Page 24 of No Kind Words (Calston Cove #3)

Getting to know Ben again is exhilarating.

He’s so different yet still the same man I was in love with years ago.

But it’s getting harder and harder to say goodnight to each other.

We have yet to get into bed, and it’s been three weeks since the night of the pizza at my place.

We’ve seen each other at least three, if not four times, a week, and we message all the time. So why aren’t we fucking like rabbits?

Tonight, I’m going to ask him why.

I want us to go to bed together, sleep in each other’s arms, and take the exploration of each other’s bodies to the next level.

If he puts up a barrier or gives me another lame excuse, I’ll call him out on it.

The doorbell rings, and Isla barks. Hope joins in from the other side of the door. Laughing, I open the door. Ben is chuckling too. “Come on in.”

I step back to let him in and look over his shoulder. His car is parked next to mine. Normally, he walks over, giving Hope some easy exercise for the day. “You drove?”

He nods. “Hope was limping a little more today. I didn’t want to risk her hurting herself.”

“I’ll give her a check-over for you.”

But before he can get any farther inside, I push the door shut, pull the dog lead from his hand, and kiss him.

This is a kiss full of promise, of desire, and of the absolute need for him to know I’m not letting him go home tonight.

As I delve my tongue into his mouth, I grip his face and slide my hands up into his hair, clutching the still-damp curls in my fingers.

Something drops to the floor, but I don’t stop and look.

It doesn’t matter because his hands are on my waist, and his cock is pressing hard into mine.

When we break apart, panting with swollen lips, he stares at me.

I’m not sure his eyes are even focusing.

He darts his thumb over his bottom lip.

“I don’t want to go home tonight. I’m sick of doing the right thing. I want you, Jethro. I don’t care how we do it as long as we do it.”

“About fucking time too. I was going to tie you to the bloody bed tonight.”

He smiles, stroking his fingers over my cheek. “Hmm, bondage, I like the sound of that.”

“Really? You like that?”

Colour me surprised. I would never have thought it, although I don’t know why. We never had the chance to explore all the fun and different games. I’m not into pain of any type, for obvious reasons, but a little light bondage is fun.

“I think anything we try will be what I want to do. We’ve missed out on so much, Jet. All I want is to be with you.”

“You called me Jet.”

I grin as his cheeks pink a little. “I like it. Come on. We said we’d meet them all at the pub.”

Ben groans and sticks his bottom lip out in a cute pout. “Do we have to? I’d much rather stay in. I’ll even cook for you.”

That’s a dirty move.

He knows how much I love his cooking.

The guy should be on MasterChef.

But going out to see our friends has become the thing we do on Friday nights.

We can skip it, especially since we’re finally going to get down to some serious dicking. I snigger. Like how old am I? But still, it’s the truth.

“Hmm, not sure that’s enough. What else have you got to tempt me?”

I move into his space and whisper in his ear, “Show me what you’ve got, Benny.”

He shudders as I nip his ear lobe. “We need to take this upstairs. I don’t want the dogs judging us.”

“You know the way.”

I step back, giving him room. He bends to pick up whatever he dropped. “You brought a bag?”

He smiles, which brightens up his whole face. “I knew I’d need clean clothes for the morning.”

He walks past me, and I can’t take my eyes off his arse and how it fills his jeans so perfectly. Will he let me fuck him? There’s only one way to find out.

I follow him upstairs.

When I get in my bedroom, Ben looks out the window. It’s not a great view from here. The cottage faces away from the sea and the beach, so I’m not sure what has his attention. As I approach him, he doesn’t turn, but when I wrap my arms around his waist, he leans back onto me. “What’s going on?”

I ask quietly.

“I didn’t think this would ever happen. I’m nervous. I don’t know if I can be the man you knew fifteen years ago. You’ve said and thought the same things, and I believe you completely, but the body of twenty-five-year-old me is very different from the one I have now. I want this to be good, better than good. But what if I don’t live up to your expectations? You’re so different, in such a good way, whereas I’m just me.”

“Then how about I show you how much I want this—want you. Because, trust me, you’re exactly what I want.”

I slide my hands under his T-shirt, ignoring the way he breathes in, tightening his abs muscles.

My dick throbs, thickening in my boxers as I push the fabric up his body, running my fingers through the soft hair that wasn’t there before.

“Everything about you, about this, is so thrilling.

It’s familiar yet so new.

I’m nervous too, babe, but it’s going to be so good you’ll never doubt yourself again.”

We separate so his T-shirt can come off.

I pull it over his head and throw it somewhere in the room.

He turns to face me.

The deep fire, the need, the want in his eyes are palpable.

His mouth hits mine in a powerful, demanding kiss.

His tongue invades my mouth, clashing with mine in a fervour he hasn’t shown before.

It’s like his anxiety has been turned off at the click of a switch.

I match him, and our tongues tangle, twisting and turning, as we chase to be in charge.

Ben pushes my clothes up, forcing us to break apart, something that needed to be done so I can catch my breath.

“We need to be naked right now.”

Ben unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down his legs until they get jammed at his ankles by his shoes. “Shit.”

In moments, we’re down to our underwear, with erections bulging in the soft cotton. When I stroke a finger up his length, a wet spot appears, pre-cum ready at the tip to burst free. “That’s sexy as fuck.”

I grip him through the fabric.

He lets out a soft moan, hooks his thumbs into the waistband, and yanks his briefs down his legs.

Instantly, I wrap my hand around his cock, pumping the solid rod, encouraging more clear fluid to the tip and nestling in the slit.

As I stroke over the tip with my thumb, Ben’s moans become louder.

He reaches for my boxer briefs and pushes them down my thighs to the floor.

Any nerves Ben was feeling minutes ago have disappeared, and the confident man is back, walking me backwards to my bed.

When my knees hit the mattress, I sit.

Ben drops to his knees between my legs.

With a wink, he takes my cock into his hand, pumping once, twice, three times until my pre-cum beads.

He licks, flicking the ring.

My head swims with blissful pleasure.

Then his mouth is on me.

As he takes more and more of me deep into his mouth and then his throat, the wet heat and slow suction are incredible.

He doesn’t seem to have any issues with the ring through the head.

He only pulls back to tug on it gently with his teeth.

I nearly come on the spot. Pleasure courses through me, and I cry out his name and push my fingers through his hair.

I’m holding my breath, desperately trying not to come.

I manage a strangled “Stop.”

He pulls back, twirling his tongue around the head like it’s an ice cream, one of the good ones with the flake in. “Problem?”

he asks smugly. The fucker, he knows exactly what was going on.

“You’re far too fucking good at that.”