Foster Siblings 3: Brokedown Hearts (19 page)

“I’m real.” With a half smile, Ben rubbed his hand down the ridge taking over the front of his jeans, and his jaw clenched. “I wouldn’t be so goddamned hard it hurts if I weren’t.”

Responding viscerally to Ben’s arousal, David folded to his knees and murmured, “Then let me prove to myself how real you are and take care of you.” With an economy of movement, David pushed Ben’s hand aside, licked a line up his length through his jeans, and breathed in Ben’s clean yet musky scent once again.

Shouting something deep and gruff, Ben planted his hand on top of David’s head and ground his crotch against David’s face. With any other man, David might have felt degraded by such a rough move, but with Ben, David relished the guy’s response to a gesture that clearly pleased him.

Emboldened, David licked Ben again and then pulled the button on Ben’s jeans open with his teeth.

Fingers closing into a fist in David’s hair, Ben exhaled, and his frame went tight. “Shit, honey.” He reached down and eased his zipper open for David. “You don’t even know how enticing a picture you are right now.”

David smiled against the smooth layer of skin above the waistband of Ben’s underwear. “I want to be.” His face burned with the admission, and he couldn’t make eye contact as he further exposed his need for this man. “For you.” Then, before he spilled even more of his soul, David dragged Ben’s jeans and underwear down to his thighs, eased the hood of Ben’s dick back the rest of the way, and pulled the thick head of Ben’s cock into his mouth for a hard suck.

Ben released another strangled noise and, with one punch of his hips, shoved his cock all the way to David’s throat. Just as fast as he did, he jerked back, separating them, and fell onto the bed. Breathing heavily, Ben put his arm across his face. “I’m sorry.” His jaw tensed visibly. “I don’t want your mouth on me right now.”

Kneeling on the dingy carpet, David winced as a knifing pain sliced through his middle. “It’s okay.” He wiped spittle from his chin and turned his attention to the floor. “I’ll go.”

Before David could push himself to stand fully upright, Ben shot up and grabbed his hand. “I didn’t say we had to stop.” He tugged David between his spread thighs and, from his seat at the foot of the bed, looked up with a soft smile. “I didn’t speak clearly. I don’t mean I don’t want your mouth on me. What I’m saying is that I can’t handle your mouth on me right now. I’m too hard, and it pushes me to the edge way too fast.” With one more tug, Ben pulled David onto the bed, on top of him, and they fell backward in a tangle. “But we’re just getting started with everything else. You’re getting your sweet ass fucked tonight; count on it. From the second we first kissed”—gently, Ben drew David down to him and pressed a kiss to his forehead—“I haven’t been able to think about much else.”

David beamed, warmed to his core once more. “Oh.” Settling into the space between Ben’s thighs, David rested his elbows on the man’s shoulders. “That’s nice to hear.”

After kissing his way down the center of David’s face, Ben finally landed on his lips and murmured, “Maybe for you.” With a grimace, Ben stopped David from wiggling on top of him. “It’s been a form of torture for me.”

Brave again, David wrapped his arms around Ben’s head. Looking into the clear depths of this man’s lovely eyes, David said back, “Then let’s end that torture right now,” and sank into a shiverworthy kiss.

Immediately Ben parted his lips and joined in the kiss. He slid his tongue deliciously against David’s, not so much sparring but more like playing and learning, and ran his hands down David’s back to the hem of his T-shirt. Seducing David into a languid state with easy kisses filled with soft licks and flicks, Ben slowly drew David’s shirt up, caressing his back along the way. David rubbed himself against the long, hard line of Ben’s body, reveled in the inferno of heat the man radiated, and grumbled a protest when the removal of his T-shirt broke their kiss.

Ben groaned and bit off another quick kiss. “Fucking shit. Your honest responses excite me.” In a fast move, Ben rolled David under him and ground his cock up into David’s parted thighs. They moaned together, and Ben cursed as he yanked off his shirt. “This should be cake for me, but you throw me way off my stride.”

Getting lost in the glitter brightening Ben’s eyes, David brushed his fingers through the man’s inky-black hair, and his heart skipped a beat. “I don’t have a stride, but I’m always tripping over myself because I want you to think well of me. Especially tonight.” David’s throat thickened, and he confessed, “I want to be good at this for you.”

Every harsh line mapping Ben’s face softened into something unbearably beautiful. “Oh, honey. It’s gonna be great, for both of us.” Then Ben dipped down and captured David’s mouth with his once more.

David instantly went up in flames. Without shame, he threw his arms around Ben’s wide shoulders, clutched him tight, and licked deep into his mouth without any style or finesse. Not nearly enough to satisfy the gaping hole of need inside him, David spread his thighs and drew up his knees, eager to feel Ben against his pucker again. He thrust his tail end up into the thick line of Ben’s fully erect cock and rubbed himself over the spike-stiff length.

Sucking in air, Ben uttered, “Fuck yes,” and shoved back into David’s grinding, mashing his bare cock so hard against David’s buttocks the force jammed David’s sweatpants into his crease. Biting off another curse, Ben rose to his knees, a perfect picture of masculinity, almost naked. “Clothes aren’t going to work for this.” Lifting one knee at a time, double fast, Ben pushed everything to his ankles and ordered, “Get those sweats off,” as he continued undressing himself.

David’s feet were already bare. When he’d seen Ben’s car careening toward the pool, he’d run outside without shoes or socks, frightened that something had happened to Ben. Right now, David shimmied out of his sweats and underwear, his focus locked on Ben as the man dragged off his boots and socks in rapid order, followed just as quickly by his jeans and underwear.

Intellectually David understood he’d seen Ben naked a short while ago, but that did not seem to register in his mind. He could not stop feasting on the long lines of corded muscles roping Ben’s tall frame, unforgiving in their honed state, or tear himself away from memorizing each small imperfection, which included a few more faded scars similar to the one under his cheek. Baby-fine raven hairs dusted his arms and legs, and shiny black curls surrounded his swollen shaft, his bronze-colored flesh smooth everywhere else. Every part of Ben merged beautifully and stole David’s breath away.

Looking openly, for he could not help himself, David said, “May God strike me dead if I’m lying”—he raised his hand toward heaven—“but I swear to everything holy you are the most stunningly handsome man I’ve ever seen.”

“And you’re the biggest boost my ego has ever known.” His grin lopsided, Ben crawled back onto the bed like a stalking wolf, David under him, and stung David’s lips with a nipping kiss. “Now get into my shaving kit next to your hand and get a condom and packet of lube for me.” He threaded his fingers into David’s hair, tugged his head up, and said, “I can’t wait any longer for you.”

Without another word, Ben fused his mouth to David’s and brutalized him with a nearly violent kiss. He forced his way into David’s mouth, tasted him deep and hard, the way David remembered from their first kiss, and then bit his already sensitized lips. David couldn’t find a way to return Ben’s kiss, so he writhed under the man and tore at his back with chewed-down nails, hungry to get at every inch of Ben too.

Releasing a rough noise, Ben scraped his teeth across David’s cheek. He pushed David’s head to the side, licked down his neck and across his shoulder, and then lifted his arm and buried his face in David’s pit. He inhaled like a starved man getting his first sniff of food. “Fuck.” He nosed in for another breath and dug his cock into the crease of David’s thigh. “You smell like a man should.”

A whole new level of humming vibrations awakened in David’s belly. “I thought I was going to bed after I showered.” He heard the stupidity coming out of his mouth, and heat suffused his face, but he couldn’t stop. “I didn’t put on any deodorant.”

“Christ.” Ben hid his face against David’s chest. “Your honesty is going to kill me.”

David went still. “I’m sorry.” He turned his head away.

“No.” With a hand under David’s chin, Ben guided them back to eye contact. “It’s good, baby. It’s better than good.” Visible strain pulled at Ben’s features, and with a sharp shake of his head, he reached down and put a lock hold on his balls. “I just need to get myself back in control.”

David’s channel flared, as if grasping for Ben’s cock. “I don’t care if you lose control.” Recognizing his own hunger now, David rocked up against Ben, luxuriated in the feel of their bare flesh sliding together, and dragged him back down until their mouths touched. “I want you to feel like you can with me.”

Ben jerked in response. “Not for your first time, honey. You don’t want that. You don’t really ever want that.” Then, before David could ask about the darkness that had washed over Ben’s features, Ben tucked his face against David’s chest, licked a line from one nipple to the other, biting each beaded peak, and ordered, “Give me the lube.”

Reemerging fear at what he was about to do pushed ice through David’s blood. David started to shake, but then Ben rubbed his cheeks and jaw against David’s skin with voracious speed and intent. In between, he sucked on David’s nipples, moaning his pleasure. He stabbed his prick against David’s leg and easily dragged David back into the fire with him. Ben trailed a line of kisses down David’s stomach, pausing to suck on his belly button, and the gentle pull on David’s flesh sank straight through his body and ignited an answering tug in his ass.

David shouted hoarsely and thrust his cock up against Ben’s body, desperate to achieve as much contact as possible between them. His movements spastic, he fumbled with the shaving kit and cursed when the zipper jammed.

Ben growled and nipped the thin layer of skin coating David’s hip bone. “Dump everything out.” He changed direction and made a beeline for David’s cock. “Fucking find what we need fast.”

Just as David upended the leather bag, Ben swallowed David’s length, taking him all the way to his throat. Pure joy exploded through every nerve ending in David’s dick; his arm swung wildly, and he flung half the contents in the bag to the floor. Disposable razors, toothpaste and brush, and a half dozen packets of lube scattered in an arc across the faded pattern carpet, but David didn’t care. He had a strong, decent man sucking on his erection with incredible focus, alternating between employing insane suction on the shaft and teasing around the extrasensitive head, almost as if he believed judges were watching and he’d be graded afterward on his technique and enthusiasm. And nearly as good, still on the bed, next to a tube of moisturizer, condoms had flared onto the check-pattern comforter, and one of the lube packages hung halfway over the edge of the bed.

David grabbed the teetering packet before it could plunge off the bed out of his reach. “Here. Here.” He thrust the lube at Ben just as Ben licked down into his crease, right to his hole. Ben flicked his tongue against the striated entrance, and the muscle pulsed hard. On the inside, David’s passage squeezed acutely in kind, and he moaned, “Good God, Ben.” He clawed at the man’s sculpted shoulders, his desires exposed for the world to see. “I need you inside me. Please.”

Ben pressed the sweetest kiss to David’s taint, sucked briefly on his sac, and then moved the rest of the way up to lie on top of him. His gaze as clear as water, he promised in a husky tone, “I want to be there more than anything.” Without breaking eye contact, Ben tore the lube packet open with his teeth. He squirted some onto two fingers, pushed his hand between their bodies, and rubbed David’s hole.

David gasped, and his entrance contracted tightly.

Ben came to a fast halt. “Are you all right?”

Holding on to Ben’s arms, David nodded but admitted, “It’s sensitive. But I’m okay.” He clutched Ben’s biceps and nodded again. “Don’t stop.”

With his elbow braced in the bedding, Ben dipped down and gave David a soft kiss. Holding their mouths connected, Ben breached David’s entrance and pushed one finger into his ass.

His channel contracting around Ben’s invading digit, David moaned and crushed his fingers into Ben’s arms. The strange fullness confused the centers of pleasure and pain in David’s rear passage, but the rest of David’s body remained warm and secure, and so he shifted to butterfly his thighs wider and welcomed more of Ben’s digit inside.

Groaning from a place that vibrated low in his gut, Ben slashed his mouth across David’s and sank into a deeper kiss. At the same time, he stretched David open with a second finger. Slowly then, Ben began to thrust. David whimpered and bucked, but Ben stole the hint of pain into himself with the force of his kiss and continued to ply his fingers within David’s throbbing passage. In between kisses, Ben nibbled on David’s lips, making them more sensitive. Down below, he made sure to hit David’s sweet spot again and again, and soon budding blooms of pleasure in David’s rectum spiraled into pulsing explosions full of joy.

His cry muffled against Ben’s mouth, David kissed Ben clumsily but with the enthusiasm of ten sexually starved men. David clung to Ben with every ounce of need pouring through his fingers. With his channel throbbing out of control, he pumped his backside up erratically against Ben’s digits, desperate for any connection he could get with this man.

“Damn it.” Ben muttered something throaty and sexy, and he sawed his rigid length against David’s inner thigh. “That’s incredible to feel.” With one last pump of his digits, Ben withdrew them, massaged David’s stretched entrance, and then lifted to his knees. “I can’t wait to get inside you.” His chest moving in big waves, Ben looked down between David’s wide-open thighs and reached for one of the condoms.

Ben tore open the condom packet and tossed the empty wrapper onto the floor. As he began to roll the prophylactic onto his engorged length, frissons of panic started blooming in David, and he blurted, “Wait. Wait.”