And maybe it’s all these thoughts that inspire my next words. “Elijah, your friendship means so much to me. I’m so happy you found the one. And in all sincerity, congratulations to you both.”
“Aw, shucks, dude. You’re gonna make me cry.”
“If you keep me away from Ben any longer, you’re gonna make him cry. I’ll call you tomorrow and tell you his answer.”
“His answer to what?” asks Elijah, but I’ve hung up already.
Not wanting to interrupt Lance’s dinner, I get him ready, then rub behind his ears encouragingly. I level my eyes with his. “You wait for the cue,” I murmur to him. He answers by licking my cheek, which I take for him understanding me. “Good boy.”
I’m up the stairs in seconds. I take off all my clothes outside the bathroom door, then push my way in.
The steam swirls around my naked body. Peering through the fog, I spot Ben’s sexy wide shoulders in the enormous renovated shower—which was my idea to renovate, inspired by the giant one we enjoy every time we visit Cancún. He pretends not to see me, lifting his arm as he demonstratively scrubs his pit with a bar of soap. I saunter up behind him, closing the distance between us. The steam had already cloaked my body in a sheen of warm moisture, but now the hot water falls over my skin as our bodies unite. My cock presses up against his pert butt cheeks. I slide my hands around his torso, cupping his pecs from behind.
He continues to play coy, washing himself slowly, sensuously, his arms in the air as he focuses on his pits. I continue to scrub something of my own: my cock between his cheeks … until it slips right between them and teases at the hole.
Ben’s head turns slightly, half-looking at me over his muscled, tatted shoulder. “You playing ‘knock, knock’ back there?”
“I’m playing ‘breaking and entering’, actually.” I have sorely underestimated how good his cheeks would feel engulfing my cock when it’s this hard. “And I’m gonna get in.”
The slickness is driving me crazy. If his soapy dick sticking straight up is any indication, he’s turned on just as much as I am.
“You asked what I wanted for our anniversary,” I tease him. “I think you know damned well what I want.”
“My big, beautiful pair of beef bubbles wasn’t on the menu,” he teases right back, a crooked grin on his face.
“Beef bubbles.” I snort against his back, shaking my head in shame. “Really, you outdo yourself.”
His chuckles echo all around us. I cling tighter to his body, my arms embracing his torso as my cock continues to grind and hump his—big, muscular hump.
My cock keeps poking at his hole, then slipping past it, over and over. The sensation of his hole as it slides over my sensitive cockhead makes my breath jagged with anticipation.
“Please,” I beg him, pressing myself against him so tightly.
The soap slips from his fist and plops onto the ground.
He glances down at it, then sheepishly looks back at me over his big shoulder. “I, uh … seriously didn’t intend to do that.”
Never mind him bending over anyway; I push my man against the shower wall and grind my slippery cock between his butt cheeks. Each time my cockhead grazes his hole, it gets that much more difficult to not shove the whole length of it inside.
“You’ve gotten really bossy,” Benjamin notes.
“I learned from the best,” I moan back, one of my soapy hands sliding down his form and slipping its way between his cheeks. I tease his hole with a finger, daring to see if it’ll slip inside.
Then, with surprising ease, it does—right to the first knuckle. Ben moans the second my finger enters him. All his back muscles flex, gleaming beautifully under the running water.
“I’m collecting my anniversary gift early,” I whisper to him, the shower taking away half my words and scattering them across the walls along with the water droplets.
“Prince Trevor is a greedy prince …”
My finger continues to stretch him, working its way in and out of his tight, slippery, smooth hole. My cock is pulsing with so much anticipation, desperate to get inside, that I feel myself leaking all over his ass as I continue to grind against him.
I kiss his backside and up his neck, relaxing him, soothing him just as he soothed me the first night he took my virginity. “You’re beautiful, Benjamin Gage.”
“I’d say the same of you,” he moans, his chest pressed against the shower wall, “if I could see you.”
“Never mind seeing me. You’re about to feel me. Every inch.”
I add another finger to the first. He’s officially humping the shower wall, his eyes rocking back and his lips parting.
“Trevor … fuck. I didn’t expect this to feel so damned good.”
“Just wait ‘til I’m inside you.”