Page 21 of Sour Candy (Sour Candy #1)

“Then you’ll have it,” he said. “What else do you want, Benjamin?”

This was where Benjamin was supposed to say “you.” And he did. He wanted Noah so badly that the evidence was soaking the babydoll. But part of him was enjoying the wait, the anticipation hitting him even harder than the champagne.

He bit his lip, the pain sparking pleasure through him like a match in a pool of gasoline. “Stockings?”

Noah’s fingers twitched on his hip. But his voice sounded almost unaffected as he said, “Of course.”

He got on his knees. Benji held his breath, but Noah pretended like there wasn’t an erection almost poking him in the face. He just picked up Benji’s bare foot, rolling on the stockings one by one.

Benji had to close his eyes. They felt wonderful. Now he wanted to shave his legs, smooth fabric meeting smooth skin. Would Noah like that? Did he think his legs looked weird, hairy thighs exposed above the end of the stockings?

“You’re not looking at me,” Noah said.

Benji wrenched his eyes open. “Shit, sorry.”

He looked down and promptly lost his breath. Noah was holding his shin. His mouth was resting less than an inch away from Benji’s cock, watching the wet spot curiously.

“Baby,” he said, pitying. “This looks painful .”

Benji’s legs shook. “You could, uh…”

A pair of footsteps headed past. Two women talking about a shitty coworker, one of them laughing loud enough that Benji flinched. He wanted it. He wanted it so bad he could die. Was he really going to do this?

Noah trailed a hand up the back of his leg, squeezing the naked thigh above the stockings. “I could…”

Benji lowered his voice. “I was gonna say you could kiss it better.”

He started to say that, of course, Noah didn’t have to, that it wasn’t in the job description. But Noah bent forward, sucking Benji’s silk-covered cockhead into his mouth, and the words turned into a garbled moan. His hand flew to his mouth, pressing hard as Noah leaned back.

“Need to be quiet,” he told Benji, mouthing down the side of his cock. “Has nobody sucked you before?”

Benji shook his head, his hands trembling over his mouth.

“Huh.” Noah paused. Then he sucked his shaft through the babydoll. Was he sucking Benji’s precum out of the fabric? Oh, god .

Benji sank his teeth into his palm. Whines leaked out from behind his fingers, unstoppable.

His knees threatened to give out from under him.

He was definitely going to die, he decided as a mortifying whimper spilled out of him.

Die or cry, or get banned from a store he was never going to come back to anyway.

Whatever happened, he was willing to risk it.

He’d do anything as long as Noah kept sucking him.

Teasing him so torturously, the wet fabric so silky against his sensitive cock.

He smothered a wet gasp against his hands as Noah pulled back and stood.

“Wait,” Benji gasped, dread washing over him in a crushing wave. “I’ll be quiet, I’ll be good, please .”

Noah shushed him, stroking his cheekbones. “You can’t be quiet, baby. It’s my fault, springing this on you.”

“I can be good,” Benji repeated, the dread caught in a bubble as Noah kissed his forehead.

Not growing, but not going away, either.

He was getting punished. Right? Noah was pulling the babydoll off of him and reaching for his T-shirt, which felt like one hell of a punishment.

Dressing Benji in his shitty clothes, taking these sweet, soft things away.

Benji was an idiot for thinking he’d get to keep it. That he’d get to keep any of this.

“Hey,” Noah said. Hands on Benji’s face again. Bringing him back to earth. “This isn’t an end. This is a pause. I’m going to get you dressed, then I’m going to take you home. I’ll take care of you, baby. You just have to wait.”

Benji blinked. He wanted to point out that he was so hard it hurt, that the cashier was definitely going to notice the mess they made of the babydoll, that Benji honestly didn’t care if anyone heard them at this point, as long as Noah let him come.

What came out was a whispered, “Promise?”

“I promise,” Noah said. He took Benji’s stained boxers off the carpet. “Can you step into these for me?”

Benji did. He didn’t even complain when Noah eased his jeans up over his aching erection. He was going to be good. Even if it meant dying of blue balls.

The journey to the car was a blur. Benji stood off to the side as Noah paid, their bag clutched over his lap as he sweated bullets and tried not to look like a lunatic.

He was pretty sure he had failed after the salesperson gave him at least three suspicious looks before he left.

But then they were out of the store, and Noah’s hand on his back was the only thing stopping Benji from falling apart.

“You can say I fucked up,” he said as they approached the car. “It’s actually worse if you don’t say it.”

“You didn’t fuck up,” Noah said easily. “I should’ve known you couldn’t stay quiet.”

Benji ground his teeth together. His legs were still shaking, his cock scraping painfully against his jeans. It sure as hell sounded like this was Benji’s fault.

They reached the car. Noah pressed an infuriatingly invisible button on the trunk, which popped open.

He loaded their bags in, all Benji’s new lace and suits wrapped in pristine parcels, and Benji watched him with increasing panic.

He needed to know what to expect when they got home.

Noah had said he was going to take care of him. What did that mean?

“I’m just saying,” Benji said, more snappish than he intended. “If you’re going to punish me, fucking tell me now, man.”

He didn’t mean for it to come out so sharp.

He didn’t mean to call him man , as Noah had so obviously disapproved of.

And he didn’t mean to say it loud enough for Riona to hear, although she valiantly pretended that she didn’t.

Humming along to the radio with an intensity that was fake but appreciated.

Noah stopped, staring. He looked around the empty parking garage, and Benji’s stomach clenched with want and horrible dread.

He wasn’t scared of Noah. He just wanted to know what the hell was going on.

Nothing about Noah made sense. He went against everything Benji knew about the world.

Every part of him was waiting for Noah to treat him like he was used to.

But Noah didn’t sneer at him. Didn’t laugh or yell or sigh or tell Benji to shut the fuck up. He didn’t even take Benji’s face. He just stared at him a while longer. Then he said, “You aren’t getting punished. This was my fault, not yours.”

He opened the backseat door.

Benji climbed in, still shaking. The partition was rolling up, a solid black border blocking them off from the front seats. He couldn’t even hear Riona humming along to the radio anymore.

Noah climbed in after him. He pulled the car door shut, and the backseat fell into silence. Even when the car started, it was like they were in their own little world. The blacked-out windows helped, shutting them off from the outside.

“I’m sorry,” Noah said, twisting toward him. “That was too much, huh?”

Benji shook his head. But he was breathing fast, and he was still achingly hard, and he felt like he was going to shake apart if Noah didn’t touch him soon.

“Benjamin,” Noah started.

Benji cut him off. “Can you—can you just touch me? Or I can touch you. I don’t care, I just— I need it.”

He didn’t even care that he sounded pathetic. Not when Noah grabbed his waist, hauling him into his lap. Letting Benji grind down against him, even kneading his ass to encourage him. Slipping those big hands under his boxers and squeezing .

“Is this what you need?” Noah asked, biting his earlobe. “Is it enough?”

Benji moaned, grinding faster.

Noah gripped his hair and pulled him back to meet his eyes. “I asked you a question, baby.”

Benji tried to remember. His hips were still working. It was hard to think about anything but the delightful, painful friction.

“Fuck me,” he gasped.

Noah’s hand tightened in his hair. “I don’t have a condom.”

Benji let out a weak laugh. “Seriously? We’re in the backseat of your car. You have the”—he waved at the partition, which he’d momentarily forgotten the word for—“the blocky thingy. And you don’t have a stash of condoms hidden under a seat? What kind of rich guy are you?”

“A complete disgrace.” Noah let go of his hair. Before Benji could even whine, Noah’s fingers were back, pressing against his lips for entrance.

“Suck,” he commanded.