Page 11 of Sour Candy (Sour Candy #1)
Benji’s lips parted. He looked away, and Noah could see him reaching for a joke, a dismissal, something to make the conversation less intense. Then Noah’s hand curled around his jaw, and Benji stilled.
“I-I missed you too,” he admitted breathlessly. “I, um…”
He squirmed. Noah held him firmer, turning his face back toward him when Benji tried to twist away.
“What?” Noah asked.
Benji shook his head as best he could with Noah holding him still. He let out a small, stuttering laugh. “I… jerked off after our call?”
“I thought you were at school.”
“I was.” Benji’s gaze dropped, embarrassed. “I did it in the bathroom.”
Noah couldn’t help himself, squeezing his jaw even harder as a delicious spark of lust curled through him as he pictured it: Benji panting in a bathroom stall, face ruddy as he worked himself.
“You couldn’t wait?” Noah asked softly. He stroked a thumb over Benji’s narrow cheekbone, that spark of lust turning to a wildfire as Benji shuddered under his touch.
“No,” Benji admitted in a self-conscious mumble. “That was the best sex I ever had, man.”
“Not that you have much to compare it to.”
Benji laughed uncomfortably. “Ooookay.”
He tried to turn away again, embarrassed. Noah winced. He didn’t want to put any more shame on him. He’d had enough.
“Hey,” Noah said. “Look at me.”
Benji swallowed. Slowly, haltingly, those dark eyes jerked back up, almost defiant. Steeling himself. Noah had to teach him that whatever he was waiting for, it wasn’t coming. He stroked his cheekbone once more, and Benji’s defiance flickered with uncertainty.
“I like it,” Noah assured him, pushing back a wet strand of hair that had fallen over his brow. “Had anyone fucked you before?”
Benji shook his head, jaw clenched.
“You should’ve told me. I would’ve made it special.”
Benji snorted. “Man, that was pretty fucking special. I almost came just from that pasta.”
“Flowers,” Noah tried. “Candles. I wouldn’t have gone so hard.”
“I liked it,” Benji muttered, the words slow and halting.
“I want to spoil you,” Noah reminded him. “That was the deal, remember?”
“Don’t remember that in the contract,” Benji joked.
“You’re not used to getting what you want.”
“I don’t…” Benji hesitated. “I’m fine with what I have.”
A thin jacket and excitement over leftover pasta. Thanking Noah for treating him nicely in bed. This boy deserved so much more than whatever had made him carry himself so tightly, trying to put up a guarded front only to melt the first time somebody treated him well.
Noah changed tactics, thumbing his stark collarbones and watching goosebumps break out across the damp flesh.
“What did you think about when you were touching yourself this morning?”
Benji flushed. “Come on, man.”
Noah pulled his bathrobe apart, sliding his hands over his thin chest, his flat stomach, his protruding hipbones. He was so bony . Noah would have to fatten him up.
“I thought—” Benji’s breath hitched as Noah skimmed the top of his pubes, almost touching the base of his hardening cock. “Oh, shit. I-I thought about you fucking me in the elevator, on the way here. Pulling the emergency brake and…”
He trailed off, his eyes wide and pleading, all pupil. Then Noah palmed his cock, and those big eyes slammed shut with a groan.
“You would’ve done that?” Noah asked, not yet stroking him, just applying pressure. “You’d never been fucked before, and you would’ve let me have you against some elevator doors?”
“I don’t know,” Benji gasped. His hips spasmed against Noah’s hand, seeking friction.
Noah crowded him against the wall. Benji groaned louder, head falling back.
“You’re sure?” Noah asked, voice low. “You’re so eager for me. I didn’t have lube. Do you think the plug was enough? Could you take me with just my spit?”
Benji whimpered. His cock was already so wet against Noah’s hand.
“Or maybe I would’ve made you come first,” Noah added thoughtfully, rubbing Benji’s dripping cockhead. “Fucked you with that instead.”
Benji shuddered, voice cracking. “Shit. Noah .”
“You would’ve let me,” Noah said, hand working faster with Benji’s precum to ease the glide. “Wouldn’t you? You’d let me have you wherever I want.”
“Yeah,” Benji rasped, jerking uselessly against Noah’s unrelenting hold and moaning even louder when he discovered, yet again, that he couldn’t move. “ Yeah , I want it. Oh shit, I want it so bad, I’d let you— I’d?—”
His mouth opened in a silent, shaking O as he came, shooting wetness all over his belly. It splashed over the bathrobe, and the small part of Noah’s brain that wasn’t consumed by lust made a note to send that to the dry cleaners, too.
Benji sagged against him, panting and boneless. Noah took his weight, enjoying the rare moment of defenselessness. But all too soon, Benji’s eyes were fluttering open, the embarrassment trickling back into his blissed-out expression.
“Shit,” he said, looking down at himself. “Sorry. I didn’t?—”
Noah silenced him with a kiss.
“Don’t be sorry,” he assured him. “We’re not done yet.”