Every Hidden Truth (Far From Ruined Book 2)

by Nikole Knight

  “Oh, trust me, I’m good. I’m more than good. I’m ready and raring to go.” I cringed, hiding my face in his chest. “God, I should be way smoother than this.”

  As our laughter floated through the awkward atmosphere, Ben pecked the top of my head. “You don’t have to be anything. Just be you.”

  “You say that now. Just wait till I blurt something horribly inappropriate right before you come and ruin your orgasm.”

  Hugging me tight as a vise, Ben shook with mirth as I muffled my manic laughter in his chest. “Oh my God, never change, Si.”

  Heat bubbled in my chest, boiling over until my whole body lit with love and desire. Lacking the proper words to say, I framed his face with my hands and pressed my lips to his. Our teeth clacked as the laughter faded, and the dance began. His mouth glided over mine, insistent, eager, and I kissed him back with fervor.

  He tasted like spearmint and ice cream. I moaned into his mouth when his tongue snaked between my lips to parry with mine. My T-shirt bunched in his hands at my back, and I arched into the embrace. Our groins met, and Ben gasped.

  “This is what you do to me.” I ground my aching cock against his growing erection, and he groaned. My fingers delved into his hair, the strands silky and slightly damp.

  I reinstated our connection, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. My tongue slid along his petal-soft flesh, and he released the sexiest little gasp. Gripping the hem of his shirt, I gave it a gentle tug, silently asking permission. He answered by lifting his arms. His shirt sloughed to the floor in a dull rustle of fabric, undershirt following shortly after. Then skin, warm luxurious skin.

  Working my lips down the column of his throat, I paid special attention to his pulse point. His heart beat rapidly against my mouth, and I hummed in approval as his quaking fingers finagled my shirt up my torso. It was chucked away a moment later, forgotten.

  Blindly, I fumbled with the button of Ben’s jeans as he devoured my mouth, and I tore away from the kiss with a growl of annoyance. “Seriously? Now I get butterfingers?”

  Ben’s chuckle choked off as I dropped to my knees, dragging his jeans down with me.

  “Holy shit!” His hand grasped the back of my neck as I freed his gorgeous cock from his boxers and took it in my mouth without warning. “Oh my God, Silas.”

  I hummed around him, swallowing as I took him as deep as I could without gagging. Unlike Ben, I couldn’t deepthroat worth a damn, but I made up for it with other skills.

  He tightened his grip on my hair, forcing me off him. “Keep this up, and it’s over,” he panted, his cheeks bright with arousal and embarrassment.

  I grinned. “Well, we wouldn’t want that.”

  Helping him out of his jeans, I massaged his calves as I slipped first one sock, then the other from his feet. Naked and blushing, he stepped back and offered his hand. I took it and rose, my dick pulsing inside the confines of my pants.

  “You’re way overdressed.” He advanced on me, and I backed toward the bed, halting when the back of my knees met the mattress. “Can I…?”

  As he reached for my belt, I nodded, watching him unthread the faux-leather from my belt loops. I smoothed my palms over his chest, tracing the paths of his muscles. I kissed his Adam’s apple as he tossed my belt to the side.

  “You’re so fucking hot.” I punctuate my compliment with a squeeze of his ass, and his neck and chest colored to match the red of his cheeks.

  “Are you okay if I touch you?” he whispered as his index finger traced the band of my pants.

  An echo of anxiety tickled the back of my brain, but I breathed through it as I wiggled my hips. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

  He worked my jeans open, hesitating when my fingers dug into his waist. His eyes reflected his concern, even as I shook my head.

  “No, no, don’t stop. I’m good,” I said.

  To distract me, he kissed me firmly. “Who’s touching you?”

  “You,” I moaned as he dragged my zipper down. “You are, Ben. God, don’t stop touching me.”

  With pressure on my chest, he directed me to sit, and I plopped onto the edge of the bed, my chest chugging. He knelt between my legs, taking his time to remove my socks, then my jeans. His eyes dissected every twitch of muscle as his fingers hooked in the band of my boxers.

  “Lift your hips.” He winked, and I coughed out a laugh as I obeyed. As my boxers pooled at my feet, he blazed a trail of searing kisses over my knee, up the inside of my thigh. “Do you want me, Silas?” As his breath fanned over my naked cock, I shivered, my eyes drifting shut. “Tell me you want me.”

  “Baby, I always want you.” I whimpered as he took me deep in his throat, gasping out his name as he worked me leisurely. “Fuck, just like that.”

  I could lose myself in him so easily, but I didn’t want to, not yet. I wasn’t near done with him. After a moment of guiding his mouth on my cock, I lifted his head and captured his swollen lips.

  “Come here.” My voice was rough, deeper than normal, and Ben visibly shuddered as he scrambled onto the bed after me.

  Scooting back, I nearly swallowed my own tongue when he crawled into my lap, straddling my hips. That was usually my move, but I wasn’t about to complain about having my sexy boyfriend sitting in my lap. Our lips fused, and I shoved the shock and distracting thoughts from my mind.

  We kissed for ages, relishing every light touch of fingertips against sensitive skin and connection of tender flesh. It was everything, yet it wasn’t enough for my greedy hands. Our erections rubbed together, and I could practically feel his heartbeat racing alongside mine in my chest. I wanted more; I needed more.

  With a devilish grin, I pivoted my hips, sending him tumbling onto the mattress. Landing on his back, he laughed as I wriggled into the space between his thighs. He opened for me, and my dick jerked. Fuck me, please let this mean what I thought it meant.

  I didn’t have tons of experience topping, but I had never wanted to sink inside someone the way I needed to be inside Ben. I would be the first to ever take him that way, the first to claim him. The thought alone was almost enough to make me lose my shit before we even got to the good part.

  “Silas, oh, that feels…” Ben arrested my mouth as I rolled my hips in a delicious grind. “Shit, you need to stop or else I’m… You’re gonna make me come.”

  “For real?” I lifted off him, separating our rock-hard cocks as he nodded, eyes pinched in concentration.

  A moment later, he raked a hand through his hair, avoiding my gaze. “S-Sorry.”

  “It’s okay.” I rubbed his side with one hand as my other supported my weight. “Everyone likes different things. I’m just glad to know what trips your trigger.”

  He ducked his head with a snicker. “Dry-humping, apparently.”

  I pecked his mouth then sat back on my heels, my hands resting on his knees on either side of me. “It’s good we hit pause. We gotta get the awkward logistics conversation out of the way, anyhow.”

  “Logistics?” His eyes widened as his chest darkened to maroon. “Oh, right.”

  “It’s not a big deal, but we kind of have to be on the same page, you know?” I massaged his knees, then the tops of his thighs. “You seem like you’re cool with this, but I don’t want to assume.”

  I squeezed his legs to indicate my meaning, and he blushed impossibly deeper. “Um, okay. Yeah, it’s just… Well, I didn’t know we were gonna—like, I wasn’t expecting… I’m not—”

  Flustered, he tripped over his words, his legs attempting to close automatically, and I refused to let my disappointment show. “Hey, it’s okay. I know this was kind of spontaneous, so I don’t expect… I’m versatile, Ben. I’m good either way, and you might not be but I am.” I gave him a significant look. “I took care of stuff already, so, like, we’re cool. I’ll, uh, I’ll take one for the team tonight, yeah?”

  His muscles relaxed, and I kissed his knee. “You sure?”

  “Stop worrying so much.” Wanting to break the awkward tensi
on, I flicked his nipple. “I’ll even let you call me Mackenzie.”

  As desired, he burst into laughter, and I smothered his face with kisses. “I think I’ll stick with Silas.”

  We kissed until the uncomfortable topic evaporated, leaving us panting and sweaty with desire once more. As much as Ben acted relieved at my bottoming, he sure seemed comfortable beneath me, my hips nestled between his thighs like I was born to live there. The ease at which he melted under me boded well for our future sexcapades. I really hoped he was vers.

  “Silas, I can’t—” He swallowed thickly as I nibbled on his Adam’s apple, his fingers quivering on the back of my neck. “I’m gonna embarrass myself more than I thought possible if we don’t, uh…”

  Chuckling, I withdrew. “I think it would be more hot than embarrassing.”

  “Me coming early would be hot?” Ben sat up, a rueful grin teasing his flushed lips.

  “You coming is always hot.” I pecked his chin as an exasperated breath whistled through his nose. “But it’s probably best we get ourselves situated so we can make the most of it.”

  He glanced over my bed, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. “Right. Uh, where do you want me?”

  Insecurity flared in my chest as he looked to me for direction. He was always so confident, so sure of himself, but in this moment, he trusted me to lead. I was the one with experience, yet I felt like a terrified virgin as I mentally reviewed the best way to continue.

  Letting Ben take charge from above wasn’t a bad idea, but it might be better for my ass if I stayed in control. This time, at least. I could set the pace I needed, but not here in the middle of the bed. I needed something to hold onto to keep my balance.

  “Go ahead and sit with your back to the headboard. If that’s okay,” I added so it didn’t sound like an order.

  “O-Okay.” His voice hitched, but we ignored the manifestation of nerves.

  As he scooted toward the head of my bed, I knee-walked to the edge of the mattress. I opened the second drawer of my side table and retrieved the tube of lube and a string of condoms. Tearing two from the line, I dropped the rest back in the drawer before returning to my beautiful boyfriend, brandishing the lube like it was a prize on a game show.

  The cache of supplies plopped to the mattress as I climbed onto Ben’s lap. He leaned against the headboard, his legs stretched out before him. My knees sunk into the mattress on either side of his hips as I straddled him.

  Swallowing a lump in his throat, Ben eyed the pile of goodies warily. He was nervous again, but that was okay. So was I.

  I basked in the feel of him, our bodies aligned and free of barriers. His fingertips mapped the notches in my spine, every touch reverent, and I curled into him with a tender kiss to his mouth. With a strangled sound, he crushed me against him, and I moaned as our erections brushed.

  After a moment of reveling in his body heat, I disentangled myself enough to pluck a condom from the bed. My fingers shook as I ripped the foil packet open, careful not to tear the condom. Ben’s chest heaved in a choppy rhythm as I gingerly rolled the latex onto his cock.

  “Oh my God, this is happening.” He puffed out a mix between a laugh and a snort. “I really hope I don’t suck at this.”

  Unable to stop my laughter, I chortled as I wiped my sticky fingers on the comforter. “Even if you do, I’ll still like you in the morning.”

  “Promise?” His tone was playful, but his eyes bled sincere concern.

  I nodded, lifting his hand so I could hook our pinkies together. “Promise.”

  We kissed through gentle snickers as his hands returned to my waist.

  “So, uh, I’ve never done this.” I gestured to my position in his lap. “Being on top like this, I mean. So, like, if I do something you don’t like, just say so.”

  “I don’t think there’s anything you can do that I won’t like.” His thumbs rubbed soothing circles into my skin, and his reassurance settled the nervous pitter-pattering of my heart.

  “Okay, cool.”

  Goose bumps broke out over my skin as he closed the gap between our bodies, his lips finding the hollow of my throat. I wiggled closer, unable to resist grinding my naked cock against his latex-coated one. We moaned in tandem.

  Without breaking the sensual connection, I blindly applied lube to Ben’s fingers, moving my body suggestively to communicate what I wanted. He was tentative, hesitant at first, but as I guided him, his confidence grew. He was a quick study, and soon, my soft instructions turned into incoherent whimpers as he discovered how to drive me crazy.

  I writhed in his lap, my brain chugging sluggishly as he stretched me with his fingers. First one, then two, and finally three. The burn of intrusion was more than a little uncomfortable, my body unused to his after so long. But I relaxed into his hold. A puddle of skin and nerve endings, I begged him to stop, implored him to continue.

  “Fuck, Ben. I’m ready. I’m ready now.”

  He grunted into my mouth as I stroked him, mindful not to unseat the condom. I devoured his every stilted breath, slathering his cock with lube, our lips sloppy and insistent. When I rose higher on my knees in preparation, his fingers slipped out of me too quickly, and I hissed.

  “Shit, Silas, I’m sorry.” He balked in horror at my grimace of pain.

  “I’m okay. It’s okay.” I pumped his shaft, determined to keep him in the moment as his sparkling eyes nearly blinded me. “You’re gonna want to move, but don’t until I’m ready. It’s been a while, and I’m gonna need a minute.”

  My sheepish smile was met with a sweet kiss and a nod. “Okay. Are you sure you want—”

  I cut him off with a kiss, widening my legs as I carefully guided him where I needed him most. “Yes, I want,” I breathed against his lips, and his eyes widened like saucers as the head of his cock nudged my entrance.

  It had been months, and the intrusion was uncomfortable. I forced my body to relax as I slowly—excruciatingly slowly—enveloped him. He groaned as he sank into my waiting body. Cursing lightly, he made no move to rush me, even as his face contorted in pleasure. I encouraged him to kiss me to keep me distracted from the burning stretch, the pinching pain.

  It took several minutes, a few pauses and restarts, before I finally released my breath in a relieved whoosh, taking him to the hilt. I slumped against his chest. It had been so long. I was stretched, awkwardly full, uncomfortable to the point of pain. I breathed through the ache, willing my muscles to loosen, to accommodate him.

  As my body adjusted to the invasion, I buried my face in the curve of Ben’s neck. His fingers flexed at my hips. Every muscle trembled beneath my touch. Sweat slicked our skin from my unhurried descent. I clung to his shoulders as I panted into his neck.

  “Are you okay? Baby, are you… You were in pain.”

  “I’m okay,” I croaked, lifting my head to brush our noses together. “I promise, I’m okay.”

  He cupped my cheek, his eyes manic with worry. “You’re sure?”

  I studied the ruddy blush to his cheeks, the jerky swell of his breathing, the sweat snaking down his temple. He was beautiful. Even if I wasn’t okay, it would be worth it. This was worth everything.

  “Yes. I-I…” Our foreheads met. “Everything’s perfect.”

  For one unending moment, our gazes locked and time stopped. It was just us, Ben and me, connected, and everything else faded. Haltingly, we came together in a soft kiss that shook the foundation of my very soul.

  Until now, I had never realized how I’d never been a full person. I had been half a someone, never knowing what it was like to be whole until I found the other half of me. For the first time, I felt complete. And it was terrifying.

  “Silas, I…” His grip bruised my hips, his body begging for what his mouth couldn’t request.

  “Shh, it’s okay. I got you.” I grasped the headboard with one hand as the other slipped into his hair, anchoring me. “Just let me love you.”

  I didn’t wait for a response. I gave in
to the demand of our bodies and started to move. I rocked my hips, leisurely at first, to familiarize us with the motion. He choked my name, and I sealed our lips, desperate to connect to him in every possible way as I kept my rhythm lazy.

  The need to breathe broke us apart, and I gasped for oxygen as I sped my pace. Ben trailed wet kisses along my neck as he whimpered disjointed words. I moaned as the pain ebbed and gave way to overwhelming sensation.

  Rolling my hips faster, I hummed in approval as he met my movements with his own. Our rhythms didn’t match at first. We shared intimate laughter as we struggled to find a groove. We fumbled, blushing through the awkwardness, before we finally fell in sync, sharing breath, salty sweat stinging my eyes.

  “Si, you feel… so good.” Ben shuddered, tucking his face into my neck. “I can’t… Oh, God.”

  He attempted to continue, but only broken words made it past his lips. I was right there with him. Words were beyond me as my body tightened and coiled, racing toward the edge of the cliff where everything would explode in rapture.

  I loved my name leaving his lips like this, like he couldn’t breathe without me, like he was in pain and I was his relief. Using the headboard to keep my balance, I rode his hips harder, our tempo erratic, desperate. My other hand flew over my shaft, needing the duel stimulation to reach that elusive cliff.

  When he found that sweet spot inside me, I keened embarrassingly loud, teetering on the edge of oblivion. “Fuck! There. Ben, right there.”

  He thrust into me once, twice, hitting the spot that made me see stars as his teeth sank into the fleshy part of my shoulder. My orgasm crashed into me so abruptly it stole my breath, my nerve endings exploding with wave after wave of pleasure. I was dimly aware of Ben crying out beneath me, emptying himself into the condom as he reached his own release.

  Lost to the euphoria, we came undone.

  As I settled back into my body, my brain flickered to life. We were tangled together, so close I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. Ben trembled beneath me. I burrowed into his embrace as our sweat cooled. His fingers dug into my back, his lips ghosting over my skin as he whispered soft words of adoration.