I Got You | A Gay Romance: A Boyfriend for Rent Book | Gay For You (11 page)

"Love that smile of yours, man," Benjamin said, sliding his fingers in between Jake's. It felt so perfect walking with him without worrying about someone seeing them, but there was also the wave of guilt.

He tried to change the subject. "What's in the basket?"

"Just a few tasty items," Benjamin said, nonchalantly.

"Like what?" he asked. He hadn't paid any attention in the store when Benjamin grabbed the items. His mind was too much on how he'd explain the secret to him that had been eating him alive for so long.

"Some olive oil, veggies ... everything we need."

"Everything we need?"

There was a hint of mischievousness in his expression. "Yep ... You cool?" Benjamin asked. "Cold?"

"No, I—" Jake started to say, but it was too late. Benjamin took off his shirt and draped it over Jake's shoulders, revealing that killer body of his. As if he needed another reminder of how sexy the man was. He had to look away or he was going to get hard again, which would make what he had to do even more difficult.

"You're getting pretty swoll, you know. I can tell, your body's improving."

"Well, if those workouts you're giving me doesn't do it, I don't know what will."

"And it will only improve. With me by your side, nothing's impossible, so long as we're together."

Why did those words have to soothe his soul? Why did they have to be exactly what he needed to hear after months of feeling alone without Alberto? Yet, why did they have to feel so wrong at the same time, knowing that they were coming from his step-brother?

“You’re a natural, Jake. I’ve trained a lot of guys and you’ve got the skills. You just gotta get that fucker who did that to you out of your head. He’s fucking up your mind.”

“Easy for you to say,” Jake said.

“Not quite. I know what it’s like to be picked on and I know what it’s like to pick on someone too.”

“What do you mean?” Jake asked.

Ben sighed. “I wasn’t always such a nice guy, dude. I had a shitty upbringing, a lot of insecurities and I took them out on people. I guess helping you is my way of making amends. That’s why I said don’t let that guy trip you up. You got something he doesn’t, a beautiful heart. And the skills to back it up.”

Jake’s face softened. He’d never had anyone believe in him that much, not even Alberto. His best friend would have laughed if he heard he was training. But Benjamin saw something in him and it warmed his heart.

“What do you want to do? I mean, in the future,” Benjamin asked.

“Like for a career? That’s why I’m in school. Trying to figure it out,” he said.

“You’re lucky, you’re smart like that. Always wanted to go to college. Too dumb, too late.”

“Too dumb? Not quite,” Jake said.

“Well, you grow up with a mom and step-dad like I did, telling you that enough times, you start to believe it. Nah. If I could do anything, I’d be an MMA coach.”

“You’d be great at that!” Jake exclaimed. He could imagine Benjamin coaching with the best of them. “You’re tough, but patient. You know your shit. I mean, look what you’ve done with me in such a short time.”

“Just dreams.” He smiled. “So long as you’ve got someone that has your back by your side, doesn’t matter what you do.”

Fuck, there he went again. Jake had to let it out, or the secret that kept them from truly gelling would break them apart.

As if reading his mind, Benjamin asked, "Oh, what was it you wanted to tell me?"

Jake sighed. Fuck, his nose stung and the sea air wasn’t making it any better.
Don't fucking cry,
he told himself. He breathed, hoping it would give him the strength he needed as his heart pounded in his throat. "This is really hard."

"What is it?" Benjamin asked, his frown lines deepening with concern. He squeezed Jake's hand to comfort him and Jake had to pull away.

"You know how I feel about you. You're right. You're amazing I—"

"Are you cooling it between us?" Benjamin asked. "We've just started. You're not into me?"

"No, the exact opposite. I'm very into you. I'm more into you than I've ever been into anyone. I'm so into you, I can't even see straight. I can't even sleep at night without thinking about you, that's how into you I am."

Benjamin smiled. He touched Jake's cheek with the back of his hand. "Me too. I haven't felt this way, this connected to anyone, in as long as I can remember. Fuck. Whenever I think about the future, all I can see is us together. I plan my whole day thinking about how it might affect you, and I think about when I can squeeze in time to see more of you. It's fucking weird, but it just feels right. I don't know what it is, Jake. I feel like we're ... family or something."

"Oh, Jesus," Jake breathed. This was harder than he thought it would be.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Benjamin pulled him over to the side of a hill, cornering him, narrowing his eyes at him. He was going to fuck him right then and there on the beach. Jake could feel it and though he knew he should stop it, he couldn't bring himself to say anything. "Isn't it?" Benjamin repeated.

"Yes, but—" Jake started to say and Benjamin moved closer to him, kissing the side of his jawline, then his neck. He placed the picnic basket down and put Jake's face in his palms, his eyes dancing, glinting with possibilities.

"Shh. Then, let's not think anymore. Let's enjoy ... the moment?"

Before Jake could respond, Benjamin's lips massaged his, slipping in and out like a kissing connoisseur. Their lips danced in perfect motion rhythmically, like the perfect tango partners. Benjamin's tongue teased Jake's. Kissing him deeply, he slid his hands down the man’s back, in his pants, through his underwear and spreading his cheeks apart.

Jake knew that he should stop what was happening, but as Benjamin stuck his two fingers in his mouth moisturizing them before saying, "You taste so sweet," he couldn’t. The man slid them between his two mounds. Jake was lost in his touch. He needed this more than he realized. Intoxicated by his experienced and talented hands.

Beads of pre-cum coated his underwear as Benjamin circled his fingers in and around his hole, sucking on his earlobes at the same time. Goddamn, he was good.

"I want to do things to you, I've never done with anyone before," Benjamin rumbled. "I want to stick my tongue in places I've only fantasized about in my dreams. Do you want that?"

"Uh-huh," Jake breathed in pleasure. Though his mind was stabbing him with thoughts of how wrong this was.

"I trust you, Jake. I've never trusted anyone before, anyone, but I trust you. I can feel it. You and me, we're the same," and with that he thrust Jake’s pants down in one swoop. Then he turned Jake around so his ass faced him.

"Oh, fuck," Jake said as Benjamin tore into his shirt. He ripped it in half, the tearing sound echoing in his ears.

"I want you fucking naked on this beach, just me and you, like Adam and Steve. I want to be inside you, Jake. I want to be deeper inside you than I've ever been and I'm going to cum inside you. You hear me? I'd fucking make you have my baby if I could. I want you wet with my cum, so full, it's dripping out of you and then I'm going to cum inside you some more."

"Oooh..." Jake moaned. The thought of the man inside him, his juices flowing inside him, was almost too much to handle.

"That's what you want, isn't it?" Benjamin asked, his voice vibrating in his ear as he poked a hole through Jake's silk briefs and ripped them apart so he could have access to his goodness. "Isn't it?"

"Oh, yeah," Jake breathed.

Benjamin reached down, pulling out the olive oil. Hot and silky, it flowed down his back as the man doused his shoulders and back. Then, squirted it in his hole. The sensation was amazing and Jake's ass cheeks clenched, as if begging for more.

"Oh, yeah," Benjamin said, sucking the air through his teeth. "That ass, man."

He blew hot breaths along Jake's neck, kissing it, lapping up the oil with his hot tongue, making his way down his shoulders and back until he reached Jake's cheeks.

"Ahh," Benjamin moaned and buried his mouth and nose between the two mounds.

The feel of his talented tongue slopping up and down and digging his face into his hole was almost too much for Jake to handle.

Benjamin moaned again, the vibration only added to the sensation while his tongue flicked and teased around the ridges.

"Why do you have to taste so sweet? God, I can't get enough of you," he told him.

"Oooh," Jake squealed, his hot breath giving him goose pimples up and down his body.

"You want me inside you, don't you?" Benjamin asked.

"Uh-huh," Jake admitted, for the moment, letting his concerns fly from his mind.

"Good," Benjamin said, leaning down to get something.

The squirting sound of the bottle of olive oil reverberated in his ear. And it didn't take long before Jake realized just why Benjamin thought bringing veggies would be a good idea.

The carrot was extra long, extra thick, and extra hard, and lubed up by the oil. Benjamin didn't jam it in. No, he teased the thick head along the inner walls of Jake's cheeks, circling its way around Jake's hole.

"Mmm-hmm," Jake moaned, arching his neck back into a kiss. The thought of the item penetrating him was more arousing than he'd ever thought. It was teasing him for what Benjamin’s cock would feel like.

"Fuck. Your kisses make me so fucking horny, dude. I can't wait to get inside you," Benjamin said, pushing Jake against the hill. A trail of the man's hot spit made its way between his cheeks, sopping his hole good and moist.

But the thoughts plagued Jake more than he could handle. "Benjamin, I need to—"

"Shh ...." Benjamin said, pushing the carrot’s way, nice and slow into Jake's hole. The perfect pressure and pleasure was enough to shut him up.

The feeling of the girth inside him was what he needed. He should just let go, let this man's skills sooth his pain, take him away to the world only they lived in — their secret world where their sexual desires and wishes came true.

Benjamin sucked air between his teeth, the sound of music to Jake's ears as he pulled his cheeks further apart to go deeper inside of him.

"Oh!" Jake moaned, the angle pressed against his prostate.

"You like that don't you, man? You like it when I'm inside you?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Tell me, tell me how much you like it."

"I like it."

"Tell me, how much you love it." Benjamin thrust it in and out, his hand slapping against Jake's cheeks.

It felt so good tears were streaming from his ducts. "I l-l-l-love it."

"Tell me how much you love me inside of you, slapping against your walls."

"Oh, Jesus."

"Tell me, dammit."

"Oh, fuck. I love it when you ... slap against my ..." Jake couldn't even make the rest of it out, he was transported to another world.

Slap! Benjamin smacked his cheek so hard then pulled Jake's head back by his hair. To have this strong man take control, to tell him what to do, even the force alone turned Jake on even more.

That's what he needed, to lose all control, to be in the hands of this man he trusted more than he'd ever trusted anyone before.

"Say it!" Benjamin demanded. He was pumping the item so hard and deep inside, Jake worried it might break, but the man was an expert, skilled at the art of pleasure.

"I love it when you slap against my walls. Jesus, Benjamin. Oh, God ..."

Benjamin turned him around, lifting him up and Jake wrapped his legs around his waist. He slid his fingers inside that wet, tight ass of Jake's.

Jake gripped Benjamin’s fingers with his ass.

"Fuck. Why are you so tight? Jesus." Benjamin moaned. Jake squeezed some more and Benjamin bit his lip, pumping his fingers in deeper and deeper.

They looked into each other's eyes. "Oh, Benjamin."

Jake wrapped his arms around the strong man's neck. His hand gripped the back of Benjamin's hair as the sexy man tickled his prostate.

"Oh, Jesus man," Jake said, his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

"I'm not even inside you and you make me wanna cum," Benjamin said.

Jake loved the idea of making this man, his man, feel good and he did it again and again. This time, he squeezed tighter, faster, dropping harder until Benjamin was fucking him with his right hand so hard he bounced on top of him like a rag doll.

"Shit, man," Benjamin said. "I wanna make you cum."

He lifted Jake off of him, bending him over a smooth rock, where he slipped his whole hand inside, bit by bit. Fuck, Jake had never had anyone fist him before. He had no idea how amazing it could feel in the hands of someone he could trust, someone who was gentle, yet firmly in control, someone who had Jake’s pleasure in mind first. Benjamin slid it in and out, fucking him with his hand, doggy-style. He pulled him by the back of his head, pressing his lips into him, kissing him with wet, hot, deep kisses, just like the hand he lodged between his cheeks.

"I'm gonna fuck you hard. Fucking hard. You ready?" Benjamin warned.