The Innocence Series: Complete Bundle

by Riley Knight

  Ben had never expected anything like this. The way he’d fallen for Isaac, how fast it had been and so hard and devastating, he had been so sure that it had to be just him. But Isaac was telling him very clearly that that wasn’t the case, and for the first time, maybe in his life, Ben looked at the idea of not having to be alone.

  Isaac had come into his life, and then Sammy had, and all of a sudden Ben had … a family. That’s how it felt, and it had scared him how it had felt that way. There was no way Isaac could feel the same way, so he’d assumed.

  “I was such a jackass,” Ben realized, and that slight smile made it finally out of Isaac’s eyes and onto his wonderfully mobile, expressive lips.

  “You sort of were,” Isaac informed him, and then the beautiful young man let out a sigh. “But I could have told you that, too. We were both so afraid.”

  And that was it. That was all that Ben could take without kissing him. He was hungry for Isaac, he hadn’t been able to so much as touch the other man’s shoulder for weeks now, and he suddenly needed to kiss him as much as he needed to draw his next breath. More, maybe.

  So he did, and though he would never know how he was so lucky, Isaac was there ready and willing to meet him. There was no hesitation in Isaac’s mouth, which opened to him immediately, in his clever, sweet tongue. None at all.

  “We didn’t know,” Ben pointed out, when that kiss finally ended, leaving them both panting for breath and clinging to each other more than ever. It wasn’t an excuse, he genuinely didn’t mean it that way, but it was something of an explanation, which was how Isaac seemed to take it.

  “We know now,” Isaac replied, and then he reached down, letting his hand smooth down over the skin from where it had been resting in the small of Ben’s back, down to cup Ben’s ass, his fingers gripping at it hard enough that Ben could have no doubt at all that Isaac wanted him. Isaac’s nails, short as they were, dug in to the sensitive area where Ben’s ass met his leg, and a shiver of something that was almost pain but not quite radiated out from that place and into the rest of his body, making him more exquisitely aware than ever of Isaac against him, of the way Isaac’s thigh was pressed against Ben’s cock.

  Then the room spun around Ben as their position was changed, as Isaac pulled Ben on top of him, the younger, smaller man resting on his back and looking sweetly triumphant about having managed it.

  “Ben,” Isaac’s voice sounded a bit strange like he was having to force the words out, and Ben tilted his head at him and paid strict attention. Whatever Isaac was going to say, he knew somehow that there was absolutely no chance that he wanted to miss it.

  “Yeah?” he asked, trying to sound casual, but there was the faintest bit of strain that he could hear in his own voice. What was it now? Something good or something bad? He had been through so much of a roller coaster with this man that he didn’t know what to expect.

  “Have you ever done it the other way?”

  That one took Ben a second. He frowned as he tried to figure out what Isaac meant, but when he saw that damn adorable flush high up on his cheekbones, he made some educated guesses and then smirked a little bit. He thought he might just have some idea what Isaac was talking about.

  “You mean have I ever topped?” he asked, not exactly surprised but definitely amused and touched that Isaac didn’t even seem to know the word for it. Isaac had come so far so quickly that it was hard to remember sometimes that he was really so new to all of this, but it had been that very innocence which had drawn Ben to him in the first place.

  Would Isaac have this his whole life? This slight touch of naivete, even as he learned more and more about sex and about life in general? Ben sort of hoped so, because it was endearing as hell.

  “Yeah,” Isaac looked up into Ben’s eyes, and he parted his legs so that Ben slid down between them. All of a sudden, all of the laughter left Ben’s body because really, it just didn’t seem very funny anymore. Not through the surge of pure heat he felt radiating out from his body, starting from his cock, which was completely hard and ready to go.

  “Yeah,” Ben echoed, shivering at the sensation of his own slick, hard cock as it pressed right up against Isaac’s. “Yeah, I’ve topped before.” To be honest, that was how he usually ended up doing it, not really by preference but just because he was a big guy and people made assumptions about him based on that.

  “Do you want to?” Isaac prompted, and Ben’s smirk widened a little. They had always done this with Isaac on top, and Ben loved that and always would, but there was no way he was going to turn it down anyway.

  “Variety is the spice of life,” Ben informed Isaac and then leaned down to take his mouth, their lips meeting, their tongues slipping together as they moved together, grinding against each other.

  “Is that a yes?” Isaac demanded, his voice breathless, and Ben laughed softly and gave a nod. Yes, it was a yes. Very much a yes. He hadn’t even thought to hope for this, but he wouldn’t turn it down now that it was being offered to him.

  “Spread your legs for me,” Ben murmured, reaching for the bedside table. He pulled out the lube and then hesitated when his fingers brushed over the smooth, slightly cool surface of the paper which made up the condom package.

  He looked, and Isaac followed his gaze. For a long time, neither of them said anything.

  “Do you …” Ben started, at the same time as Isaac asked, “Should we …”

  They both stopped to let the other one continue and then laughed nervously. But the tension had been broken, and Ben felt more comfortable in continuing the rest of the question now that that had happened.

  “I’m clean. Not been with anyone but you since I was last tested. And I know you don’t have anything,” Ben admitted, looking at Isaac, wondering if he even understood what Ben was trying to ask. This was still so new to the beautiful young man.

  Obviously, though, he had some idea, and it didn’t really surprise Ben. Isaac was a fast learner when it came to this stuff, when it came to everything, really, given how quickly he’d learned his job at the bar.

  “It’s okay with me,” Isaac murmured, and Ben let out a low, soft groan. He didn’t sleep with people without a condom, he was far too cautious, and he was actually fairly certain that this was going to be the first time he had ever done so.

  Bare skin against bare skin, what would it be like? He couldn’t wait, and he took a deep breath as he grabbed the lube, dripping the cold, silken fluid onto his fingers, letting it warm a little to his temperature before he slid his slick fingers down between the cheeks of Isaac’s ass.

  There was so much trust, even with all that had gone between them, in Isaac’s eyes, and he opened his legs and exposed his most vulnerable areas without hesitation. Ben kept his gaze firmly tilted upward, watching Isaac’s face, ready to stop if he saw even the slightest bit of pain or even discomfort.

  He didn’t, though. Isaac looked right back at him, and those eyes had already started to darken with lust. But the time he came, Ben knew that Isaac’s brilliant, sky blue eyes would have darkened to the point where they were the color of the twilight sky, still blue, but deep and dark and rich. Ben thought that he could spend forever, just studying the variations in those eyes.

  Slowly, Ben eased his slippery fingers inside of the young man’s body, hissing softly when he felt the slight resistance, how tight Isaac was for him. If there had been any doubt about whether Isaac was a virgin, it would have been utterly dispelled for him, not just by the teasing tightness around his fingers but also by the slight gasp Isaac gave, by the intense concentration he wore on his face.

  “Ben,” Isaac gasped, just that one word, Ben’s name, but it was more than enough to have Ben’s cock throb to full life. He hadn’t actually been sure if he would ever have Isaac at all. If Isaac would ever forgive him. Forgiveness wasn’t a thing that he’d often experienced in his life, either giving or receiving, but Isaac had done it for him, and he’d meant it.

  “Breathe,” Ben encouraged,
the tip of his finger buried in that heat, feeling the muscles clench around him. “Just breathe, baby. You’ll relax and let me in.”

  Isaac did breathe, his chest noticeably rising and falling as he did. Just as Ben had known would happen, that impossibly tight ring of muscle stopped resisting him, and his finger slid deeper, past the ring of muscle at his entrance.

  As he prepared Isaac, Ben kept looking at the beautiful man, at the expressions which crossed his face which was open as clear and so easy to read, so easy to see through, as easy as a pane of clean, unmarked glass. Ben could see everything through Isaac’s face, and Isaac didn’t seem to be even trying to hide anything from him.

  One finger was soon completely inside of him, and Ben brushed lightly over Isaac’s prostate, making Isaac squirm helplessly for him. With just that little tease at the amazing pleasure which that particular part of the body could give Isaac, Ben slid his finger out, taking just a little bit of almost sadistic satisfaction in the way that Isaac moaned and trembled and arched up, his body seeking out more of that pleasure.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” Ben teased just a little, rubbing two fingers over the entrance to Isaac’s body, which was now slick and much more open to him. When Ben slid inside of Isaac, he wanted Isaac to moan and cling to him, and he wanted Isaac to need it more than anything else he’d ever needed.

  “More!” That one word might never have been said with that much emphasis, not in the entire history of the world. Isaac did need it, and Ben smiled as he rewarded him, pushing another finger inside his body.

  This finger, Isaac took much more easily, and soon enough, Isaac was writhing under him, his hips rocking wildly as he fucked himself on Ben’s two fingers. His body moved smoothly on him, and Ben knew it was time when Isaac reached down and gripped Ben’s wrist, trying to push Ben’s fingers deeper inside of himself.

  “You need more than my fingers can give you,” Ben told him, and then, though he knew it would not be something Isaac wanted, to lose the fullness he’d gotten used to, Ben eased his fingers out of him.

  He’d done what he wanted to do. Isaac was ready for him, open to him, and shuddering under him as he looked plaintively up at Ben. Ben smirked at him, marking Isaac’s expression in his mind, locking it there forever. He never wanted to forget this moment, how utterly desperate Isaac was for him.

  But Ben wasn’t going to tease him forever. No matter how much satisfaction he took from seeing the innocent young man writhing under him, his own body wouldn’t allow himself to do it forever, no matter how it must seem to Isaac, who was utterly debased, squirming and tilting his hips up, cock hard and dripping pearly driblets of precome all over his own flat stomach.

  “You look pretty desperate,” Ben observed, and Isaac gave him a bit of a look, as though not sure if he was being teased or not, but he nodded his head in agreement. Ben shifted onto his back, gripping Isaac’s hips and pulling him on top of him.

  “Ride me,” Ben demanded. He’d worked Isaac up to the point where he doubted that the poor man could hold himself back, and now Ben wanted to reap the rewards of that. He wanted just to sit back and watch as Isaac pleasured himself using Ben’s cock.

  His hands settled on the slender curve of Isaac’s hips, thumbs rubbing lightly over the sensitive skin over his hipbones. He looked up at Isaac, meeting his eyes, and it was so weird because Ben tended to avoid eye contact during sex but with Isaac, he realized, he kept actually seeking it out.

  “I love you, too,” Isaac whispered, but he didn’t give Ben a lot of time to recover from hearing those words before he drove himself down. Ben’s eyes darted down to watch as his own thick, leaking cock disappeared inside of that tight, hot, slick body.

  It was even better than he’d imagined, being bare, feeling the clench of those internal muscles around him. The connection was unlike anything he could have imagined, as intimate as the clasp of his hands on Ben’s hips or the way their eyes locked and refused to part. It was all a part of something that made all other sex seem like nothing but a pale imitation of this one act.

  Ben had unleashed something in Isaac with all of his teasing, and he’d meant to do it, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t awe-inspiring to watch Isaac as he rode him, his knees clutching at Ben’s hips, rocking his own as he slid down onto Ben over and over again.

  “Fuck,” Ben growled softly. “Babe, slow down a bit, it’ll be over too quick.” Already, Ben could feel his balls tighten and draw up, ready to spill inside the beautiful young man who was riding him so hard that the bed was shaking.

  Isaac tried, though he whimpered as he did so, and when Ben finally glanced down, he saw that Isaac’s cock was swollen so much it looked purple and dripped so much precome that it looked almost as though he’d already come himself. Isaac was right there, just like Ben was, and maybe, just maybe, it didn’t matter if they finished so quickly this time.

  They could always go again, Ben realized. This wasn’t just a one-night thing, where Ben had to get what he wanted and then just get out. This was something so much more real than that, and it seemed just barely possible to Ben that he and Isaac would have months, or maybe even, dare he think it, years, to do this as many times as they both wanted.

  “Never mind,” Ben told him, and he let his fingers slip around, let the full, round, sweet cheeks of Isaac’s ass settle into the palms of his hands, where they seemed to fit perfectly. “Ride me, baby, as fast as you want.”

  With a little sob of relief, Isaac started to move again, and just as he’d known would happen it wasn’t long at all until Ben was feeling that tension building, that heat and fire, lava deep inside his core which built and spread through his body and then exploded out of him as he filled Isaac with his come for the very first time.

  “Isaac,” he moaned, and one hand slid around to grip Isaac’s cock, stroking him once, twice, as he spurted deep inside the younger man. He needed him to feel as good as Ben did, and luckily, it only took those two movements on Isaac’s cock until Ben felt it twitch and erupt in his hand, as he watched Isaac convulse and moan for him, as he felt the tight grip of his cock clenching even tighter while Isaac fucked himself wildly through his own release.

  “Do you mean it?” Ben panted, covered in sweat, still buried inside of Isaac, deeply reluctant to lose that connection now that he’d forged it. “Do you mean that you still love me?” Because those words had been the scariest that Ben had ever uttered, and if Isaac didn’t mean it he thought that might just be what actually broke his heart.

  “Of course I love you,” Isaac panted, and then he lowered his head and rested it on Ben’s shoulder, both of them covered in sweat, both of them grasping at each other as their bodies shook and Ben lost track of where he left off, and Isaac began.

  TWENTY-EIGHT

  The adjustment hadn’t been entirely easy, not for any of them. For all of the people living in this apartment, the concept of family, real family, was new. Isaac had had captors, he was coming to realize, not parents. Ben had had no one, and Sammy …

  For Sammy, perhaps, it was the hardest. Isaac had realized pretty early on that Sammy was just waiting to be moved again. Just waiting for this place, which was really nothing more to him, at this point, than another foster home, to find him too much to handle and to kick him out.

  So yes, there were growing pains, for sure. As the days passed and turned into weeks, it became pretty clear that he’d been on his best behavior but that behavior started to slip.

  There was the time when Sammy got angry and threw his Xbox against the wall, for instance. Or the time when he’d taken some money which Isaac had left carelessly out on the counter. That time, Sammy had given them a defiant look, and he hadn’t even pretended that he hadn’t done it.

  It was like he was begging them silently just to get it over with and turn him out like he couldn’t bare waiting for it to happen. The money, he gave back, but the poor kid seemed stunned that they didn’t call the social worker right away to get him m
oved.

  Slowly, the three of them changed from three individuals into something like a family. It wasn’t a family like Isaac had ever experienced, or that he would have thought possible, and it was nothing that his own parents would have accepted as family, but it was his family, and Ben’s family, and little Sammy’s family, too.

  By mid-summer, when the sun burned so hot that it felt to all of them like they had to get in some cold water or die, things were more or less settled and barring the occasional burst of acting out, Sammy had settled down. In the fall, he would start school, and he talked about that so often that Isaac was able to tell the kid was nervous, but beyond excited, by the concept.

  It must seem strange to know that he could just go to the same school, that he didn’t have to worry about being forced into a new home, a new school, at any time. The fact that Sammy was so hopeful about it was, Isaac figured, a good sign.

  Still, Sammy kept his distance from Isaac, and Isaac let him. It must seem strange to a child from Texas to know that his older brother had a boyfriend instead of a wife or a girlfriend. No doubt Sammy had picked up all of the same messages that all kids around here picked up, and the kid tended to address Ben, to fight Ben, to talk to Ben, to rebel against Ben, over Isaac.

  It made Isaac sad until he realized there was nothing he could do about it. Sam would warm up to him or he wouldn’t, but in the meanwhile, Isaac would still care about him and for him. They both had Ben in common, and maybe someday that would be enough common ground for them to form some sort of relationship.

  This particular day, Isaac sat in the insufficient shade of a pathetic little tree on a blanket spread out by the river. He watched as Ben and Sammy splashed at each other in the cool water, which only came up to Ben’s knees. It had been a very dry summer, but the water did look nice, and Isaac was seriously considering joining them only he knew that if he did, there was a good chance Sammy would go all strange and quiet if he didn’t just leave completely.