Dana Bell - Finding Forgiveness

Shit. He had to get Ben naked now . Anything less was unacceptable. He cupped the back of Ben’s head. “Let go, Ben.”

Ben growled and stroked Dave’s cock through his boxers.

“Shit, Ben. You want me to come in your hand?”

He felt more than saw Ben’s nod.

“Hell, no.” He tapped Ben’s ass. “This baby is all mine.” Dave pulled Ben’s head away from his chest by the hair. That beautiful, dark silky hair he now had every right to touch. “You’re mine, Benjamin Malone.” It took all his strength to keep the sudden tears from his eyes. You’re finally mine.

Some of the feral need leached away from Ben’s face to be replaced by a tenderness so sweet Dave almost lost his battle with his tears. “Yours, baby. Forever.”

Without further prompting Ben stripped, and Dave got to look his fill without fear he’d see contempt or loathing in his mate’s eyes. Ben was seriously ripped, with six-pack abs and a chest that begged for Dave’s hands. Faint scars marred his skin here and there, scars he’d noticed but never thought twice about. Now that he knew where they’d come from he had the urge to kiss each and every one of them. He couldn’t make what had happened to Ben better, but he could show his mate that none of it mattered anymore. Dave’s eyes travelled farther south, and Ben’s cock twitched. His lips curled in a hungry grin at the sight of his mate’s desire.

“Now you.”

Dave’s brows rose at the command in Ben’s voice. He had the feeling that, no matter what he might think, they’d both wind up “catching” at some point. Ben was too dominant to be a permanent bottom, and Dave would do anything to make his mate happy.

But first things first. He was the Beta, after all, and he’d won the right to take his mate first. Dave was going to make Ben beg for him.

Dave slid his boxers down and kicked them aside. His erection bobbed as he walked backward toward the bedroom. “Tell me you packed lube.”

Ben’s brows rose. “Of course. I was coming to claim your ass. I may not have been a Boy Scout but I understand ‘Be prepared’.”

Dave grinned. “And maybe someday you will get a shot at my ass.” He almost laughed as Ben stumbled. “But today, to the victor goes the spoils.” He pointed to the bed. “Lay down and spread ’em.” He eyed the bed and sighed. “Just like a virgin sacrifice.”

Ben growled as he stomped past Dave. “Asshole.”

“Not yet. I have to prep you first, remember?” Dave batted his lashes at Ben, laughing at the man’s grumbles.

Ben climbed onto the bed and positioned himself on his back. “Let’s get it over with.” The state of Ben’s cock belied the grumpy tone of voice. It was rock-hard, standing up from the dark curls of Ben’s crotch.

“Impatient, are we?” Dave crawled up the bed until his face was level with Ben’s cock. “Where’s the lube, Ben?”

Ben reached into the side table drawer and pulled out a bottle, placing it next to him on the pillow. His breathing was quick and shallow, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

This wouldn’t do. Ben was so tense that no matter what Dave did he knew it would hurt. He had to get Ben to relax, and he had just the way to do it. He needed to make his mate come in the worst way, and if getting Ben off once before he took him relaxed the man, then that’s what Dave would do.

Dave leaned down and licked a long, slow line up his mate’s cock. Ben’s indrawn hiss was the only indication Dave had that he was doing something Ben liked. If anything, the man’s thighs tensed up even more.

Dave lapped at his man’s cock like his life depended on his performance. He treasured it, loved on it until his mate was writhing beneath the gentle movements of his tongue, and he still hadn’t taken Ben in his mouth yet.

He reached for the bottle of lube and slicked his fingers up, careful to keep his tongue in constant contact with Ben’s cock. He teased his mate’s hole with gentle strokes, hoping to get him used to the feel of Dave’s touch. He leaned up and over Ben’s cock and, with one last flick of his tongue, took his mate into his mouth. At the same time, he carefully pushed his finger inside Ben.

“Oh shit.” Ben was groaning. “Ow. Shit. So good.”

Dave tried not to smile as his mouth moved up and down his mate’s cock, his finger sliding in and out of Ben’s hole. He searched for and found the rough spot inside his mate that had the man practically levitating off the bed.

“Oh God, Dave. Suck me, baby, please.” Ben’s hands finally let go of the sheets to bury themselves in Dave’s hair, holding on as Dave sucked on him. His knees drew up, then straightened, his hips twisting either to get away from or get more of Dave’s mouth and finger. Dave couldn’t tell which, but from the way Ben was digging his fingers into Dave’s hair he’d bet it was the latter.

Dave pulled his finger from Ben’s ass and slicked up some more. He was going to add two fingers, stretch his mate out a little more. This first time he took Ben with his cock it would be uncomfortable, he knew that, but he’d do everything in his power to make Ben crave this. And this was the first step in making it merely uncomfortable rather than painful.

He concentrated his efforts on the head of Ben’s cock as he inserted both fingers into Ben. The hitch in Ben’s breathing and the tensing of his thighs let him know it burned, but Ben didn’t say a word. He just thrust his cock into Dave’s mouth. “Suck it. Make me come, Dave.”

Dave was happy to oblige. He stroked Ben’s prostate and sucked his mate’s cock, willing the man to come.

“Close. Please.”

Dave doubled his efforts, determined that Ben would get pleasure, even if taking him caused him some pain. Ben groaned, his hands tightened, and he was coming in Dave’s mouth in wave after wave of salty, bitter goodness.

By the time he was done Dave had slicked up a third finger and was carefully working it into his relaxed mate. “That sounded good.”

Ben’s grin was goofy. His eyes were closed, his expression one of relaxed bliss. “Oooh, yeeah.”

Dave laughed. “I’ll have to see if I can do that again.” It didn’t matter that Dave’s cock was so hard it hurt; watching his mate melt for him was worth the pain. It eased the raging need inside him to see his mate come, pleasured into a stupor.

Ben nodded so hard Dave thought his head might fall off his shoulders. “Yes, please, thank you.”

Dave laughed again and twisted his fingers. “I’m going to fuck you soon.”

One of Ben’s eyes opened. He swiped feebly at Dave. “You can try.”

He sounded way too relaxed to stop Dave. Dave stuck his tongue out and tickled the head of his mate’s now flaccid cock. “There is no try. Only do.”

Ben snorted. “Thank you, Yoda, for that insight.”

“I try.” Dave bent his fingers until they gently rasped over Ben’s prostate again.

Ben twitched. He drew in a deep breath. “Do that again.”

Dave knew his grin was evil, but he really didn’t give a shit. “My pleasure.”

Dave might say it was his pleasure but Ben knew the truth. Dave was holding back, doing everything he could to make sure Ben enjoyed their first time together.

He wouldn’t lie to his mate. The first finger had felt weird, almost uncomfortable. The second had stung, made him tense up until Dave took him into his mouth and began sucking his brains out through his cock. By the time the third finger had been introduced into his virgin ass he was so relaxed he barely felt the sting.

But he was feeling now. Oh boy, was he feeling now. Those wicked fingers were stroking something inside him that made his drained cock want to sit up and sing the Hallelujah Chorus again. Add in the primal urge to make his mate come, the need to see Dave’s face in ecstasy, and he was more than ready to take this to the next level.