Page 8 of Sour Candy (Sour Candy #1)

Benji moaned. It vibrated all the way to the base of Noah’s cock, and he had to stop himself from thrusting into that incredible suction. Not yet, he told himself. If Benji became his sugar baby for real, they could work up to it. They could work up to a lot of things.

A flurry of motion pulled him out of the fantasies of all the things he could do to this beautiful boy.

Noah looked down. Benji was jerking himself, the stimulation forcing a chorus of muffled moans and whines out of his occupied throat. It felt incredible. Noah gave it a few seconds, then pulled him off.

“Keep your hands on my thighs,” he told a teary-eyed Benji. He shifted one leg closer. “If you want to come, you can rub off on my leg.”

Benji’s unsteady confusion morphed to shock. He stared at Noah’s leg, blinking blearily.

“Go on,” Noah told him. Hoping he wasn’t going too far. “You’re doing so well. You deserve it.”

Benji shuddered, grabbing Noah’s hairy thighs and grinding his cock against Noah’s shin.

“Such a good boy,” Noah said, scratching lazily at his scalp. “Aren’t you? So sweet for me.”

Benji hummed, movements getting more spasmodic. Head bobbing faster, cock leaking down Noah’s leg. He was so wet he didn’t even need lube, every pass making the glide slicker. He had said he could come with Noah’s cock in his throat. Noah was starting to think he actually could.

Then, just when he was feeling his orgasm creep up, Benji pulled back.

Noah bit back a groan. “What is it, baby?”

Benji gazed up at him, cheeks gleaming with tears, pink lips puffy with spit. “Can I come?”

Noah’s annoyance faded instantly, replaced by another surge of pride. He toyed with Benji’s lip fondly.

“Good boy, asking for permission,” he said. He guided Benji’s cock back into his mouth. “You come whenever you want, sweetheart. After you make me come.”

Benji sucked hungrily, hips working against Noah’s leg. Noah’s cock slid into his throat. He swallowed, throat constricting until Noah couldn’t stop himself. He came, emptying himself into the condom as Benji swallowed thick and clumsy around him.

Benji pulled off before he was finished, gulping air hastily before he latched onto his cockhead once more, sucking it through the latex as it softened. He was still whimpering, cock sliding desperately against Noah’s leg. He stared up at Noah with wet eyes.

Noah pulled his soft cock out of his mouth. “Do it. I want to watch.”

Benji’s eyes slammed shut. His mouth opened against Noah’s knee, shaking with the force of his orgasm as he came all over his leg.

He was still groaning as he recovered, dragging in huge breaths like he’d run a marathon. Noah tilted his leg, examining the mess. He could make Benji clean it up with his tongue. He could splay him out on the bed and eat him out until he was hard again, not let him come until he saw fit.

Noah’s alarm blared. He sighed and stretched over to turn it off.

“What’s the time?” Benji croaked.

Noah checked it. “Almost seven.”

When he turned back, Benji was trying to stand up. It took him several tries, his knees wobbling under him.

“I have class,” he said, voice rough and slurred. “I gotta go.”

He wobbled again.

Noah caught his arm, tugging him back onto the bed. “You should wait until you’re back up first.”

“Back up,” Benji repeated. He blinked hard. “Right. Yeah. ‘M good, didn’t go that far down.”

“Humor me.” Noah tied the condom off and threw it in the wastebasket.

Then he shuffled back, pulling Benji with him until they were lying down, Benji’s head on his chest. He ran a soothing hand down Benji’s arm.

He had to shower, check his emails, and get dressed, and he really needed to wipe the come off his leg and his dick before it dried.

But he had a sweet boy in his arms, and he was still coming up. That came first.

Benji was surprisingly stiff at first. But he relaxed in increments, and soon he was relaxing into him fully. Just when Noah was suspecting he might be asleep, Benji sat up again, eyes dry and mostly alert.

“I seriously have to go,” he said apologetically. “They actually take attendance in this class. I can’t afford to miss another one.”

Noah kissed his forehead and stood. “I’ll show you the shower. I’ll get some food ready while you’re in there. Do you need me to drop you off somewhere?”

No response. Noah turned to find him sitting on the bed, staring at him like he was waiting for the punchline.

Noah raised his eyebrows expectantly.

Benji snapped into motion, a nervous laugh jolting out of him.

“Right! Sure, great. No ride, there’s a bus stop right across the road. Okay, shower. Do you have a weird rich person shower? Tell me I don’t need a manual to figure out which handle to use.”

“You’ll figure it out,” Noah told him. “Come on.”

After a short internal debate on the pros and cons of shower sex—which ended quickly due to how late it would make them both, the fact that they’d both just come, and Noah’s last attempt at shower sex ending in an ER visit and an exasperated nurse explaining the very real dangers of shower sex—Noah headed into the kitchen to scrounge up some breakfast.

He placed Benji’s pasta containers in a plastic bag. One night unrefrigerated wouldn’t kill them, although he made a mental note to check with Elijah to confirm that. He rooted through the fridge and came out with soft cheese, apple slices, and granola that was going stale.

I really need to get groceries that aren’t protein shakes and meat , he thought to himself as he looked at the sad breakfast he’d assembled for them both.

The shower turned off down the hall. Noah checked his phone. That was barely a few minutes. Less than thirty seconds later, Benji burst into the kitchen, black curls dripping.

“I’m really sorry, I do need to—” Benji stopped, staring at the plates Noah had put together. “Oh shit. I thought you were just going to give me pasta.”

Noah held up the plastic bag. “It got left out overnight. I hope that’s okay.”

Benji gave him another incredulous look, like he wasn’t sure if Noah was joking or not.

“I’ll survive,” he said dryly. He picked at a cheese slice, stuffing it into his cheek like a chipmunk and wincing as he swallowed.

He hadn’t chewed the apple slice very much, and his throat had to be tender. But before Noah could do something dumb, like offer him soothing tea, Benji said, “So this was great. This was awesome, actually. Five stars, would sugar baby again.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets, rocking from side to side. He was trying to sound aloof, but Noah could see right through him. He was still nervous. Still that sweet boy, too afraid to admit what he wanted.

Noah made sure he didn’t sound too eager. “Would you like to do this again? On an ongoing basis, I mean. Just with me. No one else.”

Benji lit up. “Like—? Okay! Yeah, okay. Wow. I didn’t think?—”

He stopped, biting his lip. He was grinning again, even bigger than he had been this morning.

“You’d have to get tested,” Noah told him apologetically.

“Huh? Oh, sure.”

“And sign a contract.”

Benji bounced on the spot, boots squeaking. “Hey man, show me where to sign and I’ll do that shit right now.”

His bright grin faded into bafflement as Noah went into his office and emerged with a folder, bright pink sticky notes protruding from the pages where he needed to sign. Benji skimmed the pages, just as thorough as Noah thought he would be.

“Just had this ready,” Benji mumbled as he scribbled his signature.

“Oookeydokes. No other sexual activity with others unless discussing it beforehand… Done. No social media about the arrangement… Hey, shouldn’t you have made me sign this beforehand?

I could’ve walked out of here knowing everything about your, uh… ”

He scratched his stubble bashfully. Noah wondered, again, if he’d just taken this boy’s virginity, and if he was a creep for liking the idea so much.

“Probably,” Noah acknowledged, leaning on the kitchen counter next to the forms. “But I trust you.”

Benji’s cheeks went pink. He stared at him, and Noah thought back to licking tears off those red cheeks.

Benji let out a nervous laugh and ducked his head, scribbling the final signature. “Aaaaand done. My lips are sealed.”

Noah took the folder, tucking it under his arm so he could grab his phone. “I’ll send you the money now. The app takes up to an hour, but you should get it before you get to class.”

Benji clicked his tongue, heading for the door.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” he said. Fidgety, ready to leave. Putting his walls back into place.

Noah stepped closer. Benji’s shoulders came up, but the noise he made into Noah’s mouth when he kissed him was all satisfaction.

Noah pulled back. Benji looked dazed, his eyes still half-closed. Like he hadn’t realized the kiss was over yet.

“Pleasure,” Noah said, and stepped away. “Have a good day, Benjamin. I’ll be thinking of you.”