Page 113 of Line Change

“What?” I lick across the slit before he answers, and his fingers curl against my skin.

Ben’s hips jerk. I hold the base and run my tongue down one side, following the raised vein before bringing my mouth back to the wet head. He tastes warm and salty, with more precome gathering every time I draw back.

His head presses into the pillow, throat exposed and chest rising too fast. Ben keeps one hand on my shoulder. The other reaches for my hair when I suck the tip and twist my fist below my mouth.

“Stop fucking around,” he says.

I take him halfway. The pull of my lips meets the stroke of my hand, keeping pressure on every inch even when I lift my head. Ben’s stomach jumps beneath my forearm. His hand tightens in my hair, but he lets me decide how much he gets.

I slow at the head and hold his stare while my tongue circles beneath the rim. Ben tries to thrust. I push his hip down and keep working him with short, wet pulls until his thigh starts to shake beside me.

“Nolan.”

This time my name is a warning. His balls have pulled tight beneath my hand, and his cock pulses against my tongue.

I draw him into my mouth once more, then stop with the head resting on my tongue.

Ben makes an angry sound and tries to pull me back with the hand in my hair.

“Hold it.” I let him go before he can argue.

I crawl up his body, dragging my cock over his thigh. His hands catch my waist and pull until I’m stretched on top of him. Our mouths meet hard. Ben can taste himself when my tongue pushes into his mouth, and the groan he gives me turns my whole body hot.

Our cocks press together between us. The contact is slick but not enough. I reach toward the bedside drawer without giving up his mouth.

Ben gets there first. He finds the lube by touch and pushes it into my hand.

I pour some into my palm and slick Ben’s cock first. He thrusts through my hand while I coat him, then catches my wrist and turns it toward me. I rub what’s left over my own cock.

Ben pulls me down for another kiss. I roll onto my side and take him with me, hooking one leg over his hip until our lower bodies fit together. His cock slides hot along mine when I rock forward.

The first pass is too slick. The heads slip apart and drag over our stomachs. Ben catches the back of my thigh and pulls my leg higher, changing the angle until our shafts press together from base to tip.

“Shit,” he says into my mouth.

I roll my hips again. The ridge under his cock rubs over the head of mine, then both lengths slide past each other. Ben’s fingers bite into my thigh as he meets the next thrust. He doesn’t need my hand to show him the pace.

We stay on our sides, kissing with our legs tangled while our cocks move between us. Lube smears across both our stomachs. Every push brings his chest against mine and lets me feel his breath break over my face.

Ben’s mouth leaves mine and goes to my throat. He sucks hard over my pulse, then bites when I thrust faster.

“You going to mark me again?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

“Bobby’ll see.”

Ben pulls my hips tighter against his. “Bobby’s seen enough.”

I laugh, but the next hard slide turns it into a moan. My forehead drops to his shoulder. Ben’s cock is hot and rigid against mine, the head catching under mine before slipping free.

His hand moves from my thigh to my ass, holding me against him while the rhythm gets faster. Our cocks knock together, separate, then rub hard on the next push.

Ben hooks two fingers under my chin and lifts my head. His face is flushed, his lips swollen from my mouth. His mouth falls open when our cocks slide together, and his fingers dig into my ass to drag my hips closer.

He thrusts again. My cock slides along his, and the pleasure hits so hard my arm shakes.

“Keep doing that,” I say.