Foster Siblings 3: Brokedown Hearts (34 page)

Ben hadn’t let a man inside him in years, not since Braden. And even when he had allowed Braden to fuck him, those instances had been few and far between, and Ben had agreed more to satisfy Braden’s desire to top in their relationship than to satiate a hunger in himself to bottom. Those times had been good; Ben had never hated or merely tolerated being on the receiving end of sex with his ex, but good Lord in heaven, never in Ben’s life had any man taken him like David did right now.

With sweat dripping off him and onto David, Ben gloried in the rhythm of their fucking, a pace that kept them one body. With each full penetration, Ben studied every inch of David’s face, trying to memorize the sun-kissed planes, the faint lines along his forehead and around his eyes, and the rosy tinge of his bow-shaped mouth. The more Ben looked, the deeper a tightness banded across his chest, and his cock thickened to past painful.

“David…” His heart seizing, Ben ran his hands over David’s chest and shoulders, down his arms, and marveled at the warmth of his skin and the hard lines of lean muscles. “Christ.” Ben could barely speak. “You’re so beautiful.”

His voice hoarse, David shouted Ben’s name and dragged him down for a primitive, eating kiss. In between stinging bites, David scraped his fingers across Ben’s shoulders and down his back, whispering, “Not nearly as amazing as you.” David clutched Ben’s buttocks and kept them moving. “Not nearly as handsome as you.” His eyes burning so perfectly bright, David flicked his tongue into Ben’s mouth and slipped his fingertips between Ben’s spread cheeks, teasing both areas of sensitive skin with light, shiverworthy touches. “I’m so lucky you’re mine.”

Ben shuddered and, with a rasp, pleaded, “Don’t stop touching me.” Sliding under the tide, Ben folded on top of David and began bouncing on David’s cock, impaling himself over and over again. “Don’t stop fucking me.” Ben reached back and covered David’s hands on his ass. “Don’t let me go.”

Against Ben’s lips, David promised, “Never,” and surged up into Ben’s ass with a rough strike, while at the same time running his hands all over Ben’s body, touching down to his legs, all the way up his sides, and across his back again, branding Ben every inch of the way.

Ben sank into the bliss of David’s incredible cock roving deep in his ass. And as much as his heart and blood still raced with need, right then his soul calmed inside, and he understood this man was his safe shelter from the constant storms brewing within him. In that moment, in that ugly motel room, David became Ben’s security and his world.
Oh Christ, no.

The brief calm flew away, and thousands of ingrained instincts told Ben to sever all contact, but beyond his will or control, a stronger need took hold and guided his body. Ben kissed David with passion and force. Wishing he could shut off the valve to stop the overrunning river of need, he instead poured every ounce of love and need and buried wanting for forever into the crush of their lips.

When David clung to Ben in return, kissing him back with such aching sweetness, David became Ben’s home.

No.

DAVID HELD BEN tightly to him, welcoming both the tenderness in his kiss and the fierce mating of their bodies. David loved having Ben’s big body atop him, in part still owning him with his weight and strength. At the same time David controlled the depth and pace of their fucking, and right now he needed to exert more control. Ben moved on top of David with erratic jerks and starts, without his usual finesse. Ben seemed driven by those demons he’d admitted to having, and David ached to soothe the chaos sparking all around Ben like electrical charges in the night.

Ben dropped his ass onto David’s dick with hard, fast strikes, almost punishing in their force, and every nerve ending in David’s cock screamed at him to keep the pace and unload every drop of cum he had to give deep in the hot confines of Ben’s body. And while David had told Ben to do whatever he needed to come, this felt as if Ben was trying to brutalize his body into giving up an orgasm rather than drowning in such pleasure he couldn’t help but let go and spill his release. The realization of Ben’s struggle cracked through David’s heart.

Grazing his lips across Ben’s stubbly jaw and cheek, David threaded his fingers into Ben’s hair and separated their lips. “Shh, shh.” He brushed a soft kiss against Ben’s reddened, bruised mouth. “Don’t hurt yourself.” David eased Ben upright, to sit astride his lap, and stroked his heavily veined erection. “Let me take care of you and help you come.”

David teased the deep slit on Ben’s shaft with his short nail, and Ben trembled and shook his head. “I can’t.” With his fists balled against David’s stomach, Ben punched his ass down on David’s cock and stuffed every inch into his body. “I need this. I can’t—”

David put a finger to Ben’s lips. “No. Just let yourself feel.” Instead of jacking Ben off, David took hold of the man’s waist, slowed him down, and guided him with precision up and down the length of David’s prick. Pure, bone-deep pleasure licked through David’s cock, straight into his balls, but he gritted his teeth through the joyous sensations and focused on the taut lines mapping Ben’s face. “Just like you’ve instructed me: don’t fight; feel.” Holding Ben in place, David rocked his hips and let his dick slide with delicious slowness all along the walls of Ben’s ass. “Feel me.” He held Ben down on his lap, his cock fully seated in the man’s steamy, tight passage, and moaned as Ben’s channel milked his shaft. Locked on Ben, David softly said, “Feel us. Together. One.”

Finally Ben stopped fighting David’s guidance. The moment he did, David gently circled the base of his cock against Ben’s stretched hole. Ben jerked and groaned from low in his gut. His stare unbearably wide, Ben dug his fingers into David’s stomach, holding on tightly. “David, David…” This time, rather than pound himself on David, Ben undulated in a slow circle, and the acute, strangely wonderful sensation made them both cry out their pleasure.

With his dick twitching wildly against his stomach, Ben parted his lips, but at first just a choking sound came out. Then he whispered roughly, “Goddamn it, you’re so fucking deep inside me.” Leaving crescent-shaped indentations on David’s flesh, Ben let go and began pulling on his rigid shaft. “It’s never been like this before.”

His heart bursting for this man, David surged upright and wound his arms around Ben’s back, holding him close. Against Ben’s lips, he shared, “Nothing I’ve done with you or said to you is like anything I’ve had with anyone else in my life. I’m real with you”—unfathomable love and appreciation and affection pushed tears to David’s eyes—“and it’s the most amazing thing to ever happen to me.”

Arms around David’s shoulders, fully situated with David’s cock buried inside him, Ben blinked through suspicious brightness too. “I haven’t let many men take me. Only two before you. And one was real bad, when I was almost still a kid.” Ben’s voice cracked, and as he clung to David, he began to move once more, rocking himself on David’s length. “I trained myself to find the pleasure in having something inside me, but I only ever let one other man in after that. Until you.” Ben ground himself against David, as if he believed pushing hard enough would make their bodies permanently fuse from top to bottom. “It feels different with you.” Riding David faster and harder again, Ben licked into David’s mouth and closed his arms around his neck. “It’s right with you.”

Unable to help himself, David picked up the pace too. He tunneled his hands in Ben’s mess of raven hair to keep his head up and their eye contact complete. “The difference is love.” Stabbing his prick into Ben repeatedly, David pressed kisses all over the man’s harsh cheekbones and wide forehead. “You know I love you.” His throat closing against too much love pouring out of him, David confessed, “You’re everything I want, Ben, and you know it will never change.”

Shouting something indecipherable, Ben yanked David’s head back and tore into his mouth with a fast, hard kiss. His stare full of gold, his tone full of grit, he said back, “Christ, I love you too. I shouldn’t so fast, but I do, and I can feel how real it is all the way down in my soul.” Breathing heavily, Ben clutched David and rode him like a man possessed. “I love you more than I love my life, and I’m never letting you go.”

Overcome, David cried, “Please don’t,” and crushed his mouth to Ben’s as his balls drew up in his sac, and intense pleasure flung him toward release.

Before David spiraled into total oblivion, he reached for Ben’s cock. Tangling his tongue with Ben’s, both of them keening with their need, David wrapped his hand tightly around Ben’s thick shaft and pulled. With one tug from David on Ben’s slick and sticky cock, Ben roared his pleasure straight into David’s mouth and jerked like someone had jammed a cattle prod into his spine. Ben spewed his seed onto David’s stomach just as David cried out, thrust up into Ben one last time, and dumped a load of cum into his ass.

As if Ben couldn’t feel the layer of protection between David’s cock and his channel, he bit David’s lips and rode the first wave of David’s orgasm. Ben pulsed and pulsed and pulsed inside through each smaller release and, along with David, panted and spilled more semen against David’s flesh.

For long minutes afterward, David and Ben remained tangled together, breathing heavily, locked in each other’s eyes. Their breaths mingled, and they grazed their noses together and rubbed cheeks and foreheads before softly brushing their lips across each other’s again. And for David, after spending so much time at the shelter with animals, it was as if they were feeling each other out again to see if they were of the same species and could be trusted.

Suddenly a very real animalistic yet warbled yowl erupted through the room, and David and Ben whipped their heads toward the sound. A few feet away, Elsa pounced against the side of the bed. She mewled a second time, something high-pitched and squeaky, but surely meant to be the angry roar of a lioness, and then trotted across the room to her food bowl and scratched it with her paw.

David and Ben looked from Elsa to each other and back to the pouting kitten, then back to each other, and they both cracked big smiles and broke into a fit of the giggles. Ben fell backward, off David’s lap and cock. He shrieked and grabbed his asshole, but he rolled onto his side and continued to choke back laughter, so David knew he was okay.

With the intensity of the connection between them broken, David murmured, “Poor baby.” He looked at Elsa, who he swore did her level best to glare at him. “I forgot to feed her and give her fresh water when I came in, and her litter box probably needs cleaning too.” Rolling on his back, David stretched his arms and legs. The muscles protested, and he groaned, “Ohh, man. I don’t feel like getting up.”

David rolled some more, trying to gain momentum to push to his feet, but Ben put a hand on his chest and stalled him on his back. David raised a brow, and Ben grinned down at him. “Stay. Rest. I have to get up to clean myself anyway. I’ll take care of Elsa for you.”

“Really?” David’s mouth gaped.

Ben pinched David’s lips closed for him. “Yes, really,” he said and shoved to his feet.

As Ben walked across the room, David’s heart constricted with the best, most poignant pain. Without checking himself, he called out, “Ben?”

Paused at the squared-off opening that led to the bathroom area, Ben glanced back at David. “Yeah?”

Jitters made the butterflies dancing in David’s belly fly all the way up into his chest, and his throat ached as he asked, “Can you come here for a second?”

In three big steps, Ben made it back to David’s side. “Yes?” He squatted next to the bed and brushed his fingers through a tuft of hair that had fallen across David’s forehead. “Is everything okay?”

Unable to rein his feelings in, David beamed at Ben. “Very okay.” He leaned over, pecked a kiss to Ben’s stubbly jaw, and then got lost in the gold and green shimmering in his gaze. “I just wanted to say thank you for taking care of Elsa for me.” He grazed their noses together again. “You’re a very sweet man.”

Releasing a wonderfully soft growl, Ben turned his head and captured David’s lips with his. He planted two more quick kisses to David’s mouth and murmured, “You’re very welcome.” Then, with the swiftest of moves, he reached down between David’s legs, peeled the used condom off his spent cock, and strolled back to the bathroom area of the motel room.

David flopped onto the bed, landed on his side, and watched Ben until he disappeared into the bathroom and couldn’t be seen. Once David was alone, everything that had transpired just now, and earlier in the evening, all rushed through him, and he squealed on the inside and kicked his legs into the mussed bedding like an excited little boy on his birthday.
He said he loves me
. David put his hand to his heart, and the strong beat spoke to him louder than any whispers of denial scratching at the inside of his head.
I believe him
. A flood of insecurities started a swirl of panic in David’s belly, but he kept his hand against his chest and forced himself to focus on the calm thump of his heart.
He’s for real. I feel it. Ben’s telling me the truth.

David’s face heated, and he began to smile so big and wide his cheeks started to hurt, but he couldn’t stop. He pressed his hands to his face, needing to feel his smile, to confirm that this elation, the likes of which he hadn’t experienced in such a long time, was real.
I’m finally truly alive
. David touched his mouth, felt the genuine, huge smile on his face.
With Ben, everything is real.

“Heads up.” Ben’s deep voice cut into David’s romantic musings, and he pulled his hands from his face. “Incoming.” Ben waited a heartbeat for David to look up and then tossed a washcloth in his direction.

David cupped his hands, and the damp cloth landed like a perfectly lobbed baseball. As he wiped off his stomach, shaft, and balls, he watched Ben, in all his stunning naked glory, tend to Elsa’s needs. In between dumping her food and water bowls and replacing them with fresh, he chatted with her as if each meow she made was a response and part of a conversation they equally shared. He scooped the dirty litter into its proper receptacle where David would dispose of it later with his trash, and then picked her tiny body up in one of his big hands and carried her to the bed.