Page 32 of Benji

“You lose track of time so easily,” Benji said smoothly. Then he slid his hand along my shoulder and squeezed. “God, you’re tense.”

I was going to tell him to stop, but he dug his thumb into my shoulder and it felt so damn good. Then he went in with two hands and I could have wept. I closed my laptop and closed my eyes. “Oh god,” I breathed. “That feels so good.”

“You work too hard,” he said, still digging into the meat of my shoulders with his thumbs, then my neck. “You need to unwind more. Relax your body.”

It felt so good, so fucking good, I couldn’t have asked him to stop even if I’d wanted to.

And I didn’t want to.

He stood closer than he needed to, then his hands began to smooth over my collarbones, caresses in between massaging. His soft touch lingering before digging into me again.

“I know what else would help you relax,” he murmured, low and seductive. His hand ran down over my pec, fingers skimming over the fabric covering my nipple.

God, he was so good at this.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” I said, my voice rougher, breathier than I’d intended.

He leaned down, his nose nudging my nape, and he whispered, “I’m not playing. I told you I was a sexual person, Nolan.” His lip skimmed my ear and goose flesh rippled over my entire body. “I like sex. I want it all the time.” Then he kissed the side of my neck, that spot below my ear that drove me crazy. “I need it, Nolan.”

I stood up, the chair scraping backwards into him. I turned around but he turned my seat and pushed my shoulder. “Sit,” he ordered.

I sat, my breath leaving me in a rush, every nerve on high alert, desperate and so turned on.

He smiled as he went to his knees between my legs. “Let me take care of you,” he murmured.

Right then, I’d have let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to me.

He palmed my erection through the material,humming and licking his lips. “Oh my,” he breathed. “I need to taste you.”

My fingers found his jaw, my thumb swiping his bottom lip. “These lips...”

He smirked as he took my thumb into his mouth, closing his lips around me.

I grunted as I pulled my thumb free. “Tease.”

He grinned, licking his lips, and turned his attention to the hard-on in my pants. He pulled the elastic down and pulled my cock out, his hand around the shaft. “Oh fuck, yes,” he said with a sigh. “I knew you’d have a gorgeous cock.”

Oh fuck.

He leaned in and tongued the frenulum, then kissed the tip. Soft lips opening, his tongue swiping the slit, his big eyes looking up at me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I grit out.

He opened his lips and took me in, his eyes never leaving mine. His tongue swirled and he hummed as he sucked me down.

My arse almost left the chair, needing more of this ecstasy. I raked my hand through his hair, fisting the curls, desperate to force him down, to take all of me, but somehow finding the restraint not to.

God, how I wanted to.

He groaned when I pulled on his hair, his eyes closing slowly, his lips smiling around my cock.

I slid my other hand along his jaw, framing his face, his neck, as he slid his mouth up and down my cock, his lips wet and slick. He moaned as he took me deep,humming and sucking, hot and wet, and holy fuck, this was bliss.

I hadn’t had this kind of attention in far too long.

And he was too good.

Then he cupped my balls and fisted the base, and I was too worked up, too turned on.