“Go,” he said, urging me on. I listened, flipping over and getting on all fours.
“Mhmmm, fuck. Benji, you’re beautiful. Every single part of you.” One hand slowly rubbed over a cheek before another joined, massaging and squeezing. He spread me open, and I felt the cool touch of air against me, making me lean forward at the new sensation.
Rex pulled me back, hands on my hips before returning to my ass. He gave one of my cheeks a slap, short and sweet, the sting of it immediately transforming into a dose of pure pleasure. My moan seemed to urge him on. He opened me again, and then I heard him spit, before the wet glob fell onto me and dripped down.
Again, I wanted to lean forward, not used to this at all, but I resisted that urge and instead did the opposite. I relaxed and leaned backward, feeling myself opening even more.
Rex rubbed his spit in, circling my hole. “Ready?” he asked, his fingers pressing down harder. The only answer I could give was a half-muffled groan as I dropped my head on the bed and braced myself.
Rex pushed in, his finger sliding past the tight ring of muscle. This moan was much louder since I had lifted my head. The discomfort I had been bracing myself for never came. Only pleasure, growing with every inch that Rex pressed into me.
“Damn your ass is needy,” he said. “Still a top?”
“Maybe not after tonight,” I said, gasping as Rex started to rub at my inner walls. He pressed down as he slid in and out, making my balls tighten with every move. I wasn’t even touching myself and already a string of precome dripped from me.
And then Rex picked up the tempo. The wet sounds of him fingering me filled the room. I could hear him jerking himself off behind me.
“That’s it, Rex, oh fuck. Fuck.” He slipped in a second finger, stretching me in a way that brought another hit of pure pleasure.
He pushed in deep, curled his fingers, rubbed. Stars exploded in my vision. My cock jerked in the air, my hole tightening around him, pulling him in deeper. He grunted from behind me, the sound of him sending me right over the edge.
Without any warning, I blew, my body racked with an orgasm that threatened to split me in half.
I shouted some words, not sure what, as my balls emptied and my body jerked. Behind me, somewhere that sounded like an ocean’s length away, Rex said he was coming, his statement immediately followed by the warm splash of come hitting my back, all the way up to my shoulders and neck.
I collapsed, not even caring that my chest and stomach were not soaked in my come. Literally glazed from front to back, I felt like a Krispy Kreme donut.
And I fucking loved it.
At some point, a breathless Rex returned from the bathroom with a towel for me. We cleaned up a bit, the two of us chuckling, acting as if laughing gas had been coming in through the vents. I couldn’t help slapping Rex’s ass a couple of times as we changed the bedsheets. And once in bed, he returned the favor by pulling me close to him and squeezing my ass, kissing me again, blissed-out smiles on both our faces.
“Well, I don’t think I can move from this bed for at least a week or two.”
“Same,” I said, laughing as I snuggled in closer to him.
My body felt like Jell-O, from head to toes. Every move I made was slow and heavy. I threw an arm around Rex’s chest. We lay there in a relaxed silence, bathing in the afterglow of our passion. I kissed his shoulder, feeling the urge to show him how fucking happy I was, lying here naked with him, body to body, warmth covering me like a blanket.
“What a perfect way to end a perfect day, huh?” Rex said, his hands behind his head, a drunken smile on that handsome face. His beard framed those sexy lips of his, making my still-swollen dick twitch between us.
I agreed with him, kissing him again. A brief thought crossed my mind: Was I being too clingy right now? I flashed back to asking Rex to be my boyfriend, and his reaction to it, and it didn’t exactly make me feel great. But being here, with Rex, our sweaty bodies fitting together so perfectly, it overrode whatever anxious thoughts were threatening to take hold. There was too much joy in this moment for even my depression or anxiety to take over. Especially not after I decided to confront it head-on. Deciding that gave me power, I wielded it.
I kissed him again, and again. He flipped over, his ocean-blue eyes like portals into another world, a perfect one.
Then he kissed me, his hand on my hand, thumb tracing over the lines of my ear.
“God, Benji, I’ve been wanting this for so fucking long. Just lying with you, feeling you breathe against me. I missed this so fucking much. Since that one night, I was addicted, and it took me six entire years to get another hit.”
“It’s a good thing it didn’t take a second longer. I missed it, too. A lot.”
“It feels like we turned back time without turning back the clock.”
He said it perfectly. I answered with another kiss, my heart filling to the brim.
I went to sleep wrapped around him that night, and for the night after, and the one after that, too.
And every single night, so long as Rex was there, every single dream was a great one.
18
Rex Madison
Today was a big day. I had dropped a nervous Benji off at the doctor’s office, promising to pick him up in an hour. That didn’t give me much time to get my plan together, so the second Benji stepped into the building, I sped off, tires screeching with how hard I stepped on the gas pedal.
I’d been thinking about this surprise for a bit, so I already had everything I needed back at the guesthouse, hidden away in a storage shed. I just had to get back in time to set it all up before Benji was done.
I pulled into my parking spot in front of the main house. Ashley and Mia were sitting on the porch with Aunt Gabbie, who was playing fetch with her floppy-eared beagle, Muttons. They waved at me and asked if I wanted to sit with some fresh coffee.
“That sounds incredible, Mia, but I’m surprising Benji and have to run right now!”
“Ohhh, can’t wait to hear all about it,” she said.
It didn’t occur to me that this could definitely have pushed Benji and me out in the open, and it gave me a second of pause. Had I made a mistake? Up until now, the connection between Benji and me was private. Mia and Ashley just saw me as their son’s best friend who needed a helping hand, but would they be angry if that changed into their son’s partner?
Not that we’re even anything official.
I sighed. We weren’t official because of me, and I was reminded of that every day, especially more so in recent days, when I’d wake up to a snuggled-in Benji, his naked body like a missing puzzle piece against mine. He’d been spending every night since last week in my bed, and I didn’t want that to change, not for the foreseeable future.
Hell, not even for the unforseeable future for that matter.
The storage shed smelled like wet wood and mulch. I grabbed the heavy box, as tall as I was, and brought it inside first, leaving it in the living room. Then, I went for the other boxes I had ordered online, stacking three of them and carrying them inside.
With that done, I started clearing a space in the living room. I pushed the couch closer toward the TV, moved the large bird of paradise plant to the opposite end of the room, and cleared off the mantle above the fireplace. Then I got to work opening the boxes, starting on the smaller one first.