Page 6 of Sour Candy (Sour Candy #1)

His hips stuttered up, rubbing against the hard line in Noah’s slacks.

“You want that?” Noah asked. “Want my fingers?”

Benji nodded helplessly. “Want all of it. All of you.”

Noah let out a breathy little laugh, like he wasn’t sure Benji was just saying what he wanted him to hear.

But then he was leaning over to his bedside drawers and pulling out a bottle of lube, which looked so expensive that Benji didn’t even recognize the brand.

He slicked three fingers, then pressed them against Benji’s hole. Then he stopped.

Benji frowned. What was he waiting for?

“All three?” Noah asked.

Oh. He was waiting for Benji to say yes.

“Fuck, man,” Benji said. “Try four.”

Noah’s lips quirked. He pressed in with three fingers, and Benji’s spine arched.

It was so much better when it was someone else’s fingers.

He could never get deep enough without a toy.

Noah’s fingers crooked, finding that spot inside of him that made sparks dance in front of his eyes during several inopportune moments during dinner.

Benji heard himself crying out. “ Please, please, please .”

He bit his lip, cutting himself off. He’d said yes to begging in his profile.

He did want it, but the same way he wanted everything else: in his head, not in reality.

In reality, it was embarrassing. Even if it was quickly becoming less so, the parts of his mind that controlled shame were getting quickly drowned out by how much he wanted Noah to fuck him.

That, and how much his words were making Noah visibly hornier.

Like if Benji just kept talking, he’d get what he wanted.

“Please,” Benji managed. “Come on, fuck, I want it so much .”

Noah kissed him, long and hard and wet. When he pulled back, his eyes were all pupil.

“I know, baby,” he said. “It’s okay, I’ll give you what you want.”

The begging had worked: he was finally undoing his shirt, letting Benji see that beautiful, toned chest covered in dark hair. Then he was undoing his belt, easing his slacks and briefs off.

Benji craned his head desperately, straining against his bonds. He wanted to see .

Noah straightened, leaning over to grab a condom from the bedside drawer. Benji heard himself moan but couldn’t even bring himself to be embarrassed by it.

If Noah was beautiful, his cock was gorgeous . Long and pink and fat, the middle bulging out so obscenely, Benji’s mouth watered. He was bigger than Benji’s dildo, but he was pretty sure he could take him. Noah would ease him into it, Benji was pretty sure. He’d said he would be nice about it.

Noah eyed him as he climbed back onto the bed, rolling the condom on in one smooth motion. Benji couldn’t help the regretful lurch in his stomach. He wanted Noah to fuck him bare, but he wasn’t an idiot.

Noah petted his wiry thigh. “You ready, baby?”

Benji shivered. He pressed his leg harder into Noah’s touch, enjoying it when Noah pushed back. Holding him down. Steadying him.

“Yeah,” he said, hoping he didn’t sound as shy as he felt. He was harder than he’d ever been in his life. He’d been waiting for this for so long , but he was still spread out in front of a man who had all the power in his hands. Noah could do anything to him right now. He was right to be nervous.

Then Noah kissed him, his weight pressing him into the mattress, and Benji’s nerves were suddenly very far away.

Still there , huge and looming, but difficult to access.

Like he had to reach for them through the haze of lust Noah was creating with his big hands and his soft tongue and his fat cock, the blunt head pressing over his entrance.

Benji gasped against Noah’s mouth.

“Easy,” Noah said, fingers tightening on his thighs. He pressed his cockhead inside, slow and gentle. “Feel good?”

Benji nodded. But he was shivering uncontrollably, which wasn’t helping his case. He leaned up and caught Noah’s mouth again, the kiss turning slack and useless as Noah pushed in further, working inside with small, shallow thrusts.

“Still good?” Noah asked, strained.

Benji felt a hot glow of pride at the strain in his voice. He was doing that. Him—just by lying here and taking it.

Noah bit his earlobe. “Words, baby.”

“‘S good,” Benji gasped. “I just— I don’t… do this much.”

Noah let out an airy chuckle, like he’d guessed as much. Benji waited for the humiliation to come, but it didn’t because Noah was pulling back to look at him so warmly, one hand coming off his thigh to cup his cheek.

“What do you need?”

Keep looking at me like that , Benji thought. Like Benji was the warm little center of the world. Like nothing else existed.

He bit his lip. “Keep telling me?”

“You got it,” Noah said, thrusting harder. They both groaned as Noah’s hips met his ass.

“I got you,” Noah murmured. “Just gotta lie there and take it, baby.”

Benji jerked, a whimper spilling out of him before he could stop it. Noah was so big . Filling him up like he’d always wanted. Pressing down on him with all his weight and somehow not making him feel trapped, but held .

Noah kissed him. “Tell me how you want it, baby.”

Benji knew this was where he was supposed to say fast or slow or hard , but it was so difficult to think with Noah inside him.

He pulled at the restraints, the silky feeling of the tie around his wrists making him feel drunk. “Give it to me. I want all of it.”

Noah’s eyes darkened even further. “You remember your word?”

Benji had to search for it. He’d come up with that word on the fly. “Oregano.”

“Good. You say that if you want to stop, alright?”

“I know,” Benji whispered, head swimming.

“Good boy.” Noah’s hips snapped forward.

Benji cried out. It was like Noah had lit a firecracker up his spine, his body flooding with sparks. Noah kept thrusting, kissing him even as Benji whimpered and moaned, barely able to kiss back. Noah didn’t seem to mind, panting raggedly in his ear.

“Don’t come until I say,” he instructed.

Benji nodded wildly. He’d agree to anything if Noah kept fucking him like this, holding him at an angle that meant his cock brushed his sweet spot with each thrust.

Noah kept talking, just like he’d promised. Sweet words and instructions and sometimes just Benji’s name, his full name that he’d never liked until he heard it out of Noah’s mouth on that first phone call.

“That’s it,” he told Benji breathlessly. “You’re taking my cock so well. So good for me. Fuck. Benjamin .”

Benji could only moan in response. He knew he should probably do something—he hadn’t been fucked before, but he knew that lying there doing nothing was generally frowned upon—but Noah had assured him all he had to do was lie there and take it.

So Benji took it. He took it until his skin was slick with sweat, and he was barely aware of the constant string of whimpers falling out of him with each thrust. This was what he’d been looking for: someone to stop the constant whirring in his head.

Someone to pull down his spiky exterior, someone he could trust with the soft skin underneath.

Noah had him. That was all that mattered. Silky tie around his wrists. Bite marks littering his chest. Hands on his thighs, holding him open as he took him. Time turned long and liquid, and Benji had no idea how long it had been when he noticed the telltale heat building inside of him.

“‘M gonna come,” he slurred.

Noah’s thrusts stuttered. “Yeah? I haven’t even touched your cock yet.”

Benjamin squirmed, unsure if he should be humiliated by that. “I’m— I’m gonna— I can’t.”

Noah sucked a kiss into his neck. “Not yet.”

Then he ground his hips against him, a slow, hard pressure that made white light flash over Benji’s eyelids. He could feel the orgasm building, so much deeper and more intense than when he was just touching his dick.

Benji’s voice cracked. “Noah, I can’t — Please?—”

Noah grabbed his chin. His neat hair from dinner had turned into a mess, strands sticking to his dewy forehead.

“You can hold it,” Noah said, still grinding into him. “Can’t you? For me.”

“I don’t know,” Benji admitted. “It’s so?—”

Noah fucked into him faster, and he cut off in a cry. He twisted against the sheets, the pleasure almost unbearable. He couldn’t hold out much longer. Not without coming.

“I’m sorry,” Benji croaked, eyes burning with failure. “I need to come. I need it.”

Noah kissed him, swallowing his whimpers. His tongue brushed Benji’s cheek, and Benji realized in a daze that he was crying. Noah was licking them off his cheek.

“Okay,” Noah said. “Since you were so good for me, baby. You can come.”

It was the last thing Benji heard for a while. His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, back bowing off the bed. He was distantly aware of Noah saying something, but he couldn’t hear it over the blood rushing in his ears.

It was so good . It was too good. Benji was a little terrified by how good it was—like something crucial had cracked inside of him, and he’d never tape it closed. The pleasure was all over, too big to contain.

He forgot he had a body for a while. Floating, safe and warm in the dark. When he came back to himself, Noah was trailing a damp washcloth over his arms. His wrists were free, he realized belatedly, his hands tucked comfortingly over his torso.

He blinked muzzily. Until you can’t take it, Noah had promised.

He imagined Noah fucking him when he was like this, too out of it to do anything, not even speak.

It made something electric flare in his stomach, but it was distant, as if through a curtain.

He was barely awake, his head lolling toward Noah.

Noah looked up and smiled, the washcloth pausing on Benji’s torso. “Hey, baby. Feeling okay?”

It took an immense amount of effort to make himself nod. Then, another colossal amount of effort to make his mouth work enough to ask, “Did you come?”

“I did.”

Benji wet his lips, struggling against sleep long enough to say, “Missed it.”

“You can watch next time,” Noah said simply. He kissed Benji’s newly clean collarbone, and Benji was shaken by the intimacy of it. Noah had seen parts of him he’d never shown to anyone, and he’d treated him so well for all of it. Benji didn’t think people like him existed.

Noah went back to cleaning the sweat off of him, soothing the washcloth over Benji’s cheeks. That was what caused it, Benji managing to say the words he’d been fighting against the whole night.

“Thank you,” he mumbled.

Then sleep dragged him under.