Page 19 of Destined Prey (Wild Ones #1)

Chapter Sixteen

Between the way he could hear and feel Ben’s thoughts and seeing him shift again, Jack had no choice but to let go of his doubts and fears.

He wasn’t even afraid that Ben would tire of him or hurt him—couldn’t be when he knew Ben intimately, much more intimately than sex alone would have made possible.

The certainty settled low and warm, like a lock clicking.

Fear had nowhere to sit in him anymore; there just wasn’t room.

When Ben sprawled on top of him in bed, their naked skin finally touching from chest to thighs, Jack almost combusted.

He couldn’t think of anything but Ben, of the need running rampant through him, through them both.

He felt his own, and Ben’s as well. The combination was eradicating everything but lust and want and pleasure.

Jack wound his arms around Ben’s neck and parted his legs, letting Ben slip between them.

Notched together perfectly, cocks aligned, warm and hard and wet-tipped, Jack rose enough to press his mouth to Ben’s.

Skin to skin, he could feel the thud of Ben’s heartbeat lining up with his own, two pulses syncing until the rhythm blurred into one.

Ben moaned and pushed him down, taking over the kiss, mouth sealed tight to his.

Ben’s tongue pressed against Jack’s, and they dueled for dominance until Ben thrust then nipped Jack’s bottom lip.

Every time Ben took, he gave right back—pressure easing, then returning—teaching Jack’s mouth a new language where yes lived in the slide and the sigh more than in words.

“Fuck,” Jack panted, turning his head, writhing, lust firing through him like never before.

All arousal prior to Ben paled in comparison, so much so it hadn’t even been in the same category as this.

Jack hadn’t felt anything before—he’d just gone through the motions, had just thought he’d known what pleasure was, what bodies could do together.

Ben was showing him how wrong he’d been.

Jack ran his hands down Ben’s back, over powerful muscles and soft skin, marked here and there by scars. He traced one with his fingertips, a pale line that lifted under his touch. History written in skin. Jack pressed his palm there, a silent promise. With me, you heal.

“Fights,” Ben murmured against Jack’s cheek. “Turf wars. Playing around.”

Jack kept moving his hands down until he reached Ben’s lower back, the dip then swell of his buttocks. “Do you ever bottom?”

He didn’t know why he needed the answer right then—maybe because wanting everything meant wanting to know the ways Ben felt safe, too.

Ben kissed him again, a fierce, near-bruising press of lips and tongue and teeth that had Jack planting his heels against the mattress and thrusting up, trying to get as close to Ben as possible.

“Anything you want,” Ben rasped, then kissed Jack again.

Jack wanted everything. The rub of his dick alongside Ben’s was delicious, but not enough. “Fuck me.”

The words left him without shame. Wanting wasn’t a weakness here; it was a door flung wide.

Just the thought, then Ben was rumbling in agreement, moving, sliding down, licking, and kissing Jack’s neck, his chest, nibbling at his nipples, plucking and rubbing them until Jack cried out, so needy he could hardly stand it.

Ben sucked Jack’s left nipple harder, while rolling the right between his fingers. Jack clutched at him, curling his fingers against Ben’s ass, aching, pressure building in his balls.

He didn’t want to come like that, not yet.

Jack arched, moaning as pleasure rolled through him. “Please, please, please,” he begged, unable to manage anything more than that.

Ben began moving again, sliding lower, and Jack almost shivered with anticipation.

“Please,” he repeated, “Suck me, fuck me, more—” He gasped when Ben licked his belly button.

“Oh!” It tickled, and it didn’t. Jack had never had anyone pay so much attention to his body.

He started to curl up, but the dull pain in his ribs stopped that action.

Ben paused, raised his head, and touched Jack’s ribs, right where they ached the worst. “Why didn’t you tell me they hurt?”

“Because they didn’t until I tried to sit up,” Jack got out between panted breaths. “They’re almost all healed up.”

Ben kissed Jack’s cockhead, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure from that spot to his balls. Then Ben did something horrible—he sat up, kneeling between Jack’s legs.

“How’d you get hurt?”

Jack couldn’t repress an irritated sigh. “Now we have to discuss this?”

Ben leered at him. “Doubt you’ll be talking much when I’m eating your ass in a few minutes.”

Heat rolled through Jack so hard his knees went loose. He swallowed, breath catching, and nodded because speech really was gone.

Jack’s mouth dropped open.

Ben cupped his nuts, then caressed the sensitive spot behind them. “Hasn’t anyone ever done that to you before?”

Jack shook his head and managed to close his mouth finally.

“I get to be your first, and only,” Ben all but purred. “And I’ve never been fucked, so there’s that. Tell me how you got hurt. Was it that guy who sent the messages and whatever else when you turned your phone on this morning?”

Jack couldn’t lie. “Yes. Alex. We were together for a while. He was abusive when he was drunk. I should have left him, but…I don’t know.

” He sounded so lame. “I get how someone becomes a victim for an abuser. It starts off with little things, then it gets to be bigger things, but you think I’ve already let him get away with that other stuff, so I can’t really throw a fit now, or I’ve invested so much time in him, or this is the best I can do.

I won’t let anyone treat me like that again. ”

Ben moved out from between Jack’s legs.

Jack’s hopes plummeted. “I didn’t mean to—you’re disgusted.”

Ben growled. “Does it feel like I’m disgusted with you?”

Jack poked around with that new connection they had. “Not with me, no.” He rolled to his side. “But you moved away.”

“First, yeah, no one will ever treat you that way again. I won’t, and you’re a strong man, Jack.

You’ve learned your worth. As to why I moved, that’s easy.

Because your ribs hurt. I want you to straddle my face, honey, and let me lick your ass until you’re ready to ride me.

” Ben grinned as he stretched out on his back.

“As for the ex, he needs to stop bothering you. If he shows up here, I’m going to hurt him. Otherwise, I’ll leave him alone.”

The protective rumble in Ben’s voice shouldn’t have soothed him as much as it did, but it slid over Jack like a blanket anyway, tucking in the frayed parts he didn’t like to show.

“He doesn’t know where this ranch is,” Jack reminded him. He didn’t want to talk about Alex anymore. “Straddle your face?” He’d seen that in porn videos before but had never actually done it.

Ben licked his lips. “Oh yeah, stud. Get up here and give me that ass.”

Jack’s belly felt quivery inside as he rolled over and straddled Ben’s chest. “God, you’re so sexy.”

“Ditto.” Ben caressed Jack’s thighs, then his hips. “Come on up here and let me taste you.”

Jack began to scoot up, intending to move so he could place his knees beside Ben’s shoulders.

But Ben stroked down to Jack’s dick, fisting it with one hand, while cupping Jack’s sac with the other. “Perfect,” Ben said, giving his sac a little squeeze, nothing too much or painful. “Love a handful.” He rolled Jack’s balls. “Mmm, want them in my mouth, too.”

Like Jack was going to argue about that. He’d never been worshipped there; the first wet flick broke something open in him that was half laughter, half helpless sound.

Ben let go. “Come on. Give ’em to me.” Jack moved, then he lifted his balls and rubbed them over Ben’s mouth. “Like that?” He wasn’t sure how he meant it but seeing his sac on Ben’s lips was damned erotic.

And when Ben licked, it was as if Jack’s head spun. “Oh, yeah. Fuck yes.” He moved his balls again, then Ben sucked, and Jack’s eyes damn near crossed as pleasure shot along his nerve endings.

He let go of his sac and let Ben have at it. Ben licked and sucked on Jack’s balls while rubbing and pinching Jack’s nipples, and Jack could only rock his hips and moan, bracing his hands against the headboard as he did so.

Ben then brought one hand down to Jack’s shaft and guided it to his lips.

Jack canted his hips and ignored the slight pain in his side.

The second Ben sucked his cockhead into his wet, warm mouth, Jack forgot about any discomfort.

He let the blissful sensations roll over him, moving slowly at first, then rushing throughout his body when he began to push his dick deeper and deeper, until he breached Ben’s throat.

“Fuck,” Jack whispered, staring down at the amazing sight of Ben’s mouth stretched wide around his dick.

Ben winked at him, then swallowed, and Jack couldn’t keep back the moan, couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer.

When he rocked his hips back, Ben turned his head and Jack’s cock slipped from his mouth.

Ben clutched Jack’s ass. “Gimme.”

Jack braced, not from shyness but from the sheer, greedy anticipation gathering at the base of his spine.

Jack moved up, Ben scooted down a few inches, then Ben parted Jack’s cheeks and dove right in.

Jack had expected a few licks first to break him in, but no, Ben pressed his tongue to Jack’s hole and pushed. At the same time, he pulled Jack’s cheeks farther apart, giving him a good stretch, making him really feel every bit of Ben’s tongue against his pucker.

Jack cupped his own balls and lifted, keeping them off Ben’s face, then began to move, rolling his hips, fucking himself on that slick tongue.

He felt Ben’s approval inside, heard it in the rumbling sound he made, felt it again against that most sensitive skin. Jack kept his movements small, letting Ben rim him and drive him to new heights of pleasure.