Page 12 of Sour Candy (Sour Candy #1)

“Stop.”

Benji groaned, hand stilling. He was on his back in Noah’s bed, where Noah had been watching him touch himself for the last half hour. It felt longer, every minute stretching into unique and exquisite torture as Noah watched him from the end of the bed.

“Good,” Noah said. “Hands off.”

Benji took his hand off his dick, trying not to tremble. It was difficult. He always shook when he was turned on, and he was reaching a level of horny that he didn’t think existed before last night.

Noah still had all his clothes on, his erection tenting his slacks.

Every once in a while, he’d reach down and squeeze it, and Benji would let out some stupid noise that he couldn’t even bring himself to be embarrassed about anymore.

Every time he started getting close, Noah would tell him to stop.

Then he’d wait a minute, letting Benji cool down.

And then it would start again: Noah instructing him how to touch himself, bringing Benji to the brink of orgasm, and then telling him to stop.

Benji lifted his head off the pillows, fixing Noah with the best annoyed look he could manage. “You know how I said you were nice? I take it back. You’re a bastard.”

Any worry he had about insulting his new sugar daddy drained out of him when Noah chuckled, amused.

“I don’t know,” he said. “You seem to be having fun.”

“Fun? Does this look—?” The next word choked off in Benji’s throat as Noah leaned over the bed, running his pointer finger down Benji’s sweaty sternum. It was the first time Noah had touched him since he got on the bed, and Benji couldn’t hold back a whimper.

Noah’s smile widened. He took his hand away. “I’m sorry, you were saying something.”

“You’re such a dick,” Benji panted.

Noah cocked his head. “One more time?”

Benji bit his lip. But it had been so long, and he’d never held out this long when he was edging himself.

“ Please ,” he said. “Come on, man, I’m dying over here.”

Noah ignored him, adjusting his tie. Benji had been surprised to discover that it did something to him, Noah all put-together and composed while Benji writhed naked on the bed.

He’d expected it to feel degrading, but it didn’t.

Mostly because even though Noah sounded unaffected, his gaze was unmistakable: so intense, filled with heat.

Every time Benji worried that he wasn’t putting on a good show or that Noah was getting bored, he’d look at Benji like he was the most important thing in the room, and Benji could relax.

Sort of. As much as he could relax when he was wrenched away from orgasm for the tenth time that night.

“You’ve already come once,” Noah reminded him, standing so close Benji could smell his smoky cologne. “Someone might say you’re being greedy.”

“You’re making me greedy,” Benji tossed back.

Noah hummed again. He ghosted a hand over Benji’s hard cock, and Benji dug his teeth into his lower lip.

Waiting. Hoping. Then Noah took his hand away without touching him, and Benji whined, his hips working helplessly against thin air, chasing his touch.

He stilled immediately, hoping Noah wouldn’t notice. But of course he did.

“So desperate,” Noah said. “I might have to get out the cock ring next time.”

Benji whined louder, locking his muscles so he didn’t move until Noah said so.

Part of him wanted to say fuck it and strip himself until he came, but a much bigger part of him wanted Noah to tell him he was good.

He wanted it so bad that he would ignore his throbbing cock until Noah told him.

Even though it was genuinely starting to hurt when he pulled his hand away.

He waited, shaking in the silence. Watching Noah watch him, hands clenched at his sides.

Finally, Noah relented. “You can touch the tip. Slowly .”

Benji grabbed his cock, sliding his thumb over the head. Slow, just like Noah wanted.

“There we go,” Noah said. “You’re doing so well for me.”

It washed over Benji in a hot wave. His mind was getting syrupy again, reaching that sweet, simple headspace where nothing mattered except Noah’s instructions and how good he felt.

He’d spent the last two days obsessing over it, running through the memories, Googling subspace late at night after Max went to bed.

He’d been told how satisfying it might feel; that he’d be light and unburdened for days after, like something huge had been lifted off his shoulders.

But he hadn’t expected that to actually happen.

Going under was just as good as he always feared, and it scared the shit out of him.

What was he supposed to do when Noah called it off?

“Benjamin,” Noah said. “I said slow .”

Benji startled. He’d started jerking himself properly, trying to get away from his thoughts. Getting further away from that syrupy headspace instead of closer.

“Sorry,” he said. “I’m just— It’s so much .”

“I know,” Noah said. He sat down on the bed next to him, and Benji’s heart thudded in his chest as Noah touched his cheek.

“I keep reminding myself you haven’t done this before,” Noah said. “I have to go easy on you.”

“You don’t,” Benji argued. “I can take it.”

A strange smile flitted over Noah’s face.

It looked almost sad. Benji panicked, going even slower on his cock, about to ask what he should do next.

Something to make Noah tell him he was good again.

But Noah leaned down, and anything Benji was going to ask was swallowed by Noah’s lips, his tongue licking so exquisitely into Benji’s mouth.

Benji moaned. He fumbled his free hand into Noah’s hair, too blissed out to think about whether it was allowed or not.

Before he could ask, Noah climbed on top of him and lay down, the soft material of his suit rubbing sparks over Benji’s bare skin.

Then Noah ground his clothed erection against Benji’s, and Benji had to bite his cheek to stop himself from coming.

“God,” he managed, trying to stop his hips from surging up against him. “Shit, Noah. Can I?—?”

“That depends,” Noah asked. “Do you want to come now, or when I fuck you?”

Benji bit his cheek so hard he worried about breaking skin. He wanted to come so much . His hips were still twitching, even with all his effort to stop himself. Every time his cock brushed Noah’s clothed erection, he had to force himself not to come.

Benji considered. “Can I have both?”

Noah’s lips quirked. “I don’t know, can you? Will you be too sensitive if I let you come now?”

Benji shook his head desperately. “I like it after I come.”

“With your dildo,” Noah supplied.

Benji’s cheeks burned. He’d never told anyone about his dildo, except probably Daphne when he was drunk.

It wasn’t a big deal —he was an adult, who gave a shit if he owned sex toys—but it still made something shrivel up inside him to tell someone the specifics.

It felt like Noah could see him rocking back on that dildo, pillow stuffed in his mouth so he didn’t wake Max.

“With the suction cup,” Noah continued. “Do you fuck it in with your hand? Or do you stick it to your bedframe, like you do when you suck it?”

“Jesus.” Benji hid his face in Noah’s lapels. “Both, okay? Anything else you want to pry out of me while I’m here? My most embarrassing grade school memory? My stupidest fear? My first crush? It was Kermit the frog, are you happy?”

He expected Noah to pull him back by his hair, force him to look at him. He tensed as Noah ran a hand through his hair, caught between lust and dread. But Noah’s grip stayed loose, scratching soothingly against his scalp.

“If you really don’t like me asking,” he said. “I’ll stop.”

Benji pulled back, risking a glance. Noah looked honest, as he always did. Benji couldn’t sense a threat under the words, couldn’t hear anything but a straightforward promise.

He thought about it, still struggling not to grind against him.

It was mortifying to tell Noah all this shit.

But it also gave him this strange sense of relief.

Not to mention it made Noah’s gaze intensify whenever he answered him.

He’d put himself through a lot worse to make Noah look at him like that.

“I’ll tell you to fuck off if you ever ask something I really don’t want to answer,” he said warily.

He expected Noah to frown. Some hint of disapproval at the idea of his sub even thinking to tell him to fuck off. But Noah just nodded, pushing Benji’s sweaty hair out of his face.

“Please do,” he said simply. Then, “Kermit, huh?”

Benji groaned. “Fuck off ! He’s nice .”

“Hmmm.” Noah’s mouth twisted, charmed. He held up two fingers. “Get them wet for me.”

Benji choked on his own spit. He opened his mouth obediently, his cock throbbing as Noah slid his fingers into his mouth, resting gently on his tongue.

Benji sucked. He hollowed his cheeks, hoping he looked good. Noah had to get off on this virgin stuff, but he didn’t want to look totally incompetent. Judging by the way that Noah was staring at him, he wasn’t doing a terrible job.

Noah pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a wet pop and reached down between them. Benji’s stomach swooped, but Noah didn’t even pause over his cock. Those two fingers pressed behind his balls, massaging his taint.

Benji jerked, fisting his hands against his hips. “ Fuck .”

“Not yet,” Noah said. His fingers slipped down, pressing into Benji’s hole.

Benji keened. Noah’s fingers were big , the stretch almost painful.

“So tight,” Noah said. “Good boy for not prepping. I wanted to watch your face while I opened you up.”

The burn was fading fast, replaced by pure sensation as Noah fucked his fingers in and out. Slowly at first, but getting faster. Deeper. Crooking until they found that spot inside of him that made Benji cry out.

He bucked up, cock smearing precum over Noah’s slacks.

Noah pushed him down into the bed, a hand splayed over his chest.

“Be a dear and get the lube for me,” he told Benji.