A Kind of Romance (25 page)

“Are you sure you don’t have a neighborhood voyeur with a telescope?”

I chuckled softly. “I’m not sure at all, but it’s a chance you’ll have to take. Go on. Everything off.”

His eyes lit with a mischievous twinkle as he made a production of slowly unbuckling his belt and slipping it from his jeans one loop at a time. He dropped it on his discarded shirt. It still made a muted clanking sound when it hit the ground. He stopped with fingers on the button of his jeans and gave me another searching look.

“What are you waiting for?”

Benny grinned wickedly as he unbuttoned and unzipped. At the last second, he turned and lowered the denim over his bare ass. My nostrils flared and my vision went blurry. The moonlight captured his taut muscles and fine angular features to perfection. He looked like a fantasy come to life. A naked man in my living room cloaked in shadow but standing close enough that I could feel his body heat and see his desire. My cock swelled noticeably in my suit pants. Any other day I’d be half-naked already in my haste to bend him over and fuck him senseless. Tonight felt different.

“What is it?” Benny’s smile faltered slightly as he stepped out of his shoes and kicked his clothes aside. He narrowed his eyes and moved toward me cautiously, as though he suspected I was dangerous. Maybe he was a little afraid of me. It didn’t stop him. He reached out to run his forefinger down the row of buttons on my shirt before gazing into my eyes with his hand resting on my belt buckle.

“You’re… beautiful.” I cupped the back of his neck and drew him close. I loved the contrast of his naked body against my fully clothed one. I was torn between feeling protective of him and something much more… base. I wanted him to be mine. Only mine.

“So are you. Let’s make you more comfortable.” He sounded sultry and suddenly sure as he wrapped his arms around my waist and yanked my oxford shirt from my trousers. Then he splayed his hands on my lower back. His fingers felt hot on my warm skin. He smiled up at me before raking them along my sides. I stilled his hands when he pulled at my belt.

“No,” I whispered.

“No?”

“We’re playing a new game now. It’s called ‘anything Zeke wants.’ The rules are fairly simple. I give instructions, you follow. Got it?”

“Is this punishment for tricking you?”

I chuckled and bent to press a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “First rule… no talking. The only word you’re allowed to say is
more
.”

“Do I need a safe word?” he asked with mock gravity.

“We aren’t reenacting
Fifty Shades of Gay
, baby.” I rolled my eyes, then set my hands on his shoulders and turned him to face the pool table.

“I think you mean—ow!” He jumped when I smacked his ass, then turned back to glare at me with his right hand covering his reddened cheek. “That hurt!”

“Good. Maybe you’ll take the rules more seriously. Now turn back around and place both hands on the edge of the pool table. I’m going to get a couple things, but I’ll be right back.” I kissed his shoulder and squeezed his ass before moving toward my bedroom.

“Wait—”

“Shh. Patience.”

I left my shoes and socks in my closet before grabbing supplies from my bedside table. When I stepped back into the living area, my pulse went into overdrive. Benny had shifted to lean on his elbows so he was bent at his waist over the table with my handprint on proud display. I wasn’t one of those people who got off on even sexy spankings, but fuck… that was hot. I gulped as I approached him. I set the lube and condom on one of the bookshelves behind me and a towel on one of the leather chairs before grabbing the massage oil. Benny peered over his shoulder, then gyrated his hips in a slow, seductive motion.

“Stand up straight. Good boy. Relax. And remember the rules.”

He let out an annoyed-sounding huff but didn’t speak. I clicked open the bottle of oil in my hand and poured a generous amount in my left palm before setting it aside. I rubbed my hands together to warm the liquid, then placed my hands on his shoulders and began a leisurely massage. I concentrated on his shoulders and upper back before slowly making my way south. He sighed in pleasure, letting his head fall forward as tension eased from his muscles. He jutted his hips backward, silently requesting me to move lower still. I wrapped my arms around his torso and pinched his nipples, then slid my hands over his abs to rest on his hips before finally reaching for his cock.

Benny writhed into my touch like a cat leaning into a scratch. I kept my grip purposely light. This was only the beginning. Naked and hard was good, but I wanted him to vibrate with desire. I wanted to take him to the brink. So close to the edge that a feathery brush of my hand against his leaking cock would eventually make him explode. We were nowhere near there yet, I mused as I gently stroked him with my right hand and kneaded his ass cheeks. First one globe, then the other before tracing his crack with my forefinger.

“Zeke, I want—ow!” I smacked his ass, then stepped back.

Benny glanced over his shoulder indignantly, then hung his head in a funny repentant way that made me want to laugh.

“What did I say about talking? Your only job here is to relax… and enjoy.”

He nodded profusely, then leaned farther over the table and swayed his hips from side to side. I went a little dizzy. I wasn’t sure why the hell I wasn’t naked and inside him now. My cock ached with need.

“Holy shit,” I growled.

Sweat beaded my upper lip, and my hand trembled as I struggled to keep my libido under control. I let out a long rush of air, then unzipped my pants and pulled aside the opening of my briefs to free my turgid flesh.

“Turn around and get on your knees,” I commanded in a low, hoarse voice.

I was ready for a look of mock nervousness or surprise, but he was too strung out to do anything more than obey. He was on his knees in a flash, staring up at me as though waiting for permission to proceed. I shivered at the feel of his warm breath and the mere brush of his nose against my dick. The visual alone was a crazy turn-on. I was dressed like a Wall Street exec after hours with my cock sticking out from my Armani trousers like a flagpole while a gorgeous, naked man knelt at my feet.

“Suck me, Benny.”

He closed his eyes and licked the tip, letting my precum wet his lower lip. I tried not to influence his movement. Benny knew what he was doing. But when he stubbornly swirled his tongue lightly over my slit, I sensed he was tormenting me on purpose. I laid my hand on his forehead to stop him. He cocked his head curiously and gave me a sly grin.

“Benny….” I exhaled in exasperation and tugged his hair. “Suck.”

His smile widened as he splayed his hand against my crotch and then licked my shaft from base to tip and back. He repeated the motion up one side and down the other before finally devouring me whole. I let out a low groan and pumped my hips forward. The movement spurred him on. He sucked voraciously. He bobbed his head and turned to deepen the angle and take even more. When the pressure and pleasure built to a state of near combustion, I made myself push him away. I wasn’t going to last if he didn’t stop, and an early ending was not what I had in mind tonight.

“No more. Stand up and turn around.”

I moved to his side and grabbed his thick penis tightly. His eyes took on a glassy look as he covered my hand with one of his and jacked my cock with the other. He lifted his chin and licked my jaw. I captured his mouth in a fierce kiss with dueling tongues. Our mouths were fused, and the heat emanating between us as we stroked each other felt feverish. I was a grown man with a healthy sexual appetite, but I couldn’t remember ever wanting someone quite this much. There was a hint of insanity here that should have scared me but didn’t. Sure, it was dark and my place was on the top floor, but the blinds were open, for Christ’s sake. Unless a Peeping Tom was plastered to the window directly across the street from me and equipped with high-magnification binoculars, I doubted we were in any real danger of being seen. However, the unobstructed floor plan and open blinds made it seem like we were exposed or putting on a show. Maybe that’s what made this feel so… decadent. Perverted.

Benny gasped for air and pushed at my chest. He gave me another mischievous grin before squeezing me hard and whispering in a soft sexy tone, “More.”

I growled and crashed my mouth over his again. “Fuck, I want you so bad.”

“I’m a sure thing tonight, Zeke.”

“Good to know.” I chuckled as I guided him to face the table again.

“And I won’t talk anymore.” His tone was ripe with innuendo, and the saucy smile told me he wanted to ramp things up.

“You want me to spank your ass, don’t you?”

Benny grinned mischievously but didn’t bother denying it. “What I really want is your dick in my ass. What are you waiting for?”

What indeed? I added a little more lube and massaged the sensitive skin around his hole before pushing my finger inside him. I stroked his leaking cock as I worked my finger in and out. He couldn’t stand still, and he couldn’t seem to decide what he wanted more, so he shimmied his hips in a frenzied back-and-forth motion like he was practicing for his turn on a mechanical bull at a backwater dive. The lusty moves were pure sex.

I added a second finger and let go of his cock so I could position mine to ride his crack alongside my hand. The friction wasn’t anywhere near enough, but it felt amazing. I let out a low groan and reached for him again. I swiped my thumb over his slit and collected the excess precum. I was going to use it as a natural lubricant, but I changed my mind at the last second and raised my thumb slowly to my lips. I waited for him to turn his head. His eyes narrowed with lust as he watched me lick my thumb and offer it to him to taste. He sucked it wildly in shameless abandon while he fucked himself in my tight grip.

“Stop. I have to be inside you.”

“Yes! Do it, Zeke. Fuck me.”

My breathing was rough and ragged. I sounded like I’d been running up a flight of stairs. I had to calm my racing heart before I passed out. We had done this dozens of times already. Why did it seem to get better each time? Nothing ever felt the same twice. I rested my head on his shoulder and gently eased my fingers from his hole. I reached for the condom and wasn’t surprised when I fumbled and nearly dropped it on the floor. Benny turned and snatched the wrapper from my hand. He didn’t smile or make a joke about my sudden loss of dexterity. He was in the same state as me. We emanated a palpable sexual energy so intense I wasn’t sure of my footing. I put my hand on his hips to steady myself as I watched him roll the condom on me and add lube. He glanced up, waiting for my instruction as he stroked my hard shaft.

“Turn around.”

Benny nodded and then turned back to the table, swaying his hips seductively. When he felt my sheathed dick ride his crack, he groaned and shifted back to pull his cheeks open. He was like a sex toy come to life. He had no shame. Benny was a firm believer in doing whatever felt good, and fuck… this felt amazing. I pushed the tip of my finger in his hole alongside my aching cock and then gently slid inside.

We moaned in unison at the initial wave of pressure and pleasure. I stopped when I was halfway inside to catch my breath and hopefully quell the desire to plunge forward and take without thought. I wasn’t a selfish lover. I’d been around the block more than a few times. I knew the rules of mutual gratification in sex. The inherent give and take could feel forced sometimes, but it rarely registered as important when the end result of a mind-blowing orgasm was at stake. With Benny, everything was different. Coherent thought wasn’t possible. He was so fluid. Every move he made was laced with a potent eroticism that was simply part of who he was. Hell, the guy made hailing a cab look sexy. I couldn’t help feeling I was in over my head every time I was inside him. As though the intensity of my desire clouded reason.

I rested my head between his shoulders for a moment and then licked his neck before sliding completely inside. Benny let out a guttural cry as he reached back to clutch at my ass.

“You still have clothes on.”

“I’ll get to it. I just can’t… stop.”

We both went still, reveling in the sublime sensations for a moment before I began to move. A gentle push and pull. I unbuckled and unzipped my pants, then shoved them down my legs, making sure not to break our connection as I moved slowly. I ran my hands along his sides, murmuring in a low voice how fucking beautiful he was, how incredible he felt. I didn’t know if he heard anything I said, but I wondered if he’d be surprised to know I never said those things to another man. I was all about base language and carnal need during sex. Not tender words and meaningless praise.

Before I could freak myself out, Benny demanded more. He straightened from the table and angled his head sideways to kiss me. And bite me. He licked my chin and the corner of my mouth until I shoved my tongue down his throat. My slow, deliberate moves soon gave way to a furious pumping motion. And when he gasped for breath and pushed back to meet me thrust for thrust, I knew I’d met my match.

“Harder.”

I drove into him relentlessly, gripping his waist and shoulder as I lost myself in him. “Like that?”

“Oh fuck… yes.”

Benny let out a low, keening cry that echoed with the relentless sound of sweat-slicked skin colliding in the cavernous space. It was close to sensory overload. I cautioned myself to breathe and stay in the moment or risk coming too soon. I unbuttoned my shirt, hoping the monotonous task would keep my libido in check. But when he lifted his left knee to rest on the pool table, I nearly passed out. The seemingly innocent shift in position changed everything. The angle, the length of my stroke, and his ability to fuck himself at will on my shaft. I wrapped my arms around his chest and rubbed my thumbs over his nipples as I pistoned my hips wildly.

“Stop.”

I blinked at the command and tried to refocus. Benny pushed me back a step and disengaged our bodies so he could turn to sit on the edge of the pool table with his legs spread wide. Holy fuck.

I swallowed hard before stepping between his open thighs. I crashed my mouth over his, twisting our tongues as I pushed my way back inside my lover. Benny broke the kiss and bit my shoulder hard as he wound his legs around my waist. I moved my hands up and down his back and through his hair before clutching his ass and pulling him against me. I pumped my hips violently and gave in to pleasure. I wouldn’t last now anyway.