how he meant it, but seeing his sac on Ben’s lips was damned erotic.
And when Ben licked, it was as if Jack’s head spun. “Oh, yeah. Fuck yes.” He moved his balls again, then Ben sucked, and Jack’s eyes damn near crossed as pleasure shot along his nerve endings.
He let go of his sac and let Ben have at it. Ben licked and sucked on Jack’s balls while rubbing and pinching Jack’s nipples, and Jack could only rock his hips and moan, bracing his hands against the headboard as he did so.
Ben then brought one hand down to Jack’s shaft, and guided it to his lips.
Jack canted his hips and ignored the slight pain in his side. The second Ben sucked his cockhead into his wet, warm mouth, Jack forgot about any discomfort. He let the blissful sensations roll over him, moving slowly at first, then rushing throughout his body when he began to push his dick deeper and deeper, until he breached Ben’s throat.
“Fuck,” Jack whispered, staring down at the amazing sight of Ben’s mouth stretched wide around his dick.
Ben winked at him, then swallowed, and Jack couldn’t keep back the moan, couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. When he rocked his hips back, Ben turned his head and Jack’s cock slipped from his mouth.
Ben clutched Jack’s ass. “Gimme.”
Jack moved up, Ben scooted down a few inches, then Ben parted Jack’s cheeks and dove right in.
Jack had expected a few licks first to break him in, but no, Ben pressed his tongue to Jack’s hole and pushed. At the same time, he pulled Jack’s cheeks farther apart, giving him a good stretch, making him really feel every bit of Ben’s tongue against his pucker.
Jack cupped his own balls and lifted, keeping them off Ben’s face, then he began to move, rolling his hips, fucking himself on that slick tongue.
He felt Ben’s approval inside, heard it in the rumbling sound he made, felt it again against that most sensitive skin. Jack kept his movements small, letting Ben rim him and drive him to new heights of pleasure.
Jack could only grunt as he squirmed and tried to get more of that tongue in his ass. He wanted Ben to fill him up, to stretch him unlike anyone else had, to mate with him. Jack couldn’t articulate any of that. All he could do was shudder and try not to grind down on Ben’s face.
When Ben worked a spit-slick finger in beside his tongue, Jack moaned and dropped his head back, breaths coming in gusts as he soaked in the feel of what Ben was doing to him. He needed to touch his dick, but had one hand cupping his balls still, and the other supporting him, pressed against the headboard.
The second finger brought more fullness, but still not enough. Ben wiggled them and brushed over Jack’s gland, and Jack almost came on the spot.
Then he was moving, forcing himself to rise up, because fingers and tongue weren’t enough anymore.
Jack moved on shaking legs, getting himself to one side of Ben, reaching for the nightstand where he’d unpacked the condoms he’d brought with him from his former home. He’d done it unthinkingly, and now was glad for it. He plucked out the lube, too, then handed the condom to Ben.
“You do that. I’ll do this.” Jack opened the bottle and poured lube into his palm. He closed the lid, then tossed the bottle toward the foot of the bed.
Remembering Ben’s wink, Jack gave one back to Ben before turning around, presenting Ben with a view of his ass—and what he was going to do with it. Jack pulled his left ass cheek aside. He began to rub the lube down and around his hole, then pushed two fingers in as deep as he could manage.
“Fuck,” Ben drawled. “The sight you make… I’ll be lucky to last a minute. I’m gonna embarrass myself.”
“You’ll last,” Jack informed him. “You’ll last until I’m ready for you to come.”
Ben moaned, and Jack heard the familiar sound of a condom being put on. He and Alex had never fucked without one, and he wondered if he and Ben would get to where they could.
“Yes, we will,” Ben vowed. “I can’t get tested. I don’t know what might show up in any kind of blood test, but I have never fucked without a condom.”
Jack would give that consideration, but for now— “One more,” he said just for show. He worked a third finger in. “Oh, damn, that’s so good. Your dick is bigger, so thick it’s gonna make me burn. I want that. Want you.” He stopped fingering himself and wiped his hand on the blanket. He needed to wash it anyway. He turned around and crawled up Ben’s gorgeous body again.
Jack had to lick his shaft, his balls, the vee where leg and groin met.
“Please,” Ben panted. “Jack, have mercy on me!”
Jack was feeling pretty merciful and so horny he couldn’t wait any longer. He positioned himself over Ben and reached behind him for Ben’s fat cock.
“Sweet. This is gonna feel so—” He began to lower himself down on the broad crown. “Fuck, you’re big—feels so, so good.” The tip was stretching him, bringing that burn and pleasure combination that Jack had always craved but never found with another man. Some of his toys, yes, but never a real lover.
And none of his toys were as big as Ben’s dick.
“Oh… oh, that’s it, honey, take it, take it, take it,” Ben chanted. “Ride my cock, open up that sweet ass and—”
The long, drawn out moan from Ben, when Jack clenched his ass, was ecstasy made audible.
Jack did it again, and proceeded to clench and release all the way down Ben’s shaft until it was buried to the hilt inside of him. Jack took a moment to appreciate the fullness, the hard, perfect length stretching him, then he began to move, rising up, letting the underside of Ben’s crown give a good, tugging stretch to his rim. Then he sank down, his balls pressed against Ben’s pubic hair. Jack rotated his hips, came up, glided down.
Over and over, he rode Ben’s cock until they were both gasping, sweating, clutching at each other. When Ben fisted Jack’s dick, Jack keened and moved faster, gracelessly, hungry for what was building, for the orgasm that threatened to lay him out with its intensity.
Ben shook and jolted beneath him, thrusting up, cursing, calling his name.
“Now, now, now,” Jack demanded, feeling that tightening in his balls, the pulsing, racing jet of cum streaking up. He slammed down as spunk shot from his cock, Ben jacking him with rough strokes that only magnified his pleasure. Jack tightened up all over, and Ben’s shout rang in his ears as Ben came.
It seemed that Jack’s climax went on forever, yet it ended too soon. And with its passing, his strength vanished. Jack was worn out, fucked out, and sated like never before. He whimpered a little as he eased off of Ben’s cock. Everything ached, in a very, very good way.
Jack flopped onto his back. He was dimly aware of the bed squeaking, the mattress dipping.
“Condom,” he heard Ben mumbled, then Jack let sleep take him away.