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“Turn over,” I command, pulling out. I want a better angle to nail his prostate and have him seeing stars.
Ben instantly obeys my order, and the second he’s in position, I push his knees up and slide back in.
“Yes!” he cries out, his chin tipping up and his back arching when I find his pleasure spot.
“You’re such a loud boy, aren’t you?” I ask, fucking him with all I have. “Let me hear how loud you can be. Show Daddy how much you love it when he fucks you.”
Sweat is dripping down my back while I try to keep up the punishing pace I’ve set, and with how Ben gets louder and louder, it’s obvious he’s enjoying every minute of it.
Ben’s cock bobs against his stomach, leaving a trail of precum as I hit his prostate over and over again. My thoughts travel back to the fourth time we had sex at the resort, and he came hands-free. I’m tempted to try to make that happen again, but my spine is tingling, which is a telltale sign I won’t last much longer. So I grip his dripping cock, running the palm of my hand over the head to collect his precum and start to jack him off.
“Shit. Fuck. Oh my God. I’m going to come,” he yells, and I click my tongue at him.
“Did you ask?” I check with him.
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” he sputters. “Can… can I please come, Daddy,” he begs, squeezing his eyes shut, most likely trying to hold off on shooting his load.
“Yes, sweet boy. Come for Daddy. Cover those perfect abs with your cum,” I command, and he instantly lets go.
He shoots his load like a geyser, a decent amount landing on his face, which is impressive. The rest covers his abs and chest in a sweet, sticky layer. As he comes, his channel clamps down around me, pulling me into the euphoric abyss along with him.
I grunt and fill the condom, my head spinning a little from the intense orgasm. Considering I’ve been jerking off every night to memories of Ben, I shouldn’t be coming this hard, but I am. Maybe that’s why I’m unable to push the sexy boy out of my head. Sex with him is different than anyone I’ve ever been with, and now that I’ve been with him again, I’m going to have a hard time letting him go.
That’s not something I’m going to worry about right now. Instead, I’m going to clean up the sexy boy in my bed, let him rest, refuel him, then fuck him until the sun comes up.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
BEN
There is an extra pep in my step as I head to the gym, desperately needing to work off the calories I consumed over the weekend. If the team’s dietitian got a whiff of how shitty I ate, she’d be reaming me out. I mean, I did, however, partake in a shit ton of cardio, with the way Ian fucked me silly, but that doesn’t replace the need to lift weights.
I wiggle my ass a little at the memory of the best weekend I’ve had in a long fucking time. I’m still a little sore from how well Ian used my body, but I’m not complaining. It’s the best kind of sore there is.
Since my brain is now focused on Ian, I text him to let him know I’m thinking about him.
Me: Every time I move, my ass tingles a little. You know how to fuck a boy so good he doesn’t forget about you.
I’m totally going to be reprimanded for being a little bratty, but I don’t mind. Maybe next time we get together, he’ll spank me. A shiver of lust shoots up my spine from the thought, causing me to squirm a little.
Professor Daddy: I’m in class. You shouldn’t be texting me things like that.
Me: You shouldn’t be texting in class period. Bad Daddy. You should have your phone locked away.
Professor Daddy: Sounds like someone is searching for a punishment.
Me: Personally, I prefer funishments. What do you have in mind?
Professor Daddy: Come over at eight tonight, and I’ll show you.
Me: Sounds perfect! Now stop being bad and get back to work.
I chuckle, shoving my phone back into my pocket. I bet he’s flustered right now. Is he flushed from dirty thoughts like I am? Obviously, I’m aware I shouldn’t be bothering him when he’s at work. He was already reluctant to pursue anything with me, and this has the potential to make him reconsider our relationship, but it’s too much fun pushing his buttons to stop myself. I’ll have to make sure I keep the teasing to a minimum.
Earlier this morning, Ian and I stopped at the administrative office to drop off our paperwork. The receptionist assured us she would forward it to the proper parties who handle such issues. In the meantime, Ian and I need to keep things quiet, which is fine by us. It’s not like we are planning on going on dates or anything.
This is a purely physical relationship with the hint of a friendship, nothing more.
“Hey, Coop,” Monster says when I enter the locker room to change into my workout gear.
