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Chapter 13

Elijah Grant

There was no way the man currently sitting on my dick was actually Benji, the man I’d been daydreaming of since I met him. The chances of that being the case were slim to none. I was just so sprung, so obsessed with him, that I was looking for similarities in every man I interacted with.

That had to be the explanation. Even though…

He sounded just like Benji. And his build was also extremely similar, and… he wasn’t saying anything. He was frozen on top of me, my cock still warm inside his tight ass.

Holy fucking shit.

“Benji?”

He dropped his head. He sat down fully on my lap, encasing my entire length in his velvet heat. I closed my eyes, the momentary blast of pleasure overriding any other shred of logic or thoughts left in my brain.

When I opened my eyes again, the man—no, Benji —was removing his mask.

My jaw dropped. Shock mingled with the ecstasy still flooding through my system. Was this some kind of weird fever dream? Was I going to wake up in a puddle of sticky cum covering my bedsheets? Because this felt like way too big of a coincidence to even be real.

“You caught me.”

“Holy… seriously? How?”

Benji moved to get up from my lap, but I gripped his hips. His eyes, the same hazel eyes that had swept me away during our first meeting at Stonewall, searched mine with a curious gaze. “You don’t have to get off if you don’t want to.”

“I don’t.”

“Good, because I don’t want you to, either,” I said.

He licked his lips, sat back down. A moan slipped from my lips. This was beyond weird, and something about it was sending up some flags on the field. Not necessarily red flags, but certainly yellow ones. The smart thing to do would be to separate myself from Benji and wait for an explanation. But when did any man in the midst of getting his dick wet decide on doing what was smart over what was pleasurable?

Rarely ever.

“I was going to tell you,” Benji answered. He slowly rutted his hips, grinding his ass down on me. I shut my eyes again. He felt silky soft, his tight hole gripping my cock as he gently rocked back and forth. “When I saw you arrive, I knew I wanted to talk to you. I was nervous, though. Something about creating a connection outside of this party with you made things a little complicated.”

“I didn’t realize you were even into parties like these.”

“I am,” Benji answered, continuing to rock back and forth on my lap. His cock was as stiff as mine. He leaked precum onto my belly. The guy looked like he was cosplaying as a broken faucet.

I loved it. Loved playing with precum, loved when my own dick dripped. I thumbed his wet slit and brought it up to my lips, smiling as I sucked.

“It’s just… odd,” I said.

His brows scrunched together. “This? I can stop.”

“No. It’s odd how I haven’t been able to get you out of my head, and here you are. Almost like I manifested this.”

“Maybe you did,” Benji said. He leaned down and slowly went for my lips with his.

This was odd. This encounter. It felt written down by fate, but was there something more here at play? Was I missing something? My paranoia flared. It was a constantly burning fire inside the back of my psyche, fed stronger by being stalked. I was extra wary of everyone and everything lately.

So why wasn’t I all that wary of this?

Benji’s tongue parted my lips, and I was instantly reminded of why I wasn’t wary.

Because I wanted this. Fuck it. I wanted Benji. Bad.

Beyond that, I had also hired him to figure out who was behind Nomad. He had entered my life to literally protect me. How could I not trust him?

“God,” I hissed out when we broke our kiss. “Your ass feels like heaven.”

“And your cock is taking me straight there.”

“Yeah? You like it?”

Benji chewed his bottom lip, turning the thick pink skin a pale white. The room was lit by a single floor lamp next to the door to a private balcony, the bright city casting its light even when we were this high up.

“I’m so fucking glad you’re here,” I said.

“Really?” Benji asked, voice husky, raw. “I thought you’d be busy before I could even get near you.”

Something about that statement struck out at me, but Benji’s ass tightened around my dick, and all thoughts were forgotten.

“I don’t usually treat my clients like this, by the way,” Benji added.

“So I’m special?” I teased.

“I think so.”

I smiled up at him and started to fuck him harder. He squatted above me and let me slam into him. “Oh fuck, Eli! Fuck yeah, fuck my hole. Holy fuuuu?—”

I rubbed his legs, the dark hair soft under my palms. He was such a beautiful fucking man. He had a dark bush of pubic hair that trailed up to a well-maintained patch on his belly, up toward another dark patch over his chest. He had a strong chest and strong arms but also didn’t count his carbs or spend hours working out abs, which I loved.

He was my type to a T.

I slowed my thrusts, pulling my cock to the edge, feeling him grip at the head. I let out a deep breath. He had me so close.

“Where do you want me to come?” I asked. Part of being invited to Masked Manhattan was submitting a recent STI test and being okay with unprotected sex.

Still, I wanted to be polite.

“You can come inside me. Give me your load, baby.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm,” Benji said, his tone tinged in something close to desperation. He was pleading for my cum. Holy shit, could this man get any hotter?

“Ride me, Benji. Milk this load out of me.”

He dropped his head back and rubbed his pebbled nipples. I lay back and let him ride me, let him use my dick like a toy. I hadn’t been exaggerating when I said his ass felt like heaven. It was nearly overwhelming how good it felt. I enjoyed topping a little more than I enjoyed bottoming, but I didn’t think I’d ever fucked someone and had it feel this good.

“Bounce on it,” I urged. I started to match his grunts, wishing this moment would never end but knowing that it was extremely close to the finish line.

I wasn’t going to last much longer. Not with this stud fucking me the way he was.

Benji started to speed up. He was getting close, too. I could tell by the way his balls tightened, how he started to jerk himself off, how the grunts and groans turned animalistic.

“Do it,” I said. “Cover me in cum.”

“You want it?”

“Yes. Do it, fuck yeah.”

Benji didn’t appear to need any more encouragement. He let out a chesty grunt and stilled on top of me as he came. The first shot smacked my chin, the sticky, hot cum dripping down. I smiled as more hit my chest, then my belly. His entire body convulsed, his hole gripping my cock. I gave one more thrust and fell over the edge.

“Holy fuck,” I exclaimed as I emptied inside him. The orgasm felt strong enough to crack the crust of the Earth. I wasn’t sure if I had astral projected for a moment, floating above my own body and watching me melt back into the mattress.

“Goddamn,” Benji said, slowly pulling himself off me before we collapsed onto the bed. The music from the party still thumped through the walls. I stared up at the ceiling. Questions started to filter into focus.

What were the actual chances of us meeting like this?

Why hadn’t he just introduced himself from the start?

Was I making a mistake by being here?

Damn. Post-nut clarity was a real bitch.

“Benji… Fuck, that was good.” I didn’t have it in me to ask anything probing. Not right now. I just wanted to bask in the soft glow of the room and the warm sensations flowing through every muscle in my body.

“Glad I bumped into you tonight.”

“Same,” I repeated.

…

“Have you been to these parties before?” I asked. Slightly probing but nothing too intense. I didn’t have to be interrogating the guy because I had an ever-present cloud of paranoia hanging over me.

“This one’s my first one.”

“Think it’ll be your last?”

“Not if I can have this much fun every time. You?”

I tilted my head. We rested on the same pillow, our faces only inches apart. We’d been one single entity only minutes before, and yet, somehow, this felt more intimate than anything we’d done all night. I could see details in his face I hadn’t even noticed before.

A birthmark next to his left eye.

A tiny scar on his right cheek.

“Same. Maybe we can plan to meet next time.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

“There’s nothing against that in your Stonewall Investigations rule book, is there? No fucking around with your clients?”

Benji gave a hearty laugh. I shifted so that I could rest a leg on his. I liked it when there was no distance between us. “I’ll have to reread it, but no, I don’t think there is.”

“Okay, good… Detective. ” I made sure to sound as campy as I could with that one. He rolled his eyes and laughed again, the sound as addicting as his sex was.

“I’m going to need you to stop that.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll have to kiss you to stop you from saying it.”

“Really? Damn. Det?—”

His lips crashed against mine. I chuckled into the kiss, leaning against him, wrapping myself around him.

Feeling safe with him.

“I was going to say Det?—”

“No you weren’t,” Benji said, kissing me again. He leaned back. His eyes raked over my face. Almost like a painter studying a subject he was about to shift onto a canvas.

“I will say, though, as your detective , I’m not entirely happy you’re at a masked party. I’m glad I’m here to at least keep an eye out for you.”

I swallowed a lump. “You’re right. It was mainly all the stress I’ve been under. My judgment’s been pretty fucked. I should have just told you from the start. You could have come as my bodyguard.”

“It’s okay,” Benji said. He had a hand resting on the back of my head. His thumb traced soft circles through my hair. He had an aura about him that put me completely at ease. “Do you want to go back down to the main floors?”

I shook my head. Didn’t even take me a second to think about. Staying here for a little while longer sounded much more preferable than anything else this party could offer me.

“You look so sexy in your mask,” Benji said, smirking.

“Shit, I forgot I even had this thing on.”

“You look like a hung superhero.”

“You can call me Iron Dick.”

That got a belly laugh from Benji. “That’s a good one.”

“Are you into comic books at all?” I asked once the laughter between us died down.

“I used to read them a lot as a kid. Now, I just watch the movies. My attention span is shit. Makes stakeouts difficult for me.”

“Are stakeouts real? I always thought those were just TV things.”

Benji chuckled, his eyes searching mine again. For what? Or did he just have an intense kind of stare?

“Stakeouts are very real. Sometimes it’s the best way to figure things out. Especially if you’re working a cheating spouse case. Pictures of them leaving their ex’s house or their hookup’s apartment with their shirt untucked or hair all messed up usually do the trick.”

“Take me with you next time. I can keep you entertained.”

“No, I think you’d keep me distracted. There’s a difference.”

“ Isss there?” I said playfully, cupping his balls in my hand and gently massaging them.

“Yes, yes there is.”

The banter between us was easy, fun, light. While the atmosphere was still charged with sexual energy, the moment itself felt almost like… a romantic first date.

It wasn’t much longer before I was back between his legs, pushing my cock against his dripping wet hole, any kind of warning signal or yellow flag fading away.

All that was left behind was a blissful night with Benji, all my problems momentarily forgotten.

Just what I needed.