Foster Siblings 3: Brokedown Hearts (33 page)

Oh, honey
. His own fears temporarily forgotten, Ben ached to erase the insecurities in David, and he began sifting through the paperwork on the table again. “It doesn’t look like you’re failing here.” As Ben scanned David’s scribbled comments on various pages once more, his earlier pride kicked in even more solidly than before. “I like your notes. I think they’re on point and insightful.” Straightening the mess he’d made, he glanced over at David and wondered, “Do you have anything to show as far as website construction yet?”

Pressed up against the headboard, sheets clutched around his bent legs, David nodded. “Turn on my laptop.” Finally, he bounced up a little bit, and the move filled Ben with warmth. “It’s in sleep mode right now, so you just have to click the power. A lot of it will be right there when you do.”

With one push of a button on the side of the machine, Ben powered up the laptop. As soon as the screen lit, pages and pages of windows popped up, each showcasing an element of the shelter website—a very detailed but clean website. “David…” The links hadn’t been created yet, so Ben couldn’t click on them, but each window showed a different page, and the greens and blues and yellows—along with the photos of the animals, with stat cards that listed personality traits as well as basic information, and tastefully placed Donate buttons—were as professional as anything Ben had ever seen.

Floored, Ben whistled and shook his head, his mind blown. “Honey, this is amazing.” Lit up inside, Ben grinned at David and hoped the thousand watts burning inside him glowed through for this man to see. “It’s warm and inviting, but extremely functional and professional. Congratulations. I’m not an expert in the area or anything, but if I were searching for a pet, I would think this site was great, and it would make me want to go to Erin’s to find an animal.”

“Thank you.” David beamed, and the happiness rocketed straight into Ben’s soul. “This is important to me. It means I can give Erin something back for taking a chance on me.” Kissable tinges of pink darkened David’s cheeks, and he suddenly just as easily could have been fourteen years old as his true thirty-four. “It means a lot that you like it and approve.”

“I really do.” Unable to help himself, Ben kept glancing back and forth between the computer screen and David, and dozens more questions filled his head. “Have you shown this to your boss yet?”

“Not yet. It’s not up and running or anything; it’s still in the building stage. I still have some kinks to work out”—deeper red quickly flooded David’s cheeks, replacing the pink—“but I think I’m going to let Erin take a look at it tomorrow. I’m nervous, but I have to let her see it, in case she doesn’t like it or wants some changes. It’s her sanctuary, after all. The final version of everything has to make her happy.”

“It’s good, David,” Ben promised without hesitation. “It’s so good I think you’re gonna put her right on the floor when she sees it.” Every time David trusted Ben enough to show another layer of himself, Ben felt like a king and, at the same time, humbled to his core.

Without thought Ben got up and pressed a soft kiss to David’s cheek. “This was a very thoughtful thing for you to do.” Thickness tightened Ben’s throat. He took a step back to privately blink away a burn of tears but, afterward, turned back to David and said gruffly, “I’m so honored to have this front-row seat to you rebuilding your life. It’s a pretty incredible thing to witness.”

“Thank you,” David replied, his tone just as rusty. “I’m pretty darn honored and excited to know you too.” Another of those shy smiles pulled his lips up at the edges. “Knowing you’re in my corner helps build my confidence every day. As mad as I was the other day, I want to thank Jonah now for putting you in my world. I don’t know that I’d feel half as good about where I’m at and the directions I’m choosing to go if I didn’t have you.”

The bottomless sincerity in David’s true-blue stare punched Ben in the gut and shot his cock back to full staff. “Jesus, baby.” With one step back to the bed, Ben grabbed a fistful of David’s hair, pinned him to the headboard, and pummeled his lips with a voracious kiss.

No finesse, no style points this round, Ben fucked David’s mouth with the same messy speed and force he intended to take his ass, as fast as he could possibly get the man on all fours. Ben could already envision David holding on to the headboard for all he was worth as Ben plowed his ass from above, riding him high, knifing his cock straight down into David’s open, welcoming hole.

Fumbling, Ben reached for the nightstand drawer, praying that was where he’d left the condoms and lube. He sure as hell didn’t want to step away from David for anything. Instead of condoms and lubricant, Ben ran his fingers over a line of neatly laid-out items, soldiered in a perfect row. Who Ben was with slammed through him again. Why he’d been pacing around in the darkness in the first place hit him, and he scrambled off David and the bed.

Still, Ben’s cock had fused itself to his stomach, and his balls ached with the need to spill his seed inside David’s ass. And Jesus, David sat on the bed in front of him, flushed and so willing Ben took a step toward him again. “Goddamn it. No.” He spun away and started stalking the room once more.

From the bed David said, “What? What’s the matter?”

His breathing heavy, Ben shook his head and looked toward the ceiling for answers from above. Instead David’s long, lean shadow loomed across the smoke-tinged plaster, and Ben moaned as precum leaked down his shaft like a broken faucet. The urge to dive onto that bed with David stabbed through his middle.

On Ben’s third trek around the bed, David said, “Hey,” and grabbed his wrist.

Pent up with his need, Ben glared and tried to pull away, but with surprising strength, David kept hold of Ben’s wrist and captured his gaze.

David squeezed Ben’s arm. “You’re obviously not okay. I want to help you.” The steady clarity in his gaze snaked into Ben’s heart. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”

Drowning in the welcome Ben found in David’s stare, he uttered raggedly, “Good Christ, David, I want you. I want you all the time. I want you so much right now I hurt with it.” Ben pulled on his rock-hard cock, still full of the need to fuck even as his most awful secrets spilled out of him unchecked. “Jesus, look at me. I’m like a bottomless pit of sexual need that can’t be filled. I can usually contain it or redirect it or stuff it down, but when it comes to you, I can’t seem to suppress it. I’m as hard as I’ve ever been in my life, and I want to take you like I’ve never wanted any man before, but whether you say it or not, I know you have to be tender or maybe even hurting, and I am not going to fuck you right now.” Ben took one glance at the all-American beauty sitting naked under one thin sheet, inches from him, and the pull to spread David’s thighs and sink into his tight channel filled Ben’s slit with more early seed.

Ben took a step away from the bed, snarled at himself, and tugged harder on his dick. “Fucking shit, this need is clawing at me inside, demanding that I mate with you, and I don’t think ten cold showers will snuff out this erection.” As the veins in Ben’s shaft thickened with more blood, he swore, “Damn it, this need never seems to quiet or go away when I’m with you, but I would rather cut off my dick than hurt you—”

“Ben,” David cut in. When Ben didn’t respond instantly, when he kept prowling the room, David clapped his hands, and the sound thundered through the air. “Ben!” He clapped loudly again.

“What?” Irritated, focused on his own needs, Ben glared.

Still on the bed, David raised his voice, cutting through the drama inside Ben. “Does the release you need have to come through fucking me, or can it be the other way around?”

A sliver of chill penetrated the heat storming through Ben’s body. Looking to David, he stuttered to a stop. “What?”

His stare pinpointed on Ben, David peeled back the sheets and revealed his stiff, glorious cock. “Ride me, Ben.” David’s voice hitched, and his hand trembled on his prick, but he didn’t blink or look away. “Fuck my cock for as long and hard and fast as you need to, until you come. If you are willing to accept me inside you, rather than the other way around, and it will help you, I want it too.”

Ben stumbled to the foot of the bed.

Chapter Fourteen

Like a beacon shining on the darkest night, David’s offer of “Ride me” penetrated Ben with pure light and showed him the way to salvation. Responding to the hunger inside him, Ben yanked David flat onto his back with one tug of his ankle, crawled up between his spread legs, straight to his long, stunning cock, and ordered, “Get the condoms and lube.”

Without waiting to see if David moved, Ben dipped down and wrapped his mouth around the crimson tip of David’s prick. David shouted and tunneled his fingers in Ben’s hair. He rolled under Ben in the goddamned sexiest wave, and like a starved man offered a buffet, Ben licked a line from the base of David’s cock to his belly button, loving the soft hairs and sweat popping another layer of flavors on his tongue.

Growling, Ben ran the flat of his tongue back and forth across David’s abdomen, all the way up to the man’s nipples and then back down to lick into his belly button, creating an abstract painting with saliva all over David’s warm flesh. Moaning low, David closed his hands into fists in Ben’s hair and pulled, stinging the hell out of Ben’s scalp, but the pain only fueled Ben’s desires rather than diminishing them even a hint.

So damned good, but not nearly enough to satiate the gaping hole of need inside him, Ben returned to David’s shaft and went deeper down on the length, craving more of David’s hard cock and male taste. Salt and honeyed musk coated Ben’s tongue, a flavor uniquely David’s, and Ben redoubled his efforts by moving up and down the top half of David’s length with focused speed. Ben wanted to brand David’s shape into his cheeks, tongue, and the roof of his mouth, anything that would tie them together even when they were apart.

Not yet satisfied, Ben licked in a swirl around David’s prick to the root, and then went back up and swallowed more of the man’s burning cock. As he did, he thought about all that hot length and how it would soon fill his ass. His rear passage throbbed with long-dormant needs, and he moaned and sucked on David’s cock harder. David bucked under Ben’s ministrations; his prick swelled in Ben’s mouth, and he spilled more early seed down Ben’s throat, to Ben’s moan of delight.
Jesus
—Ben lapped all around the rim—
he tastes so good.

Ben parted his lips wider, eager to try and get David’s cock all the way down his throat. Before he could, David swung his arm out, knocked a bunch of his things off the nightstand, and came back with lube and two condoms.

“Here. Here.” His moves shaky, David tore apart the two condom packets and tossed one aside, where it bounced off the lamp and fell onto the floor. “Whenever you want me”—the blue in David’s eyes blazed with dark shades of turquoise, and open desire pulled his features taut—“I’m so ready for you.”

With an avalanche of cataclysmic yet sweet and pure emotions slamming through him, Ben surged up and slashed his mouth across David’s, desperate to show this man the complex feelings raging inside him, feelings he didn’t know how to speak. Still not even a little bit sated, Ben crushed his lips against David’s harder, using so much force he cut his lip on David’s tooth. Ben didn’t care. He licked his blood off David’s upper lip, smashed another rough kiss on him, and then grabbed the lube and reared to his knees.

Straddling David, Ben couldn’t break from the brightness in David’s eyes and didn’t look away as he opened the lubricant and squeezed some onto his hand. David breathed heavily in return, his chest and belly rising and falling in big waves, and his hands shook as he put the condom packet to his lips and tore it open with his teeth.

Mesmerized by David’s blush as he fumbled to roll the condom onto his long cock, Ben reached back and fingered his own asshole. Clenching his teeth through the shock of initial penetration—he hadn’t used a plug or a probe on himself in years—Ben forced his middle finger into his passage just enough to push the lube into his channel. He didn’t want too much prep work; he wanted to feel taken only by David’s incredible cock.

The thought of David’s long shaft filling him sent Ben’s passage into flutters around his embedded digit, and his cockhead pearled with more beads of liquid excitement.

With one more quick coating of lube on his bud, Ben scrambled into position on his knees, in front of David’s rigid shaft. “Please.” He reached back and rubbed the leftover slick stuff onto David’s sheathed cock. Endless twisting vines of need and love and loneliness and old rejections swirled and knotted on each other inside Ben, tightening his voice as he beheld David’s stunning beauty. “I can’t wait any longer.”

Locked on Ben, David wrapped one hand around his shaft, fitted it to Ben’s pucker, and put the other on Ben’s chest, over the awful pounding in his heart. “Take what you need, Ben.” Giving Ben a nod, David lifted his hips and applied the slightest pressure to Ben’s back door with the tip of his dick. “Ride me however soft or hard you need in order to come.”

Nodding back, his heart suddenly skittering for all new reasons, Ben dropped his weight and pressed down, down, down against David’s erection, loving the swirl of new nerves playing in his stomach. David countered Ben’s push, lifting against Ben’s hole, and just then—
oh fucking Christ, yes
; Ben sucked in a choking gasp of air—David broke through and lodged the head of his cock in Ben’s ass.

With hardly more than an inch of David’s prick tucked inside Ben, Ben gritted his teeth through the first discomfort. He determinedly pushed down, taking more of David, and his channel erupted in spasms around David’s cock.

In immediate response, David shouted an apology and slammed his hips off the bed, jamming the rest of his cock deep into Ben’s ass. He bored his fingers into Ben’s hips, held him in place, and thrust his length up into Ben’s body again and again and again without relenting, fucking Ben hard and fast.

Responding as much to the rawness of David’s passion as the burgeoning, joyous sensations coming alive in his rear channel, Ben braced himself on David’s chest and drove his backside down to meet the repeated knifing from David’s cock, loving the merging of their bodies this way as much as the reverse. Each time they came together, Ben grunted as David tore into his ass all the way to the root, taking Ben so goddamned deep Ben swore the tip of David’s cock reached all the way up into his guts. And good Christ—Ben groaned and clenched his channel around David’s shaft—he craved every inch of the invasion.