Foster Siblings 3: Brokedown Hearts (11 page)

Shouting at the top of his lungs, David arched the lower half of his body off the bed. With one drive of his hips, he spilled himself voraciously into Ben’s mouth. Spasms took David over, and as ripping tentacles of deep pleasure reached through his insides and shredded every corner of his body, he dumped line after line of seed onto Ben’s tongue. And all the while, from his position between David’s thighs, Ben continued to ply David’s body and watch him while he came.

The intensity in Ben’s stare sliced through David, making David feel as if Ben could see straight into his soul.
No. He can’t. It’s ugly in there
. A new spike of fear stabbed David’s middle and took control. David started to struggle, but Ben shook his head, denying him freedom. With a cry of denial, David tried to roll away. At the same time Ben dug his fingers into David’s hips, flipped him over, and covered him from behind.
Oh God.

Moving one hand into David’s hair, holding his head down against the bedding, Ben shoved his other hand between his crotch and David’s bare ass. David could feel the man undoing his belt, button, and zipper.
Oh no, oh no, oh no
. David had never been penetrated before, and from just a moment ago he recalled how thick and big Ben had felt against his hand.
He’ll tear me apart
. A reserve of strength released a flood of adrenaline into David’s blood, dizzying in its concentration, and David battled to get free once more. As strong as an ox, though, Ben didn’t so much as waver on top of David. Ben pushed his jeans down to his thighs and slid his bare dick against David’s buttocks. With first contact, David cried out, redoubled his efforts, and acted like a bull trying to buck a strong rider from his back.

Ben immediately pressed his full weight onto David, imprisoning him against the bed, and put his mouth close to David’s ear. “Don’t freak out on me. I’m not going to shove in and take you.” Ben lifted his middle just enough to push his hand between them and fit his cock between David’s cheeks. Ben rocked once, then twice, and the hot slide of his dick pulled a gasp from David and another moan from Ben.

Ben muttered, “Damn it, that’s good.” He moved his length in David’s crack again, and his moan slipped to something raw from his gut. The sound went right through Ben into David’s back. Ben swore against the side of David’s neck, and his tone became ragged as he said, “Just let me feel you like this so I can come. Please.” Against David’s skin, Ben sucked in a shaky breath, and he clutched David’s hip. “I need it. I need you.”

Oh my
. Bigger than David’s fears of being fucked, the newly exposed desperation in Ben attacked David at a core level and trumped all else. The man was strung tighter than a bow on top of David, and every pore of his body bled and pleaded a thousand times more aggressively than his voice.

Responding to everything leaching out of Ben, David relaxed and sank into the bedding, welcoming Ben’s weight. He reached back, dug his fingers into Ben’s hips, and circled his ass against the man’s cock. “Yes. Okay. Do whatever you need to me.”

Pressing his forehead to David’s shoulder, Ben released a noise that landed somewhere between a chuckle and a groan. “Don’t say that, honey. Not yet. You’re not ready for everything I need to do to you.”

The rigid line of Ben’s hot dick settled fully between David’s cheeks.

The intimate, scorching sensation fired new sparks into David’s channel, balls, and cock, challenging him to get hard again, and he whispered, “I think I’m ready for this. God help me, I think I really want this.”

Ben nuzzled into the crook of David’s neck, pressed an oh-so-light kiss just behind David’s ear, and David trembled in response.

Without censor, David confessed, “With you.”

Ben jerked and sliced his cock hard in David’s ass crack. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.” He pushed through again and scraped his teeth up the side of David’s neck and into his hair. “I know you will.”

Right then Ben’s shaft grazed across David’s sensitized hole. David hissed as his entrance awakened fully, and he admitted, “I’ve had the same thought about you.”

With another nip to David’s scalp, Ben pulled David’s hands off his hips, twined them with his, and stretched their arms across the bed. “Then let’s go out in a hellfire of glory together.” As Ben completed his declaration, he punched his erection deep into the crack of David’s ass and began to fuck the crease with strength and speed.

Ben’s choice of phrase about leaving this world together slammed a panic-filled needle into David’s heart. David didn’t want his head overrun with reminders about his suicidal past, not right now. Streaks of David’s bad history leaked into his blood, trying to freeze him solid, but Ben pumped his dick into the split of David’s buttocks with even more power and precision and, without knowing, battled back against the cold inside David. With every cant of Ben’s hips, he clutched the backs of David’s hands and crushed his lips into David’s hair, connecting to David everywhere. Ben surrounded David, and the furnace of heat emanating from him chased away every bit of cold from David’s soul.

With his fears drowned out, David bumped his ass up into Ben’s cock, eager to deepen this brand of fucking. Ben grunted in response, pressed against David with more of his honed-to-perfection body, smothering him, and whispered, “Christ, you feel so good. Your excitement is killing me.” Rocking his hips fast and hard, Ben sawed his length back and forth in David’s crack, tagging David’s squeezing hole every time. “I’ve never been pushed to come this fast before.”

Every word Ben spoke, every stroke and press of his body against David’s, fueled a primitive need in David to have a man consume him. “I want to feel you lose yourself.” So unlike anything in his history, David jammed his ass up into Ben’s cock and pleaded, “Come on my back.”

Uttering, “Fuck,” Ben released David’s hands and grabbed a fistful of his hair. He drew up to his knees, yanked David’s head, forcing him to look back, and started pulling with clear, ruthless speed on his own penis. Precum glistened all over the head and shaft of Ben’s cock, and with each drag Ben put on his length, his hard features shifted to something brutal.

Holding David by the hair at a painful angle, Ben locked his gaze on David’s and didn’t let go. “Tell me again.”

David didn’t need to ask what Ben needed. “Come on my back.” He didn’t break from Ben’s stare, and his skin caught fire with the thought of this man branding him. “Put your mark on me.”

A roar erupting through his entire being, Ben let go of David’s hair. He bared his teeth, arched his spine, and aimed his cockhead at David’s upper back. With one last pull on his length, Ben spewed like a drill hitting oil and shot thick, milky seed onto David’s flesh. The first splash of hot cum hit David in an arc, and a shock of bone-deep pleasure raced straight to his cock. Without realizing he’d gotten hard again, David shuddered and cried out for Ben. David spilled another pool of seed onto the bed while Ben ejaculated all over his back.

Ben jerked one last time and then dropped, bracing himself on his hands and knees over David. Dipping lower, Ben began creating a trail of butterfly kisses across David’s upper back, licking David’s flesh, sipping his own cum in between each press of his lips. Eventually Ben made his way over David’s shoulder, up his neck and cheek, and brushed a soft kiss against David’s lips. He murmured, “Hi,” and gently kissed David again.

Oh my goodness, he’s amazing
. Trembling, David tentatively kissed Ben back. He even went so far as to slip his tongue past Ben’s lips, eager to learn the taste of this man.

With a rumble, Ben nipped David’s tongue and then soothed it with a lick. He buried his hand in David’s hair and tugged his head back until their gazes met once more. Still breathing heavily, Ben leaned in, stole another fast kiss, and roughly uttered, “One day I’ll lose myself that hard while I’m deep in your ass, and you’ll never get the stain of me off you.”

David jolted as deep-seated pleasure shot through him, but at the same time, his heart fell to his stomach. He didn’t understand or know how to process someone saying such a thing to him. Especially not so fast. And double especially not from a sweet-and-sexy-as-all-get-out guy like Ben. Was it just dirty talk? Something normal one gay man would say to another after a casual sexual encounter? Or was Ben somehow feeling an equal connection to David, one similar to what David feared he already felt far too strongly for Ben?

Ben leaned in to take another kiss. David’s chest started pounding like crazy, but just before their lips met, a techno-music ringtone blasted through the motel room like a digitized knife.

Faster than David had ever seen a person move, Ben shot off the bed, his jeans around his knees, and spun in a circle, all while grabbing at his pants. “Shit, that’s me. It’s important.” He jerked his jeans up to his waist but then cursed after he shoved his hand into a pocket but came up empty. “My phone.” He looked around at the floor, swore again, and dropped to look under the bed. “Where did it fall?”

Moved by Ben’s frantic search, David kicked into gear. Not stopping to pull his pants up from around his ankles, David buried his hands in the bedding while doing a turn, feeling around within the covers.

The music stopped, and Ben muttered, “Fucking shit,” just as David hit something cold and hard with the tips of his fingers.

As David dislodged the phone from a pocket created by the sheets, he said, “I found it.” He unearthed it, and Ben snatched it out of his hand.

The phone blipped, a familiar sound indicating a text message. Ben tapped the screen twice, said, “Damn it,” and zipped his jeans. Not bothering to do up the button, he tapped the screen a few more times, put the phone to his ear, and glanced up at David. “This can’t wait. I have to go.” With barely a wave, he opened the door, his mind already clearly gone from the room. “I’ll talk to you soon.”

Suddenly aware of being half-naked, David yanked a pile of bedding across his lap and whispered, “Bye,” to the man’s back. The door slammed closed, leaving David alone, with Ben’s cum still dripping down his back. David trembled and went cold.

Ben had grabbed the phone out of David’s hand faster than he’d been able to hand it over, but David had still seen the image and the name filling the screen after Ben had tapped it: blond, cute, and young; the name had read Mikael.

This Mikael had a special ringtone in Ben’s phone. And the moment Ben had heard the tune, he’d leaped up and forgotten everything else in order to answer. Mikael was obviously very important to Ben, and with absolutely no resemblance between them, this guy could not be a relative.

He has a boy toy on the side
. David blinked hard and fast, battling back the stupid burn of tears.
Or maybe not a toy
. From Ben’s reaction to that call, he cared about Mikael very much.
Maybe he loves him.

David shivered, and his stomach churned. Two minutes ago he’d wanted to fall asleep with Ben’s seed drying on his back, hopefully with Ben right next to him.

Dumb. Dumb. Dummy.

David wasn’t special. He had to remember that truth. Christian hadn’t wanted him five years ago. Hell, his whole family wouldn’t claim him as kin. Why would a beautiful man like Ben, who could have whoever he wanted in the world, want David for more than a fast, easy lay?

He wouldn’t.

David rushed to the shower, suddenly desperate to get clean.

* * * *

“Damn it, Mika.” Ben kicked his motel room door closed and dialed his brother again. “Pick up your phone.”

A glance at his watch and a fast time calculation told him it was after one in the morning in Sweden. Mikael might be freshly eighteen, but his age did not make Ben feel good about the kid’s safety or offer comfort about Mikael’s ability to take care of himself.

Especially not if he just had it out with his dad.

His heart squeezing anew, Ben hung up the phone and sent a text:
If you do not call me within two minutes, I swear to fuck I am going to call the police over there and start a manhunt for you. Pick up your damned phone!

Less than thirty seconds later, techno music filled Ben’s motel room.

After jamming the Accept button, Ben put the phone to his ear and swore, “You little bastard. You send me a cryptic message like that again and then don’t bother to answer me, and I will cut you out of my life and leave you to deal with your dad on your own.”

“No, you wouldn’t.” Not a hint of uncertainty tainted Mikael’s accented tone. “You know how much that would wreck me, and you’d never do it.”

Fuck
. Sighing, Ben wiped tension from his brow. Mikael knew him too well. “Then don’t be an asshole like him.” His heart softening, the rancor slid out of Ben’s voice. “Don’t leave me hanging, worrying about you when you text me that the shit has hit the fan.”

“I’m sorry.” Mikael’s voice cracked, giving away the strands of his youth and emotions. “I was upset and wasn’t thinking. I didn’t mean to be a jerk to you.”

“You’re forgiven.” Legs feeling as if they were full of lead, Ben dropped into a rickety old seat at the table in his room. “Now tell me what happened.”

A long pause filled the space between them, and then Mikael whispered, “I told them. He didn’t take it well.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck
. “I’m sorry, kid. I’m so fucking sorry your fears turned out to be right.” From the moment Ben had met Mikael, he’d sensed the boy was gay. When Mikael had finally admitted it to him, Ben had accepted and shared that he was too, but had struggled with how much to share about Mikael’s father’s views regarding homosexuality. “But you did have a feeling, so you couldn’t have been entirely shocked.”

“I know.” The kid was a lanky six feet one, but right now his voice squeaked, and he sounded like the puny, gawky thirteen-year-old Ben had met five years ago. “But I must have still been wishing I was wrong, because”—Mikael sucked in a wobbly, audible breath—“because…because everything awful he said earlier felt like he was punching me with words and trying to kill me. I didn’t know what to do, so I ran away.”