Page 14 of Tempted

“Mi ecciti,” I murmured, snapping back into English when Bennett made a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a gasp. “You turn me on so fucking much. I want you. I want your cock.”

“I think…yeah. I want that. Tell me how to make it good for you.”

“I will,” I promised, divesting him of his jeans without touching his underwear, which was a skill I hadn’t known I possessed until that moment. Touching his lovely cock would happen soon enough, but I needed to remember that this was his first time, and I didn’t want to do anything to scare him away.

Instead of removing our underwear, I decided to kiss him some more. Stretching out across his body, I lowered my mouth to his. His arms came around my back, and then down, his palms sliding over the curve of my ass. I moaned into his mouth, rolling my hips down, and then it was his turn to moan as our cocks pressed together.

“More.” He got his fingers underneath the band of my jock, and I went with it, helping him to strip us of the rest of our clothes in record time. All except for our socks, because one, my feet were cold, and two, was there anything hotter than two guys naked except for their socks? My FBO subscribers were obsessed, at least. Then again, I did manage to pull off the nude-except-for-socks look like a pro.

I forgot all about socks and how we looked when Bennett pushed me into a seated position on top of him, his hard cock brushing up against mine, and just stared. Stared at our dicks, his mouth open.

It was so fucking hot. I’d been with a few ‘straight’ boys before, but it had always been a rushed, covert thing, and I’d never had anyone else look at me the way he was, all completely fascinated and turned on and hot.

Fuck me, I was a lucky boy.

“Can I…” he began, his fingers creeping towards my dick.

“Yes. Touch me.” We both watched as a bead of precum slid down the head of my dick, my breath catching in my throat and my dick throbbing, even though he hadn’t touched me yet.

The tip of his index finger slowly slid up my shaft, swiping over my precum, and then…

He placed his finger to his lips. His tongue came out, and he tentatively licked the moisture from his finger.

“Oh,” I whispered.

I’d been with men who were well-versed in the art of gay sex. My own housemate was a porn star. And yet… No one had ever affected me the way Bennett did in that moment.

His cheeks flushed, his gaze flicking to mine before returning to my dick. “More?”

“Mmm.”

There was a slight shake in his hand as he wrapped his fingers around both of our erections, and his first few strokes were unsure, but when I moaned and thrust forwards, unable to help myself, he gave me a slow, dirty smile, his grip steadying, and then he just fucking went for it with the sexiest rush of confidence I’d ever seen.

“Fuck, Nic. So good.”

I was swooning like a Victorian maiden. “Don’t stop.”

“You like that?”

“Mmm, yeah.”

“I want to try more.” His tongue darted out and then slid across his lips, and my breath caught in my throat.

“Mouth?”

He nodded slowly, but then shook his head. “I want…”

“Tell me.” Running my hand down the planes of his abs, I stared into his lovely blue eyes.

“I want…” Pausing, he sucked in a breath and let the words rush out of him. “I want to suck you, but I want you to come on my dick.”

“Bennett. Are you trying to kill me?” I fanned my face, gasping, and he laughed.

“You really are something else, Niccolò.”

“I am. So. Suck then fuck, yes?”

Another laugh burst from his throat. “Sex isn’t usually like this.”