[Siren Publishing ManLove Collection: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Contemporary, BDSM, Bondage, Caning, Spanking, MM, HEA]
In Vulnerable, Leo didn’t want a divorce, yet he can no longer ignore the fact that he’s gay—and kinky. He knows it’s going to break Eva’s heart, but he cannot be the husband she needs. He doesn’t want their daughter raised by two miserable parents.
Jesse is gun-shy after his former Master abused him and his trust. He admires Leo’s dedication to Eva and his patience despite her repeated attempts to delay and derail the divorce. And he absolutely adores Laurel, Leo’s young daughter.
But when tragedy strikes, Jesse is forced to forge an uncomfortable alliance with Eva for Laurel’s sake…and her safety. That’s when Jesse learns the dark secrets Leo has kept on Eva’s behalf for so long, and why. With the strong welder now clinging to life, Jesse must step up and man up to protect the cherished family of the Master he loves before their vulnerability rips everything they’ve struggled to build apart at the seams.
In Home at Last, Ben didn’t know his Master and boyfriend would leave him homeless and in the lurch. Throw in identity theft just to add insult to injury, too. When his best friend and co-worker, Jake, invites him to move into his spare bedroom, it’s the answer to a prayer. Ben knows Jake’s straight, but it doesn’t stop him from fantasizing about the handsome Dom.
The last thing Jake wants is to take advantage of Ben and come off looking like a douche. That’s why, for now, he keeps his carefully guarded secret—that he’s bi, not straight. Toss in a pair of homophobic parents and keeping that fact quiet has made his life easier.
But as he realizes Ben is perfect for him, Jake’s forced to confront the realities of life. The choice to be with Ben means facing down his parents and confronting darker, more dangerous realities that he never encountered before as a “straight” man.
But can he admit his feelings before someone else steals Ben’s heart?
Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.
They saw each other every night that week. On Friday, the plan was for Leo to let Jesse know where to meet them as soon as he knew. Jesse nervously waited with his cell in hand until Leo’s call came in.
As Leo had predicted, it was sushi.
With a grin, Jesse bounded down his stairs and hopped in the car, determined to beat them there. In fact, he was waiting outside when he spotted Leo’s car pull into the parking lot.
Leo walked a gorgeous little girl with long, curly brown hair and blue eyes the same color as Leo’s across the parking lot. He held her hand and she wore a Hello Kitty backpack.
Leo looked as nervous as Jesse felt. Jesse desperately didn’t want to fuck this up. He knew how important Laurel was to Leo, and he wanted the little girl to like him. Behind his back, he held a small present he’d picked up in preparation for this moment.
“Laurel, this is my friend, Jesse Morrow. Jesse, this is my daughter, Laurel.”
She stared up at him, wrinkling her brow before extending her free hand to him. “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Jesse.”
He shook with her, giving her a little bow. “Pleased to meet you, too, Miss Laurel.”
She laughed. “I like you.”
“I like you, too. Your dad told me you like Hello Kitty.” He handed her the small shopping bag.
She let go of her dad’s hand and gasped. “Daddy! It’s a Hello Kitty coloring book and crayons!” She flung herself around Jesse’s legs, nearly taking his knees out and almost knocking him off balance. “Thank you!”
“You’re very welcome. I’m glad you like it.”
“Are you my daddy’s boyfriend?”
Jesse froze and stared at Leo.
He was a little relieved to see Leo looked as stunned as he felt.
“Um,” Leo said.
“If you are, it’s okay. But maybe I shouldn’t call you Mr. Jesse then, because that’s too formal.”
“Uh…” Jesse said.
“How about Uncle Jesse?” Leo suggested, diverting the topic slightly. “Is that okay?”
Laurel seemed to puzzle it over. “I think so. Is that okay with you, Uncle Jesse?”
“It’s perfectly fine with me.”
“Good.” She headed for the door. “Let’s eat. I’m starving, and there’s a California roll with my name on it.”
Leo didn’t even respond. He held his hand up for a silent high-five, which Jesse returned, before the men followed her into the restaurant.
* * * *
Later that night, once Laurel was safely asleep in bed, Leo called Jesse for a debriefing.
“Holy fucking crapballs,” Leo said. “She was in fine form tonight.”
“She was adorable, but is she always like that?”
“No, that was out there, even for her.”
He loved the sound of Jesse’s laugh. “Did you tell her to call me Mr. Jesse?”
“No. See, that’s what you missed,” Leo said. “The conversation all the way from Eva’s to the restaurant, once I told her you were joining us and she started her version of the Spanish Inquisition, only without the fun and games for all ages. You’d have thought I was under cross-examination.”
“I’m glad she liked the coloring book.”
“You totally rocked that selection, dude.” They fell into a comfortable silence. “You have no idea how glad I am she liked you,” Leo said. “She can be very fickle. She’s at this weird stage where she either immediately loves or immediately dislikes people when she meets them, no in between, get-to-know-you stage. It’s one or the other.”
“I’m glad I fell into the loves category.”
“Me, too,” Leo said. “Because I love you.”
He heard Jesse sigh. “Love you, too.”
Another moment of easy silence. “Look,” Leo said, “you’re going to be starting your classes in a few weeks and working less hours, right?”
“I stopped by the apartment manager’s office today. I’d put in for a larger unit if one became available. This was all they’d had when I moved in that was two-bedroom. It’s only two hundred more a month, and it’ll be available in two months. Now, I can swing that much by myself. But I’d like to put it out there that if we’re still feeling this good about each other when I move, if you’d like to move in with me then, we could talk about it. No pressure, though. We could share expenses. Two hundred a month, and help with groceries and utilities. That would help you out, right?”
“Okay,” Jesse said. “Yeah. Let’s keep that option on the table. What about Laurel? Would she be okay with that?”
“The question is, will you survive weekends clothed?”
Jesse let out a playful, melodramatic sigh. “If it’s for the greater good, I suppose I could endure wearing the bonds of my servitude to make my Sir and his adorable little kidlet happy.”
“The bonds of your servitude?”
“Hey, I’m brain fried. That wasn’t bad for me tonight.”
“I’m not going to lie. I’m scared.”
“I’m scared, too,” Jesse said. “But I have a safety net. I know if we do this and it doesn’t work, I can move back into Kel’s for now. What’s your safety net?”
“I can afford the apartment.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
Leo knew what he meant. “I don’t know how Eva’s going to react or if the divorce will even be final by then.”
“I don’t want to cost you your child.”
Leo knew he was in love with the guy, especially after that comment. “You won’t. This will work out.”
“Even if we need to put Laurel first and not live together until after the divorce is final, I’m okay with that. We have weeks together when she’s not with you.”
Holy crap, if Jesse had tried he couldn’t have said anything more perfect. “I want us to have the goal of living together.” Leo dropped his voice lower. “When she’s at her mom’s, Sir will enjoy his naked boy’s ass all I want.”
“Holy fuck,” Jesse hoarsely said. “Now you made me horny, Sir.”
“You have my permission to rub one out without me tonight. But I should get off here.” He hesitated. “Love you, boy.”
“Love you, too, Sir.”
Leo hung up and stared at his phone.
He really hoped Eva didn’t drag this out any longer than necessary, but he’d find out next week.
Probably Monday night.
Because if Eva was going to go off the deep end again, that would be when it happened, when she’d had a chance to grill Laurel about the weekend.
How much more slack am I supposed to give her?
So far, he’d kept it away from Laurel as much as he could. But there would eventually hit a point where Eva would totally burn him out emotionally and he would have to slap her down legally the way Ed Payne had been begging to for months and bring it to a final, harsh close.
And Leo was afraid if it came to that what would happen. He wasn’t even afraid for Laurel.
He was afraid for Eva.
Once Jesse had comfortably worked three fingers into Leo—and with Leo asking him to wait a couple of times so he could breathe his way through not exploding—Jesse grabbed the butt plug and started working it into him.
“If you have to use more than two gentle fingers of pressure to get it in, don’t force it,” Jesse said. “It shouldn’t take more than that.” He slowly fucked the toy into Leo’s ass, this time not using a hand on his cock, knowing Leo was too close to the edge for that.
It felt…amazing. Leo gasped a little as it slid all the way in past its widest point and then settled home. He remained on his hands and knees for a moment, head down, trying to get used to it. It was pressing against his prostate and he wasn’t sure he could move without coming.
“You okay?” Jesse asked.
“Yeah…just give me a minute.”
He heard Jesse strip off the glove. Then the man’s hands stroked his back, his ass, his legs. He knelt between Leo’s legs and folded himself over the man, much as he’d done to Jesse after their scene. Jesse’s hard cock pressed against Leo’s ass and he couldn’t wait to feel the man’s cock inside him.
“Just because you’re my Sir,” Jesse said, “doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good, too.” He nibbled and kissed his way down Leo’s spine. “Serving my Sir means taking care of all of my Sir’s needs.”
He raked his nails down Leo’s arms, up again, down his back, his thighs, up to his ass, where he grabbed Leo’s hips and ground himself against him. “It also means if my Sir needs a good fucking, I give it to him. Because I’m a good boy.”
Leo lifted his head and looked over his shoulder. It felt like he’d been dropped right into his best sexual fantasies. “Where’s your cuffs and collar?”
“In my bag.”
“Go get them. Do you have snap clips?”
“Bring them. Do not put them on yourself.”
Like a shot, Jesse was out of bed and bolting from the room. He returned less than a minute with the items in his hands.
Leo carefully got out of bed, mindful of the butt plug in his ass. Dammit, it felt fucking good.
He snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor in front of him. Jesse’s knees folded and he dropped like a rock.
Leo took the cuffs, collar, leash, and snap clips from him. He put everything except the collar on the bed. The collar he fastened around Jesse’s neck, remembering which hole to use.
I’ll need to get him a collar of my own.
That thought also made his cock throb.
He snapped the leash to Jesse’s collar and dropped it, putting his foot on one end. “Hands,” he said.
Jesse held up his hands and Leo got the cuffs fastened around him. “Behind your back.
He did, and Leo used a snap clip to connect them. Sure, if he had to, Jesse could likely undo the clip himself.
It was the symbolism more than anything.
Leo grabbed the leash and gently tugged. “Up.”
Jesse rose, the glaze in his eyes back with a passion. Using the leash, Leo took several turns of it around his hand and pulled Jesse in to him. He kissed him, sucking on Jesse’s lower lip, fucking him with his tongue. Between them, both their cocks were hard and rubbing against each other.
“I mean it,” Leo said. “I don’t screw around. No lying, no cheating. If this isn’t working out for you, just tell me, and I’ll do the same.”
He bent Jesse facedown over the bed and fastened the ankle cuffs around him. Nudging Jesse’s feet wide apart, Leo held onto his wrist cuffs and ground himself against Jesse’s ass, using the cuffs to hold him in place, the leash taut in his other hand.
“You want me to fuck you like this, boy?” Leo asked as deep, pent-up emotions welled from within him.
“Yes, Sir!” Jesse gasped.
He knew Jesse’s cock was trapped against the bed and the friction had to be getting him close to coming.
Leo stepped to the side and transferred the leash into the same hand holding Jesse’s wrist cuffs. Then he started barehanded spanking Jesse, from side to side, hard, now that he knew what Jesse could take and what he wanted.
Jesse moaned, flexing his hips, arching his back to meet each swat of his hand.
He reached between Jesse’s legs and gently fondled his sac. “Who owns this?” Leo asked.
“You do, Sir!”
He stroked Jesse’s cock. “And who owns this cock?”
“You do, Sir!”
Leo smacked Jesse’s ass. “Who owns this?”
He let go of the leash and Jesse’s wrists and dropped to his knees between Jesse’s legs. Shoving them even farther apart and keeping his hands wrapped around Jesse’s calves, Leo tongued Jesse’s balls, his cock, teasing him and making him moan into the mattress.
“New rule. You don’t come alone without permission. You want to masturbate and we aren’t together, you have to wait until you can get me on the phone and I’ll give you permission to do it while I’m listening to you. Understand?”
Power surged through Leo. This…this was the kind of thing he’d longed for, the kind of control, the willingly given authority he’d always yearned for with his partner.
The kind of power he knew he couldn’t take from Eva. Yes, she was sexually submissive in bed, but it was…different. He couldn’t have shown her the raw, hungry edge like he could now with Jesse. It would have overwhelmed and destroyed her.
“Up on the bed.”
Jesse managed to scramble up onto it, on his knees, shoulders against the mattress. Yes, some day—soon—Leo wanted to fuck him just like that.
Tonight, however, he wanted to be face-to-face with the man when he fucked him.
He unclipped Jesse’s wrist cuffs. “Take your butt plug out and put a condom on me. And lube us both.”
Jesse did, while Leo knelt on the end of the bed, waiting.
He felt Jesse’s hands trembling as he rolled the condom onto Leo’s shaft, all the way down. Then he lubed his ass, and slathered lube all over Leo’s sheathed cock.
Jesse wiped his hands off and looked to him.
Leo grabbed the leash again, pulling him in, kissing him hard as he pushed him back and onto the bed. He kept a firm grip on the leash as he sat up and shoved Jesse’s legs up and back, until his thighs touched his chest.
With his other hand, he lined up the head of his cock with Jesse’s ass. “Tell me what you want,” he hoarsely ordered.
“Please, Sir,” Jesse begged. “Please, fuck my ass.”
Leo slowly pressed forward, afraid of hurting him, constantly watching him as he eased his cock inside.
It felt…amazing. Slowly, achingly slow, especially considering the butt plug in his own ass, he worked his cock inside Jesse’s tight channel, his gaze locked on Jesse’s brown eyes. Wide, gorgeously glazed brown eyes, mocha eyes, amber flecks and greenish hues around the outer edges, eyes he wanted to live for, a look he wanted to get from the man for the rest of their lives.
Once he was all the way inside Jesse, he pulled the man’s ankles over his shoulders and leaned in close. “I might not last long, but don’t you dare come yet,” he ordered.
“Tell me how to fuck you.”
“I want it hard, Sir. You own it, so damn well fuck it like you own it. Pound your cock into me.”
“I don’t want to hurt—”
“You won’t, or I’ll stop you if you do. So do it.”
Leo braced himself against the bed, the leash still taut, and took one long, slow stroke out, until just the head of his cock remained inside Jesse.
“Please, Sir!” Jesse begged. “It’s been a damn long time.”
“Me, too.” He slammed home, carefully watching Jesse’s face but only seeing pleasure there, no pain. Thus reassured, he did start fucking him. Hard, fast, pounding, the kind of fuck he never could have given Eva for fear of hurting her.
The way he’d always wanted to fuck her.
And Jesse begged for more. “Harder!”
Home at Last
Ben made sure to be ready to go early, while at the same time not saying anything to Jake about the time. If he was going to bottom to the man—and hopefully open the door to doing more of that in the future—he needed to act the part of the good submissive. Not top from the bottom.
He trusted Jake with his ass. Hell, he trusted the man with his life.
He damn sure needed to trust him with something as basic as time management.
Unless, of course, Jake put that responsibility on him.
He’d packed a couple of towels, a leather jock, a swimsuit, spare clothes, his ball gag, and his own leather wrist and ankle cuffs in a backpack to take with them. He wasn’t sure what Jake might have planned, but he wanted to be prepared.
He’d long since thrown away the leather collar he’d had, a cheap one that Mort had given him. The wrist and ankle cuffs he’d purchased himself before Mort.
With the casserole he’d made for their contribution to the potluck wrapped up and ready to transport, Ben headed to the living room. There, he turned on the TV and aimlessly channel-surfed.
When Jake left his room, Ben heard him head straight for the spare bedroom, where Ben had left the implement bag by the door as ordered.
Jake left the door open and Ben resisted the urge to get up and go help him.
If he needs me, he’ll call for me.
When Jake emerged from the hallway a few minutes later, he carried the implement bag and left it sitting in the entryway by the front door.
That’s a good sign. Ben sat up a little straighter, watching.
He’d be a good boy, even if that wasn’t exactly the stipulated dynamic between them for tonight. He’d show Jake how good he could be for him as a submissive. That it didn’t have to be a gay or straight thing.
That it could be a full-time thing between them, even without sharing a bed.
Jake walked over and sat in the chair at the end of the coffee table. “I want to talk one more time before we leave. About tonight.”
Ben nodded and kept his mouth shut.
“Any changes to your hard limits?”
“No, Sir. We’ve covered them. No marks that’ll show at work. Nothing harmful. No blood drawn on purpose. No scat, no watersports. Don’t share me with someone without asking me first if it’s okay if they top me.”
“Red, yellow, green for safewords.”
“Yes, Sir.” Ben glanced at Jake’s brown eyes when he realized what he’d been saying. “Sorry. I know we haven’t discussed that. It just kind of came out.”
“It’s okay. I’d feel a little…weird if you called me that at work or something. In this context, I’m fine with it.” And he gave Ben that smile, the one that threatened to harden Ben’s cock every time he saw it.
Why can’t he be bi?
* * * *
Hell, Allison hadn’t called him Sir most of the time, even when playing.
When she did, it was frequently tinged with more than a little sarcasm. Usually, enough sarcasm to kill what enthusiasm he’d managed to muster to play with her.
The word seemed to fall naturally from Ben’s mouth and sounded right to Jake’s ear.
“Do you have a blindfold and ball gag, or do you want me to use mine?”
“I have those, Sir.”
“I bought a little surprise for you that I’ll show you when we get there.”
He couldn’t hold back his smile. “Yep. You’ll find out when we get there. So here are our protocols for tonight. I really like you calling me Sir, so keep doing that. I’m going to refer to you as my boy. Okay?”
Ben nodded. “Yes, Sir.” It broke Jake’s heart just how eager Ben looked.
I need to tell him.
“I’ll decide when we play, but if you feel you can’t, you call red. Understand?”
“So do not pester me to play. I’ll decide the how and where and when, as long as you haven’t safeworded. When we finish, we’ll find a spot for your aftercare.”
More eager nodding.
“When I ask you for a color, regardless of when or what we’re doing, I expect a green, yellow, or red from you immediately, even if we aren’t playing. If you don’t respond, everything stops as if you safeworded.”
“Our protocols for tonight will be you ask for permission to leave my side or to go get something to eat or drink. You’ll serve me first, when I request it. You may speak to others without permission, and you may hug friends or shake hands, unless it’s someone you don’t know or don’t want to. If it’s someone you don’t want to, you look at me and give me a quick shake of your head, and I’ll tell them no for you. Got it?”
Ben’s whole body seemed to relax. “Yes, Sir.”
Jake’s cock ached, throbbing, and he needed a moment to breathe through it. Hell, by now, Allison would have been protesting the rules.
Ben thrived on them.
“From the moment we’re done with this talk, even before we leave, I expect you to be in protocols unless you safeword. And let me repeat—you can always safeword, at any time, for anything. Understood?”
“Any time I snap my fingers and point at the floor, I expect you to kneel in front of me immediately.”
“Any questions, comments, concerns, or adjustments you wish to make?”
“What’s in the backpack?”
Ben told him, and Jake had to hold back his grin. He wanted the cuffs and collar to be a surprise for him. Jake stared into Ben’s eyes for a moment and then softly snapped his fingers before pointing at the floor in front of the chair he occupied.
Without hesitation, Ben rose from the couch and practically levitated into position in front of him, waiting.
Jake smiled down at him and stroked his head. “Such a good boy,” he softly said. “That’s exactly what I wanted to see.”
He thought a soft moan escaped Ben.
* * * *
Ben struggled not to sink deep into subspace. This was so unlike anything he’d experienced before. Mort always had trouble dropping him into subspace, and that was usually only after he’d started scening with Ben.
And it never felt like this.
That Jake could already have him spinning down that rabbit hole just from talking?
Jake crooked his finger at Ben, indicating for him to rest his head against Jake’s leg. He did, his eyes falling closed at the feel of Jake’s fingers tenderly stroking his hair. “Who’s going to be my good boy tonight?”
“Who’s going to do everything I tell him to?”
Ben gasped when Jake’s voice whispered in his ear, his cock throbbing, aching. “Whose ass is going to bear my marks by the time we’re back home tonight?”
“Your boy’s ass, Sir.”
Jake chuckled, his hand pausing on Ben’s head. “That’s right. I’m going to take my time and warm you up nice and slow so you can take the hard strokes I know you need.” Another stroke of Jake’s hand in his hair.
It was all Ben could do not to wrap his arms around Jake’s legs and nuzzle his face against his jeans. “Thank you, Sir.” He couldn’t believe how perfect this felt, and hell, Jake wasn’t even gay!
I couldn’t ask for a better friend than him.
“Tomorrow, we’re going to have a long talk about what happens tonight. That’s when we can get into the other discussions we’ve talked about. I want you to have a taste of what I’m like in full-on Dom mode before going there, though. All right?”
“Good boy.” He patted Ben on the head. “Let’s get going. I don’t want to waste a moment of tonight.”
After wiping down the bench, Jake snapped the leash to Ben’s collar, grabbed his bag and Ben’s backpack, and led him away from the bench. The couches were full, but there was a quiet corner along one of the walls where they could sit on the floor and chill out for Ben’s aftercare.
He led Ben there. Setting their bags down, he unzipped his toybag and grabbed the fleece throw from it. After settling in the corner, able to lean against the wall, he spread his legs and patted the floor in front of him for Ben to crouch before Jake draped the throw over Ben’s back, completely covering him.
Ben settled between Jake’s legs, his head resting against Jake’s left thigh.
Jake reached under the throw and stroked Ben’s hair. “Good boy,” he softly said, glancing around and realizing no one was paying the slightest bit of attention to them. “Such a good boy.”
Jake’s cock ached, and he realized he’d conditioned himself over the years. Whenever he’d scene with Allison in private, it nearly always finished at some point with him making her come before busting his own nut.
Even before Allison, when he was in a relationship with someone, that’s what he did. Or he’d go home and rub one out after he played.
However, tonight he’d be going home with Ben, although they didn’t share a bed.
Ben wasn’t just sitting there with his face touching Jake’s thigh, he was nuzzling him. So Jake reached under the throw with his other hand and stroked Ben’s cheek.
Jake’s cock painfully hardened like steel when Ben’s warm mouth closed around his fingers and started sucking.
No, they hadn’t talked about this. Not at all. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to pull his fingers from Ben’s mouth. It wasn’t like he’d made him suck his fingers, right?
And they were only fingers.
Except right now, Jake’s fingers felt like they were connected directly to his cock, and every sweep of Ben’s tongue up and down them might as well be along his shaft and not his hand.
Jake leaned his head back against the wall, the hand on Ben’s head stroking, slowing, fisting a handful of hair and holding on. Ben’s responding moan vibrated not just through Jake’s fingers in the man’s mouth, but through Jake’s thigh, too, where Ben’s cheek was still pressed.
Ben inched farther up between Jake’s thighs without Jake even tugging to urge him in that direction. Closer, closer still, until his nose brushed against the front of Jake’s jeans, along the zipper where his cock painfully pressed against it through his briefs.
This was getting…
Jake wasn’t sure what it was getting. Getting him harder than he ever remembered being in his life, for sure.
Especially once Ben’s nose brushed along the length of Jake’s cock through his jeans. Nuzzling, sucking Jake’s fingers harder as Ben gained confidence when he realized Jake wasn’t stopping him.
Wait, why am I not stopping him?
Because in all honesty, Jake didn’t want to stop him.
It felt like the rest of the party disappeared around them, the world shrinking, drawing in, until it was just the two of them in their private-ish corner, and all Jake felt was Ben there with him.
Ben grew bolder, nuzzling harder, making it obvious what he wanted to do, rubbing his nose up and down Jake’s bulge, zeroing in on the head before traveling down his shaft again.
Jake wasn’t inclined to interrupt.
Ben’s fingers had curled around Jake’s hand, the one he was currently sucking. When Jake slipped his fingers out of Ben’s mouth and reached for his zipper, at first Ben resisted a little, trying to keep Jake’s fingers in his mouth, until he sussed what was going on.
Then, Ben released Jake’s hand and took over, pushing Jake’s fingers out of the way and sliding his fingers along Jake’s zipper, finding the tab, slowly easing it down, even as his mouth sought and recaptured Jake’s fingers.
All this taking place under the throw, out of view. Not that anyone would honestly care with, among other sexy activities currently going on, Scrye fucking June’s brains out on the lanai, where he had her strung up on a portable suspension frame. Or with Sean and Cali tag-teaming Max in the family room, said man securely fastened to one of their new prototype bondage frames and spread wide open while being speared at one end by Sean’s cock, and at the other by Cali and her strap-on.
Ben’s fingers walked up the outline of Jake’s cock and located his belt, working the buckle loose and free, opening it, then the button on his fly.
The fingers Jake had buried in Ben’s hair tightened as Ben slowly brushed his fingers over the outline of Jake’s cock through his briefs. Meeting no resistance, Ben started nuzzling Jake’s cock through his briefs with his nose, even as he still sucked Jake’s fingers.
It was all Jake could do not to start humping the other man’s face. Ben’s slow explorations were no longer tentative. They were sure, sadistically so, as if the other man savored this moment.
Hell, Allison hated going down on him and only did it if he worked her up first. Here was Ben, eager to oblige.
No, they hadn’t specifically talked about this, or negotiated it. Jake was beyond caring, though. He slowly pulled his fingers from Ben’s mouth and they joined his other hand on Ben’s head. Careful not to pull, not to force, he just rested them there.
“That’s my good boy,” Jake softly said, letting Ben make the next move. “If you want to, go for it. It’s up to you. Your decision.”
Jake knew this was taking things farther than they ever had before. If they did this, it meant he needed to admit to Ben he was bi, that this wasn’t just a random fluke, and that he was attracted to Ben as way more than just a friend.
Jake wasn’t prepared for how fast the other man could move. Still hidden by the blanket, Ben worked Jake’s briefs down and exposed his cock, burying it in his mouth before Jake could even blink. Jake glanced down but all he could see was the outline of the other man under the blanket, his head now slowly bobbing up and down as he proceeded to give Jake the best blow job he’d ever had.
Closing his eyes again, he rested his head against the wall and stroked Ben’s hair. Hot, wet heat engulfed his cock as Ben’s tongue slipped around his head and flicked along the slit before going deep again.
At this rate, he’d be blowing quickly. Ben must have sensed it, because he circled his fingers around the base of Jake’s cock, pressing against the underside and helping Jake hold back his climax as Ben slowed his strokes.
Of course he hadn’t considered this as a likely possibility for tonight when he’d suggested topping Ben. They were friends and roomies, and Ben hadn’t expressed an interest in him before. Jake had hoped tonight would open the doors to them talking about exploring options at some future point.
But there was no denying the man was good at giving a blow job.
Even with Ben slowing down and trying to prolong it, Jake felt his impending release draw close. “I’m gonna blow,” he hoarsely said.