Page 13 of Sour Candy (Sour Candy #1)

Benji blinked up at him blearily. Then he fumbled toward the bedside table, where a large bottle of lube sat conveniently on the edge. He handed it over, a shocked noise falling out of him as Noah pulled his fingers out.

“I know,” Noah said. “You can come in a second.”

He coated his fingers, then slid them back inside. Three of them now, pressing against his prostate so steadily that Benji felt like he was going to lose his mind.

He threw his head back, gasping. “I’m gonna— Noah?—”

“Do it, baby.” Noah curled his fingers and pressed his hips down.

It was a double-hit of sensation, and Benji slammed headfirst into orgasm with a wail.

He was distantly aware of pushing back against Noah’s fingers, of rutting desperately against his slacks and grabbing his sleeves like he was holding on for his life.

Of making some truly pitiful noises against Noah’s shirt, unable to do anything but moan as it took him over.

He sagged back against the bed. Noah was still leaning over him, kissing his face.

“You did so well,” he told Benji between kisses. “I could see how hard that was for you. How much effort it took to stop. And you still did it. Do you know why?”

Benji frowned, sluggish. “‘Cause you told me to.”

“Exactly.” Noah kissed him, teeth grazing his lower lip.

Benji shivered, a hot wave of satisfaction flowing through him. He spread his legs wider, almost unconsciously. Noah’s fingers were still inside, stretching him, avoiding his prostate for now.

“My good boy,” Noah continued. “Do you know what good boys get?”

Benji bit his lip. “Fucked?”

“Two in a row, baby. You’re on a roll.” Noah shuffled closer, pushing Benji’s legs until his thighs were flush against his hips.

Benji had never been splayed open like this before. It sent a tiny thrill through him. He was on display, bare, exposed . And Noah was still fully clothed over him, unzipping his fly to pull that big, fat cock out.

“You ready?” Noah asked as he took out a condom from his pocket.

Benji’s mouth watered as Noah rolled the latex over the thickest part of him, the bulge in the middle that had caught so delightfully on his hole every time he fucked into him.

“Benji?”

“Yeah,” Benji said, flushing as he realized he’d been so busy drooling at Noah’s cock he didn’t even answer. “I’m ready.”

“Good. On your hands and knees for me.”

Benji moved clumsily to obey, his excitement was marred with strange disappointment as Noah lined himself up behind him. He wasn’t tied, no gags or toys or anything. Did the almost-virgin thing make Noah think he needed to treat him with kid gloves?

“You can tie me up if you want,” Benji blurted.

Noah paused, cockhead barely inside him. “Not this time.”

Then he pushed in, and every response Benji might’ve had to that vanished. It was so good . Even when Noah was just thrusting shallowly, letting him adjust, it was better than any frantic session he’d had rocking back against his dildo.

Noah pressed him down into the bed with a hand on the small of his back. His cologne was heavy in the air, zipper grazing Benji’s ass with each thrust. His carefully oiled hair grew steadily messier, his breathing getting labored. He groaned Benji’s name, telling him how good he felt.

This was heaven, Benji decided. If he had enough brainpower to think, he’d already be missing it.

“Wondered why you looked so surprised last night,” Noah panted. He leaned down, the long line of his torso sliding against Benjamin’s slick back. “I didn’t guess you hadn’t done it. Thought you were just shocked how good my dick felt.”

“I was,” Benji slurred into the pillow. “I thought it’d hurt. Or be awkward. You turned my brain to fucking liquid, man.”

Noah huffed a laugh against his ear. “You call me that a lot.”

Benji believed it. When he was nervous, he started throwing man ’s and dude ’s everywhere.

“What do you want me to call you?” he managed. “Noah? Sir? Daddy ?”

Noah’s hips faltered. The next thrust was so deep it jarred Benji’s teeth, drawing a hoarse yell from his throat as pleasure washed over him.

“Would you like that?” Noah asked. “Being Daddy’s good boy?”

Benji shivered. Half want, half nerves.

“No,” he said, unsure if he was telling the truth.

Noah kissed his forehead. “Then let’s stick with Noah for now.”

Benji tried to come up with something snarky. But then Noah started fucking him faster, and all that came out of his mouth were moans.

He didn’t pass out right after, but it was a close call. He forced his eyes to stay open as he watched Noah pad around the room, getting rid of the condom and checking Benji’s puffy hole.

Benji shuddered, spent cock jerking against his stomach as Noah pulled his legs apart, watching his hole. He barely had it in him to be embarrassed. He felt so good . Light and happy and free . He had mind-blowing sex, decent grades, and money in the bank. Life was great!

“I should’ve signed up to that site ages ago,” Benji slurred. He waved weakly at Noah, finally managing to catch his shoulder. “Where the hell were you?”

Noah kissed his thumb. “Waiting for you to become legal.”

Benji guffawed, letting his hand drop back.

He was still sweaty, still shaking. And yet Noah hadn’t made any move to grab a washcloth like he’d done the other night.

Did he still have plans? Benji didn’t know if that made him excited or exhausted.

He’d already come twice, and he was hardly keeping his eyes open.

“Benjamin,” Noah said intently.

Benji braced himself, his stomach tingling despite his tiredness. He’d let Noah fuck him again, even if he was so sensitive he didn’t know if he could take it. He’d suck him off or let Noah tell him how to jerk off again. He’d do whatever this guy wanted.

Noah hesitated. “Can I give you a bath?”