Foster Siblings 3: Brokedown Hearts (27 page)

From behind, covering David, Ben pulled David’s earlobe between his teeth. As he withdrew his digit from David’s tunnel, leaving him bereft, he asked, “Is this what you want me to do to you?” This time, Ben worked two digits into David’s hole and wonderfully tended to the pulsations running out of control in David’s ass. With precise, slow strikes, Ben pumped his fingers within David without relenting, and as David’s passage squeezed down on the intruder, he moaned and pressed his forehead even harder into the wall.

“Oh God, Ben.” Such pleasure raced through to every corner of David’s being that tears sprang in his eyes. “It feels so good.”

Ben continued to sink his fingers slowly, repeatedly, into David’s body. As he did, he kissed David’s shoulder, his neck, and then behind his ear. His voice whiskey smooth and steady once more, he said, “But is it what you want?”

“I don’t…” Slivers of cold glass cut into David’s core, creating icy lines of panic within the heated pleasure. Ben stopped moving his digits, and with a frantic pace, David started jamming himself back on Ben’s fingers, searching for an oblivion that kept moving out of his reach. “Please…” David reached back and clutched Ben’s thigh. “Don’t leave.”

With a growl, Ben scraped his teeth up the back of David’s neck and into his hair. He dug his fingers into David’s bare stomach, shook him, and ordered again, “Then tell me what you want from me.” He removed his fingers fully from David’s ass. “Tell me now.”

Stripped of his protections once again by this man, strung so tightly and so damned hard, David cried, “I want you. I need you inside me.” He moved his hand from Ben’s leg, grabbed Ben’s rock-hard erection, and rubbed his buttocks shamelessly against the thick length. “I need your cock to make me come.”

“Fuck, baby.” Quickly Ben put his hand in front of David’s mouth. “Spit.” The tearing of a wrapper ricocheted around the room like a hundred pieces of paper tearing at the same time. “Fast.”

David spit into Ben’s palm without hesitation, and Ben muttered, “Christ, that’s sexy,” and yanked his hand away.

“You’re sexy,” David answered, stripped of everything but basic truths. He rubbed his back against Ben’s chest like an animal learning the smell and feel of another. “You’re so beautiful.” He pulled without care on his too-stiff cock, desperate to come. “I could look at you forever and never get bored.”

With those words, Ben shouted, “David,” in a hoarse tone and plunged his cock fast and hard all the way into David’s ass.

Oh God, yes!
One sure drive of Ben’s thick length hurtled David all the way into the promised land. He bowed backward, protected by Ben’s big, hot body, and cried out his pleasure to the heavens as he spewed his seed all over the motel room wall. Ben remained buried deep inside David the whole way, staking his claim, and the complete merging of their bodies made David come harder. Jetting line after jetting line of semen streaked the wall, each release jolting through David, draining him, and leaving him spent.

Finally, David slumped back against Ben, and Ben’s cock slipped from David’s ass. Still supporting David with an arm around his waist, Ben moved to David’s front and dipped down into a slow, lingering kiss. With the softest grazes from his lips and the most fleeting brushes from his tongue, Ben kissed David so very slowly, as if learning him all over again, and drew a low moan up through David’s exhausted body.

With clothing tangled around their legs, Ben languidly started moving them backward a shuffling step at a time, until the backs of David’s knees hit the bed. Without pausing, Ben hoisted David onto the bed on his back.

Eyes still full of specks of gold lit with desire, Ben pulled off David’s shoes and clothing first and then stepped out of his own. Gloriously, beautifully nude, with his erection sheathed and pointing north, Ben came down on top of David and made a place for himself by pushing David’s legs apart.

A dick as stiff and scorching hot as newly forged steel seared the inside of David’s thigh. Sated and extremely sensitive to any contact, David reared, but Ben grabbed his hip and held him in place.

Darker shades of green pushed the gold from Ben’s stare. “We’re not done. I told you”—Ben reached between them and fitted the head of his cock to David’s ultrasensitive hole—“we never will be.” With that, Ben leaned down, captured David’s lips with his, and oh so very slowly sank his cock root-deep back into David’s body.

David jerked and sucked in air. Every nerve ending in his passage and prick shrieked, fighting against any friction or contact, and he tried to retreat. But with nowhere for him to go, the shift only pushed both him and Ben deeper into the cheap mattress and lodged Ben’s length somehow farther into David’s flaming channel.

Ben went momentarily still, but he did not withdraw to give David’s ass a reprieve. “Fight through it.” Ben pushed between their bodies and closed his fingers around David’s spent shaft. He stroked David and told him, “Overcome the initial shocks of discomfort and find the deeper pleasure beneath.” He tugged gently on David’s penis again.

David winced as his overly stimulated flesh rejected the handjob, but Ben didn’t stop. He reached down, past David’s sac, and circled three fingers against his taint. The second Ben touched David in that triangular patch of thin, sensitive skin, an acute jolt of pleasure raced through David’s lower half. Not relenting, Ben reached even farther and ran his fingers around the rim of David’s stretched hole, right around the perimeter of his buried cock, and David gasped. With those few touches from Ben, new pleasurable shivers ran up and down David’s anal walls. David’s channel softly clenched Ben’s embedded length, and with that David was primed to go at it again.

Like a musician who’d strummed the cords to the same song a million times and knew just how to make the notes sing, Ben went back to working David’s cock with easy drags from root to tip. Miraculously the initial too-sharp sensitivity disappeared, and Ben’s touch made David moan and his dick stiffen anew. New pearls of early cum spilled from David’s slit, slickening his flesh for a harder pull. On instinct, moving on sensation, David spread his thighs wider and welcomed Ben all the way in.

With David’s repeated moans and reemerging erection, Ben grinned, something slow and lazy. “There you go. I knew you had it in you.” He began moving within David, fucking him with full, slow strokes, and seduced David into squeezing his rectal walls around Ben’s shaft, pleading for a more punishing fucking once again.

Ben pumped his hips a bit harder. He licked along the bridge of David’s nose and kissed the tip, and as if that tongue had slid straight down his body, David’s prick reared to full staff. Every little and big move Ben made tagged some small seemingly unimportant corner of nerves within David, and the touches somehow lifted his arousal to another degree. It was as if Ben already knew all the secrets to David’s body and how to work them to achieve perfect sexual excitement, when David barely knew his body had secrets to reveal.

As Ben fucked David, just so damned perfectly, nips of irritation chewed their way into David’s pleasure and pushed away some of the clouds blinding him to anything negative in Ben. To David, Ben’s smile suddenly became less perfect and more calculating and too cocksure, and every touch became a paint-by-numbers sketch designed to make David come rather than what this should be: a mutual, messy merging of two peoples’ needs clashing together. Those nips of irritation became bites, and each one of them revealed the insecurities David had experienced since meeting Ben and, worse, feared about the man since discovering his deception.

Even as David arched up and eagerly accepted Ben’s cock into his ass, his throat tightened, and he asked, “How do you do this to me?” He bit his lip and pulled on his dick, the pleasure intense, but he shook his head and pinpointed Ben’s lovely, lying eyes. “You lied to me and tricked me, but I can’t stop wanting you.” David threw himself and his weaknesses under the bus, crushing them, and growled at Ben’s composure. “You told me you were a consultant, and I believed you.” Thinking back to last night, David wheezed, “Oh God,” as his heart sank into his feet.

Ben came to a stop, and David looked to the closed door, his only chance at regrouping and redeeming himself. “You lied to me about your job, when I specifically asked you to tell me something about you, right before we had sex for the very first time.”

No longer fucking David, no longer even one body with him, Ben grabbed David’s head and forced him into place. “Look at me right now.” All the planes of Ben’s severely handsome face were pulled taut. “The difference between a private investigator and private consultant is only semantics. I didn’t lie to you about anything that mattered.”

A flood of insecurity erupted inside David, and all of it gushed out in an ugly sob. “Did he pay you to distract me?” David angrily swiped stupid, weak tears from his eyes. “To fuck me?”

Ben reared to his knees, and new streaks of gold fire lit his stare. “No.” He shot the denial out like a fast, precisely aimed bullet. “I was never supposed to fuck you.”

“Then you did it because you could.” All the peeled-back layers inside David, exposing so much of his shame, turned David’s voice to something whiny and shrill.
God, with his profession, he probably has my most private psychiatric files on hand
. “After everything you already knew about me”—David threw out his arms, defeated—“based on everything you’d read, I guess I was just too easy a lay to pass up.”

A sharp bark of laughter burst from Ben. “Don’t kid yourself. Nothing about you is easy. Evidenced by this very conversation we’re having right now”—Ben glanced down at his jutting cock, and then at David’s pressed firmly against his stomach, and his mouth went harder—“while we’re both still hard as rocks.”

David curled onto his side, into a ball. “If I’m such a pain and a bother, then go.”

Cursing up a litany of foulness, Ben jerked David around, onto his back. “Don’t be like that.” On his knees between David’s legs, Ben loomed big and authoritative. “You’ve grown well past that petulant, passive-aggressive behavior. It’s beneath you, and it’s a step backward in your recovery.”

“And you know that because you already have the whole book on me!” Control slipping, like a crazy person once again, David bounced up into a sitting position and screamed, “You knew every button to push with me! You had a dirty advantage. That’s not fair.” Guided by raw emotions, David violently swung his hand at Ben’s face.

Ben grabbed David’s arm before his hand could crack against skin. “Hey! Life isn’t fair, honey. And let me tell you something. I compromised my job every time I was with you. I don’t do that. Ever.” All the smoothness from before leaving his tone, Ben wrestled David back down to the bed and pushed between his legs. “So don’t act like you’re the only one with skin in this game, because you’re not.”

Struggling with the tumult of emotions raging inside him, too many of which were too close to a blank slate of complete forgiveness, David hated the wetness streaking down his face. “You had full information about me,” he said in a voice almost devoid of sound. That truth kept stabbing into David’s middle, gutting clean through the small pockets of confidence he’d amassed in himself since his release from prison. He reached up and clung to Ben’s shoulders, even as he silently damned himself for the neediness that wouldn’t let him leave. “You had knowledge that gave you the upper hand and showed you exactly how to get into my soul.” David’s voice cracked with awful depth as he confessed, “That you already knew so much about me gets in my head and messes with me more than you can know.”

Ben dipped down and licked tears from David’s cheeks. “I had nothing but words on a page.” He bent one of David’s legs high and wide, splitting him open down below, and moved his cock into position against David’s bud, all without ever breaking their gaze. “If I’m truly in your heart, then spending time with you got me in.” His voice just as rusty as David’s, Ben added with a growl, “And if you think I’m pulling myself away from us now and walking away, you can forget it.” With that, he crushed his mouth to David’s and knifed his way back into David’s ass.

Fucking David hard and fast and deep, Ben held David’s head in place and kissed him as if David’s very breath fueled his own. Pumping his hips ferociously, Ben broke the bruising force of his kiss and drilled his forehead to David’s. His stare a shimmery blur, he said, “I wasn’t using you.” With another fierce slice of his cock into David’s tunnel, he grunted and shook his head, but found eye contact quickly again. “I never used you.” He clung to David’s lips with his, in between whispering, “I’m not using you right now. I promise I’m not.” Moving with increasing speed, Ben twined his fingers in David’s and shoved their hands above David’s head, linking them together in yet another way. “Everything we’ve done together is real.” Grit dusted every word Ben uttered and covered David in heaping flecks of open pain. “It was real. It was.” Ben pecked soft kiss after soft kiss over every inch of David’s face. “It is. I swear it is.”

Right or wrong, smart or dumb as hell, David succumbed and kissed Ben back with aching need, falling headfirst into this man’s world all over again. “Shh. Okay. It’s okay.” David pushed back against Ben’s hold, desperate to free his hands and touch this man everywhere he could reach. “I believe you. I see it in your eyes.” With those words, Ben jerked to a stop, released David’s hands, and David immediately tunneled his fingers into Ben’s sweat-dampened hair and held his face close. “I believe you.” He wrapped his arms around Ben’s shoulders and his legs around his waist and vowed while looking into his eyes, “I promise too.”

Tangling his hands in the bedding, Ben remained still, his body pulled tauter than a drum. “I don’t want to come fast.” His jaw clenched, and deep glints of green and amber shot strands of bright color through his stare. “I don’t want this moment to end.”

David’s chest banded with exquisite tightness, and he brushed his lips with incredible softness against the unforgiving line of Ben’s mouth. “Take what you need,” he whispered against Ben’s skin. “I can handle whatever you need to give.” David then bumped his tail end up along Ben’s thick, embedded cock and got them moving again.