Foster Siblings 3: Brokedown Hearts (20 page)

Pausing with the condom half-on, Ben looked up, obvious concern enriching his stare. “What is it?”

A confusing mass of unidentifiable nervousness knotted in David’s belly, too much to sort clearly, but he couldn’t shake the hesitation. “We’re about to have sex.” The honesty Ben seemed to appreciate poured out of David unchecked. “But I don’t know anything about you.”

Hand wrapped around his half-protected, straining cock, Ben muttered, “I’m a little distracted to get into my life story right now, honey.”

As Ben continued putting on the condom, fragments of a thousand questions popped in and out of David’s head, scrambling his ability to process his feelings. “Just tell me something quick,” he said fast, before Ben finished lubing his protected shaft. One thought from earlier this evening sorted itself from the blurred bundle in David’s thoughts, and he asked, “Where are you from? What do you do?”

A sudden softness took the edges off Ben’s strong features. Wearing a half grin again, he eased back down on top of David, settled between his thighs, and braced his forearm next to David’s head. “I grew up in Ocala, but I live in Tampa now. I think of myself as a consultant. Mostly what I do is identify problems for people.” He rested his forehead high against David’s, licked the tip of David’s nose, and murmured, “How’s that for giving up some information for now?”

Ben’s absolute lack of hesitation in responding to David’s questions flooded David with renewed warmth. The bubble of panic within settled, and he became extremely aware of Ben’s cock burning a brand into his inner thigh. David’s mouth thickened with cotton, but this time he knew exactly where his nerves came from.
Anticipation.

David brushed his fingers across Ben’s kiss-reddened lips. His hand trembled, but his smile came straight from his core. “That was plenty good.” He lifted half an inch and pecked a kiss to the scar on Ben’s cheek. “Thank you.”

A new twinkle glittered gold in Ben’s hazel eyes. “First time I’ve ever been thanked
before
I fucked someone.”

David wrapped his arms around Ben’s neck and rubbed their noses together. “Then I’m glad to be a first for you too.”

“Christ.” Groaning—and clearly not with sexual pleasure—Ben, with his forehead still meshed with David’s, shook his head. “You’re too much.” He bit off a quick kiss, and as he adjusted his cock, fitting the sheathed head against David’s bud, he added, “But I like it.” Then, before David could ask another question or give his thanks again, Ben held David in place, thrust his hips, and pushed his cock all the way into David’s ass.

Oh God, please, no
. Instant white-hot fire consumed David’s channel, igniting a ring of flames around his breached hole, and David bit his lip. Pain extinguished all hints of pleasure and robbed him of breath. David felt like he had a baseball bat rammed into his body, damaging his stretched-beyond-all-human-capacity passage, marking him with a scalding, thick poker of fire that would never retreat. Above him, Ben moaned and partially withdrew his cock, and a different, weirder pain squeezed through David’s chute. David cut into his lip with his teeth, and on instinct he tried to turn away from Ben.

In a shot, Ben took hold of David’s hips and pinned him flat to the bed. “What’s the matter?” When David didn’t answer right away, Ben pinched him and demanded, “Are you okay?”

David nodded, tried to say yes, but tears pooled in his eyes. When he met Ben’s piercing gaze, he admitted, “You’re a lot to take.”

Ben cursed, but he let go of David around the middle. Instead, he covered David completely, surrounding David’s head with his arms. The move pushed Ben’s cock back into David’s ass, and David shouted and tried to twist away again.

With two fists full of David’s hair, Ben ground David into the bed. “Don’t panic or struggle; that will only make you tenser and make it hurt more. Put your legs around me, hold on loosely, and take as long as you need.” Without giving David a chance to comply, Ben let go, twined David’s legs low around his waist for him, and lodged his prick the rest of the way inside David’s body.

Pain suffused David’s lower half. He clenched his teeth and shook his head, but Ben stayed with him, stuck to him from top to bottom as if they were one being, hands now twisted in David’s hair again, and said in a soft but firm tone, “Remember how it hurt for a minute when I used my fingers earlier, but then you loved it and begged me for more?”

Face pinched, struggling with the physical reality of having such a large man inside him, David nodded, tied to this man, even through the hurt. “I remember.”

Ben switched from knotting his fingers in David’s hair to petting him over and over again, his gaze never breaking from David’s. “Relax and learn how to handle me, David. I know you can.” Ben’s eyes slid closed for a heartbeat, and he vowed, “I know you can.” He kissed David with tenderness. “I know you can.”

Softly chanting his faith in David, Ben grazed his mouth against David’s repeatedly. He then moved his lips all over David’s face, scraping, brushing, or licking sweet kisses everywhere, and never once stopped promising that he believed in David between every whisper of contact.

Denied kindness and trust for so long in his life, David soaked up every word and caress Ben gave him like a sunbeam on a cold day. By the time Ben reached David’s lips and dipped into another slow and easy kiss, David had warmed all the way to his soul.

Ben slid his tongue languidly along David’s, and David moved from digging his fingers into Ben for dear life to running his hands down Ben’s back and gripping his ass. He scratched the firm globes of flesh, loving the slick layer of sweat coating the skin.

In response Ben groaned and pumped his cock within David’s channel. This time, though, the smooth glide of Ben’s shaft tantalized the nerve endings in David’s anal walls, waking them up in the most wonderful way. Ben canted his hips again, and David gasped and naturally lifted into the contact, searching for more rather than retreating.

Wearing another sweet-as-hell smile, Ben pressed a kiss to David’s lips. Staying there, he whispered, “That’s you handling me, baby. That’s how it feels.” He moved within David’s ass again and moaned through gritted teeth. “I knew you could.” With his forehead jammed against David’s, he shook his head and cursed, “Damn it, you feel good.”

David rocked up to meet Ben’s gentle thrusts, emotion closing his throat as his passage fluttered in wonderful welcome around Ben’s thick cock. Clutching the bigger man around his shoulders, David buried his nose against Ben’s cheek and promised, “You feel good now too. It’s okay.” Ben slid back into David right then, so very smoothly, and David bit Ben’s cheek. Extreme pleasure pulsated within David’s stuffed-full ass, and the waves rocked through him to his cock and lifted his length against Ben’s belly. Uncaring of anything but pleasure now, David pleaded breathlessly, “Do whatever you need to make us come.”

A rough noise escaped Ben, and with a tug on David’s hair, he pulled David back to eye contact. His gaze a beacon in the darkness, Ben dragged David into his light. “I just need this right now. You and me.” His lips barely touching David’s, his face so close it was a blur, Ben said, “You’re plenty enough to make me come.”

A stab of joyous pain pierced straight through David’s chest. With a choked cry of happiness, he smashed his mouth to Ben’s and bucked up clumsily, desperate to share his pleasure and show his joy. In immediate response, Ben slashed his lips across David’s and invaded with a voracious kiss. Ben tunneled his fingers into David’s tresses, held his head in place, and plundered his mouth with an endless, life-giving kiss. At the same time, he rocked on top of David, over and over again, plunging his thick, hard length into David’s tender but willing ass with delicious strikes of heat.

Tendrils of soreness and hurt wove a pattern along David’s rectal walls, reminding him of how new he was to this side of sex. But bigger, hotter, more overwhelming streaks of never-ending pleasure licked through his channel, nuts, and penis too, and he eagerly drove himself upward to meet the thrusts of Ben’s cock.

Kissing Ben just as deeply and messily as Ben kissed him, David wrapped his arms tightly around Ben’s shoulders and locked his legs around Ben’s waist with a python grip, never wanting to let go. Each time Ben punched down into David, David strained up against Ben, writhing with everything in him, as if with enough friction they could fuse their bodies even more completely into one. David’s prick grew harder, and his balls slapped back and forth with each thrust. Each time they came together, David ground his length against Ben’s belly, searching to ease the ache, but the need within only grew, and David felt like he needed to crawl out of his skin to get relief.

With a punishing knifing of his sore ass up against Ben’s cock, David curled his hand around the back of Ben’s head. Locked in on Ben, taking in every harsh line that pulled his handsome face, absorbing the unbearably beautiful light in his eyes, David jerked, and his channel squeezed like a vise around Ben’s buried cock. Control quickly slipped away, and David begged, “Help me,” while shoving a hand between their bodies to tug ruthlessly on his leaking prick. “Oh God, Ben…” David crushed their mouths together in a hard, rookie-green kiss, bleeding his need. “Help me come.”

In an instant, Ben reared to his knees, taking David with him. With David’s legs still wrapped around Ben, Ben held David’s waist and surged up into his ass, taking him to the hilt. They both cried out, and Ben looked up at David without blinking as he withdrew his cock from David’s ass and then slammed in to the root again.

Moaning as his channel milked the hell out of Ben’s embedded cock, David snaked his arms around Ben’s shoulders, pulled him in as close as he could, and confessed in a scraped-bare voice, “I’m so happy I met you. I get excited to wake up every day because I might get to see you.” David’s chest banded with terrible tightness, and he clung to a merging of their lips. “I missed you so much when you were gone.”

“Fuck, David.” Arm closing even tighter around David’s middle, Ben jolted the whole way through and uttered, “I think I’ve been waiting my entire life for you.”

Oh God, yes
. David’s balls twitched as if Ben had whispered those words against his sac, and his prick stiffened more rigid than stone. Connected to Ben in every way, David yanked on his shaft like a madman. His chute pulled Ben deeper into his body, and release rushed through him. David’s voice barely held sound as he said back, “Me too. For you,” and then, before he could pump his shaft one more time, he bit his lip, suppressing his scream, and spurted on Ben’s belly.

The moment cum hit Ben, he turned his kiss into a bite. Then, with a raw cry, he tucked his cock all the way back up into David’s body, shuddered, and spilled himself in David’s ass. Warmth filled David’s tunnel, even through the condom, and the thought that he had been marked by this man made David tremble and come on Ben again.

For long minutes afterward, entangled in each other’s bodies, they breathed heavily as one. David embraced the closeness and soaked up the warmth that came over him so naturally whenever Ben held him. Rocking back and forth, David and Ben, although both spent, continued their dance in silence.

Eventually, though—David didn’t know how short or long a time later—Ben’s sated cock slid from David’s ass, and David winced as soreness once again flooded into his rectum.

Ben reacted fast, as if the pain were his, and lowered David to the mattress. After that, he jumped out of bed and strode naked to the bathroom, calling back, “I’m going to get you a warm washcloth. It’ll help.”

Even though David couldn’t see much of Ben from his position on the bed, what he could see was gloriously fit and nude. But better than his incredibly physical beauty, David basked in the kindness Ben so easily showed him.

Just as fast as Ben had left, he returned with a wet, neatly folded cloth in his hands. After handing it to David, who smiled and gave his thanks, Ben gathered their discarded clothes from the floor. He tossed David’s onto the foot of the bed and then piled his own on the table. Because David had been watching so admiringly, he noticed Ben discreetly check his phone and then slip it back into his jeans.

All the warmth fled from David’s limbs, and the sweat left on his skin brought forth a chill.
The blond from the phone before
. In ten seconds flat, David saw himself tearing the phone out of Ben’s hand and checking it for messages. He then wondered how quickly he could rearrange his work schedule, borrow Sam’s truck, and follow Ben to wherever he went next in town or even back to Tampa.

David sat stock-still on the bed, but in his head he’d already mapped out and planned the next two days, how and where he could follow Ben, all without being detected.
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. No. No. No
. The thoughts, the images, the way David’s brain turned to obsessive, badgering scenarios with lightning speed, to stalking a man he hardly knew and had no relationship claim to, churned the acids in David’s stomach and made him want to vomit.

Less than a minute had passed since Ben had looked at his phone, and Ben, clearly unaware of David’s nutty thoughts, pulled a pair of sweatpants from his bag and started to put them on.

Good. I can get out of here
. Tender ass no longer a priority, David scrambled to the foot of the bed and grabbed his clothes. If he got dressed fast, excused himself for an early workday tomorrow, all with a smile on his face, Ben would be none the wiser that he’d hooked up with a crazy person. David might have spilled his guts about being in prison, but unless Ben had spent the hour they were apart researching David on the Internet, he didn’t yet know about David’s obsessive/stalker tendencies. With any luck, David could disappear forever—for as long as it took to squash these ugly, destructive thoughts and desires—even if it meant losing a good guy like Ben.

With his underwear and sweats barely at his waist, David shot up from the bed and spun for the door. Before he took his first step, he stalled as another feeling, much stronger than the other, burgeoned in his belly.
No. Wait. This isn’t the answer either
. Even if David had slipped too quickly to stalker-ish thoughts, Ben still was, in fact, hiding something from him.
Correction. Hiding someone.