Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
It felt like a super-cut from the creation of the galaxy zooming in on the two of us little souls locking lips, pressing our bodies against each other like we were desperate to become one. His tongue probed and licked and swirled, dancing with mine. His hands made circles around my bare chest, and our gym shorts did absolutely nothing to hide either of our excitement.
And then I remembered. We were still in his moms’ kitchen, not exactly an ideal place for this rigid reunion.
“Let’s move this to the guesthouse,” I said, growling against his lips. He smiled and kissed me, both of our cocks throbbing between us.
“Let’s.”
He turned off the light and started out the kitchen door. It was much colder outside than in, but with Benji holding my hand, I felt like I could dive into a pool of ice water and be completely fine.
We walked across the dark path that led around the pool and toward the guesthouse, where the light from the living room shone through the drawn blinds. I couldn’t get him inside fast enough, already feeling a tightening in my core.
“Whoa, hold up a sec.” Seemed like Benji had slightly different plans. He stopped us before we got into the guesthouse, only a few steps away.
“Looks like Tarrek didn’t close the volunteer gate before he left.”
Tarrek Sarnihov was one of the new volunteers Mia had brought on to the sanctuary, and I remembered him because he had a little bit of an attitude when we first got introduced. I thought he seemed an odd fit at the Gold sanctuary, with his biker gang–like demeanor and take-no-shit-from-anyone attitude, but one thing about Mia and Ashley was that they never judged any book by their cover.
If he can’t even close a gate right, maybe it’s time to shelve him.
It was a bitter thought, and only came because I was in a hurry to get Benji behind closed doors and completely butt-ass naked, and this whole “gate being open” detour was taking at least fifteen seconds away from butt-ass-naked time.
Six years is long enough.
Benji came back onto the path, grinning with a devilish look in his eyes as he looked down at my bulging shorts.
“All done,” he said.
“Great, now we can get started, then.”
I led Benji to the guesthouse, every footstep making my heart beat that much faster, my shorts feel that much tighter. There was a growing and unanchored need for him inside my gut, growing up from my groin, taking over my entire body like a wind-driven blaze.
The second we made it into the guesthouse, all bets were off. I turned to him, met with a gaze that shouted with lust. He bit his lower lip, and I didn’t even have to ask, not like all those years ago. I already knew the answer. I could feel it, the way our shorts both bulged. He was close enough for me to feel the heat, the stiffness. I could feel him throb against me, matching my own desperate pulse.
His hands landed on my chest as he looked up into my eyes, his lips turned into that smile I had so fucking missed.
I couldn’t take it. I needed his lips against mine. I leaned down, locking us together, his wet lips parting for my tongue, needy and hungry. The taste of Benji on my tongue filled me with an insatiable thirst. He was everything I’d been missing. This kiss caught us up on the six years we’d been apart and tied together all our past lives in one quick swoop of the tongue.
He moaned, a sound that made my cock throb between us. I felt the sticky warmth of my precome leak onto my thigh.
“God, I fucking missed this.”
“I can’t believe it took us six years.”
“I’m going to make up for every fucking second.”
Benji grinned at me as my hand went down to cup his bulge. “You better.”
Our lips locked again. I pushed my hips forward, pushing us toward the couch. I didn’t even bother with the lights, not wanting to pry myself off Benji for even a second. I kissed him as I cupped his head in my hands. He ground his hard length against mine, and it was my turn to moan, the delicious pressure making me see stars even through my shut eyes.
“Sit down,” I said, half command and half plea.
Benji did, his shorts tented and twitching. I licked my lips and dropped my shorts, letting the moonlight shine off the precome that leaked from my tip. Benji’s eyes opened wide, and his jaw parted.
“Damn” was all he said as he started to move forward.
“No.” I pushed him back on the couch. “Not yet.” I went down on my knees, my mouth watering for the sight in front of me.
Benji’s surprise turned into a grin as I started to pull off his shorts. He lifted off the couch, and I gave one last pull.