Page 3 of Sweet on the Royal Guard

BENEDICT

I can’t get enough of Zeke. His body moves with mine in perfect synchronization as I thrust into him, our skin slick with sweat. Every sensation is electric—the heat of his skin, the tightness enveloping me, the little gasps and moans escaping his lips.

“God, Benedict,” Zeke groans, his fingers digging into my back. “Don’t stop.”

I have no intention of stopping. I’ve wanted this since I saw Zeke naked in my yard and dreamed of having him beneath me. Now that it’s finally happening, it’s even better than I imagined.

I angle my hips, hitting the spot that makes Zeke cry out in pleasure. His back arches off the bed as I pick up the pace, driving into him with renewed urgency. The headboard thumps against the wall in a steady rhythm.

“Is this what you came for?” I ask breathlessly.

Zeke’s eyes flutter open, heavy-lidded with desire. A grin tugs at his lips. “You know it is. I couldn’t stay away if I tried.”

His words send a thrill through me. I capture his mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing his moans as I continue to move inside him.

“I don’t know what it is about you, Benedict,” Zeke pants when we break apart. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

I laugh, though it comes out more like a gasp. “Right back at you.”

God, how does he manage to be so effortlessly charming even now? It’s infuriating and endearing all at once. I love how Zeke can make me laugh, even in such an intimate moment.

I’m close now, teetering on the edge. Zeke must sense it because he wraps his legs tighter around my waist, urging me deeper.

“Come on, Benedict,” he whispers. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

His words undo me completely. I bury my face in his neck as the pleasure crests, crying out his name as I find my release.

The waves of ecstasy wash over me, leaving me trembling and breathless. As I come down from the high, I’m acutely aware of Zeke’s warmth beneath me, his hands tracing soothing patterns on my back.

I pull out gently, then lean in to press a tender kiss to Zeke’s lips. When I pull back, I’m struck by the affection in his eyes.

“That was…” I trail off, searching for words.

“Yeah,” Zeke agrees, a soft smile playing on his lips. “It really was.”

I roll to the side, propping myself on one elbow to look at him. “You didn’t come.”

He smiles and opens his mouth to speak, but I place a finger over his lips to stop him.

“I want you to fuck me, Zeke.”

Zeke’s eyebrows shoot up, his blue eyes widening in surprise. “Fuck, Benji. Do you really want that?”

I nod, feeling a blush creep up my neck. “Yeah, if you’re up for it.”

A slow grin spreads across Zeke’s face. “If I’m up for it? Benny, I think you just made all my dreams come true.”

I laugh at his enthusiasm.

Zeke chuckles, already moving to position himself between my legs. “This is a big moment for me. I might need to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.”

His playful words ease any lingering nervousness I might have felt. As Zeke begins to prepare me with gentle, exploring touches, I’m struck by how safe I feel with him. It’s a new sensation, one I’m not used to in my typically guarded life.

“You good?” Zeke asks, his voice unexpectedly tender.

I nod, surprised by how much I want this. “Yeah, I’m good. More than good.”

Zeke suits up, and then he enters me. I’m overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation. It’s been a while since I’ve done this, and the fullness is both strange and exhilarating.

“God, Benson,” Zeke breathes, his forehead resting against mine. “You feel amazing.”

I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer. “So do you,” I say, meaning it more than I can express.

Zeke moves in and out of me with a desperation I feel to my core. He’s so big. Stretching me so perfectly I know I’m going to feel it for days.

As his thrusts become more erratic, I wrap my legs tighter around his waist. I want him as deep as he can go.

“Fuck, Benedict. Can you come again?”

I shake my head, but when he changes his angle and his cock hits my prostate, I gasp.

“Jesus, Zeke. You’re doing it.”

“Hell yeah. Come with me, baby.”

One. Two. Three thrusts and Zeke releases deep inside me. I clench around him and come for a second time.

“Fuck,” I gasp as Zeke covers my body with his. He’s big and heavy. Somehow, I don’t feel stifled. I feel grounded. Cared for.

I need to be careful, or I’m going to fall for a younger guy. Something I promised myself I’d never do again.

We take a quick shower together. Zeke doesn’t stop touching me throughout. Damn, if I were a few years younger, he would draw a third orgasm out of me.

The bathroom is filled with steam, the mirror foggy as we clean up in comfortable silence. I steal glances at Zeke, watching water droplets trace paths down his skin. There’s a slight awkwardness now. The heat of the moment has faded, leaving us in this strange limbo.

I grab a towel, wrapping it around my waist. “So, um…” I start, then falter. Come on, Benedict. Use your words . “It’s getting late.”

Zeke nods, running a hand through his damp hair. “Yeah, I should probably head out.”

My heart sinks a little. Against my better judgment, I blurt out, “Or you could stay.”

Zeke’s eyebrows shoot up. “Really?”

I shrug, aiming for nonchalance but probably missing by a mile. “If you want. No pressure.”

A slow smile spreads across Zeke’s face. “I’d love to stay.”

Relief washes over me, followed quickly by a wave of nerves. What am I doing? This isn’t like me at all. But as we make our way to the bedroom, I can’t bring myself to regret the invitation.

We settle into bed, and I turn to face Zeke. “Tell me something about yourself,” I say, stifling a yawn. “Something I don’t know.”

Zeke chuckles. “Well, I once won a hot-dog-eating contest in college. Not my proudest moment, but?—”

I try to focus on his words, but my eyelids are getting heavy. The last thing I remember is the warm rumble of Zeke’s voice and thinking how nice it feels to not be alone.

I jolt awake. The room is pitch black, and for a moment, I wonder if what happened last night was a product of my imagination. The result of being on my own for too long. But the soreness in my ass and muscles is sufficient proof that Zeke is very real.

My hand reaches out, patting the empty space beside me.

“Zeke?” I whisper, my voice rough with sleep.

Silence.

A familiar ache settles in my chest. Of course he’s gone. What was I expecting? I sit up, running a hand through my hair.

I fumble for my phone, squinting at the harsh light of the screen. Two-seventeen a.m. Great. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, searching for my discarded underwear. Might as well get some water since sleep seems like a lost cause now.

A flicker of movement catches my eye as I shuffle toward the kitchen. I freeze, my heart leaping into my throat. Then I see him—Zeke, standing by the kitchen table, a glass of water in his hand.

“Oh,” I breathe, relief flooding through me. “You’re still here.”

Zeke turns, his smile visible even in the dim light. “Where else would I be?”

I shrug, trying to play it cool. “I don’t know. I woke up, and you were gone, so I thought…”

“That I’d done a midnight runner?” Zeke sets down his glass, moving closer. “Not a chance. I just got thirsty.”

“Right.” I nod. “Of course. That makes sense.”

Zeke’s eyes twinkle with amusement. “Were you worried?”

“Worried? Me? Nah,” I scoff, but even I can hear the lack of conviction in my voice. “Okay, maybe a little. It’s just… This isn’t really my usual thing, you know?”

“What, having incredibly hot sex with a devastatingly handsome man?” Zeke grins, closing the distance between us.

I roll my eyes, but a smile tugs at my lips. “The staying over part, smartass.”

“Ah.” Zeke nods sagely. “Well, if it helps, it’s not my usual thing either. But I’m glad I stayed.”

His hand finds mine in the darkness. “Yeah,” I whisper. “Me too.”

Zeke’s gaze drifts back to the table, curiosity sparking in his eyes. “What’s all this?” he asks, gesturing to the scattered papers. “Looks important.”

My heart skips a beat. I’d forgotten about those. “Oh, that?” I try to keep my voice casual, but there’s a slight tremor I can’t quite hide. “Just a project I’m working on. Nothing too exciting.”

Zeke raises an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a playful smirk. “Now, Benjamin, if there’s one thing I’ve learned about you tonight, it’s that you’re far from boring. I bet it’s plenty exciting.”

I laugh nervously, running a hand through my hair. “Trust me, it’s not. Just some…personal stuff.” I move toward the table, fighting the urge to gather up the papers and hide them away.

“Personal, huh?” Zeke’s voice is gentle, but I can hear the curiosity lingering beneath the surface. “Like a secret diary or something?”

“Not exactly,” I hedge, my mind racing. How do I explain this without revealing too much? “It’s more like…a work in progress. Something I’m not ready to share yet.”

Zeke nods slowly, his eyes searching my face. “I get it. We all need our secrets, right?”

I feel a rush of gratitude for his understanding, mixed with a twinge of guilt for being so evasive. “Right. Thanks for…you know, not pushing.”

“Hey, I’m just here for the incredibly hot sex, remember?” Zeke winks, breaking the tension. “Although I gotta say, the air of mystery is pretty intriguing.”

I laugh, the knot in my chest loosening slightly. “Oh yeah? Well, maybe someday I’ll let you in on the big secret. If you’re lucky.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” Zeke grins, pulling me close. As his lips meet mine, I push thoughts of the papers and all they represent to the back of my mind. For now, at least, I can just be here, in this moment, with him.