Page 20 of Destined Prey (Wild Ones #1)

It wasn’t just approval—it was pride, hot and bright, like Ben wanted the whole world to know what was his. Jack trembled at the thought and rocked harder.

Jack could only grunt as he squirmed and tried to get more of that tongue in his ass. He wanted Ben to fill him up, to stretch him unlike anyone else had, to mate with him. Jack couldn’t articulate any of that. All he could do was shudder and try not to grind down on Ben’s face.

When Ben worked a spit-slick finger in beside his tongue, Jack moaned and dropped his head back, his breaths coming in gusts as he soaked in the feeling of what Ben was doing to him.

He needed to touch his dick, but had one hand cupping his balls still, and the other supporting him, pressed against the headboard.

The second finger brought more fullness, but still not enough. Ben wiggled them and brushed over Jack’s gland, and Jack almost came on the spot.

Then he was moving, forcing himself to rise, because fingers and tongue weren’t enough anymore.

Jack moved on shaking legs, getting himself to one side of Ben, reaching for the nightstand where he’d unpacked the condoms he’d brought with him from his former home. He’d done it unthinkingly, and now was glad for it. He plucked out the lube, too, then handed the condom to Ben.

“You do that. I’ll do this.” Jack opened the bottle and poured lube into his palm. He closed the lid, then tossed the bottle toward the foot of the bed.

Remembering Ben’s wink, Jack gave one back to Ben before turning around, presenting Ben with a view of his ass— and what he was going to do with it. Jack pulled his left ass cheek aside. He began to rub the lube down and around his hole, then pushed two fingers in as deep as he could manage.

“Fuck,” Ben drawled. “The sight you make… I’ll be lucky to last a minute. I’m gonna embarrass myself.”

“You’ll last,” Jack informed him. “You’ll last until I’m ready for you to come.”

Power shimmered through him at Ben’s answering shiver; control didn’t feel like armor here—it felt like trust laid gently in his hands

Ben moaned, and Jack heard the familiar sound of a condom being put on. He and Alex had never fucked without one, and he wondered if he and Ben would get to where they could.

“Yes, we will,” Ben vowed. “I can’t get tested. I don’t know what might show up in any kind of blood test, but I have never fucked without a condom.”

Jack would give that consideration, but for now— “One more,” he said just for show.

He worked a third finger in. “Oh, damn, that’s so good.

Your dick is bigger, so thick it’s gonna make me burn.

I want that. Want you.” He stopped fingering himself and wiped his hand on the blanket.

He needed to wash it anyway. He turned around and crawled up Ben’s gorgeous body again.

Jack had to lick his shaft, his balls, the vee where leg and groin met.

“Please,” Ben panted. “Jack, have mercy on me!”

Jack was feeling pretty merciful and so horny he couldn’t wait any longer. He positioned himself over Ben and reached behind him for Ben’s fat cock.

“Sweet. This is gonna feel so—” He began to lower himself down on the broad crown.

“Fuck, you’re big—feels so, so good.” The tip was stretching him, bringing that burn and pleasure combination that Jack had always craved but never found with another man.

Some of his toys, yes, but never a real lover.

And none of his toys were as big as Ben’s dick.

“Oh…oh, that’s it, honey, take it, take it, take it,” Ben chanted. “Ride my cock, open up that sweet ass and—”

The stretch burned sweet, a slow bloom that turned every breath into a bright edge of pleasure. The long, drawn-out moan from Ben, when Jack clenched his ass, was ecstasy made audible.

Jack did it again and proceeded to clench and release all the way down Ben’s shaft until it was buried to the hilt inside him.

Jack took a moment to appreciate the fullness, the hard, perfect length stretching him, then began to move, rising up, letting the underside of Ben’s crown give a good, tugging stretch to his rim.

Then he sank down, his balls pressed against Ben’s pubic hair.

Jack rotated his hips, came up, glided down.

Over and over, he rode Ben’s cock until they were both gasping, sweating, clutching at each other. When Ben fisted Jack’s dick, Jack keened and moved faster, gracelessly, hungry for what was building, for the orgasm that threatened to lay him out with its intensity.

Somewhere beneath the racket of the bed and their breathing, he felt it—Ben’s mind brushing his, a wordless mine, and Jack’s whole body answered yes.

Ben shook and jolted beneath him, thrusting up, cursing, calling his name.

“Now, now, now,” Jack demanded, feeling that tightening in his balls, the pulsing, racing jet of cum streaking up.

He slammed down as spunk shot from his cock, Ben jacking him with rough strokes that only magnified his pleasure.

Jack tightened up all over, and Ben’s shout rang in his ears as Ben came.

The echo of it—his name in Ben’s voice—landed deep, ringing through the places in Jack that had always felt empty and quiet.

It seemed that Jack’s climax went on forever, yet it ended too soon. And with its passing, his strength vanished. Jack was worn out, fucked out, and sated like never before. He whimpered a little as he eased off Ben’s cock. Everything ached, in a very, very good way.

Jack flopped onto his back. He was dimly aware of the bed squeaking, the mattress dipping.

“Condom,” he heard Ben mumble. Jack drifted under with the sense-memory of Ben’s hands—steady, careful—cataloguing a future that, for once, didn’t scare him at all. Jack let sleep take him away.