Ben didn’t stop walking until they were in the dressing room and Puma had pointed out his cubicle. Only then did Ben release the man to stand on his own two feet. But he didn’t leave. Instead, he gave the naked man his back while Puma pulled on his street clothes.
“You could have watched, you know. I wouldn’t mind,” Puma said as he slid his feet into a pair of dock shoes.
Blood surged to Ben’s cock as he turned around. “I know, but if I watched, then I’d want to fuck you right here and now, and I don’t think the other people who will be coming in here in the next few minutes would appreciate that.”
“Yeah, that probably wouldn’t go over too well. So, what are you doing here at closing time? I figured you’d be home asleep,” Puma said as he packed a bag and closed up his locker.
“Well, I couldn’t sleep so I canceled the meeting. I wanted to see if I could talk you into maybe going out once you got off work. We could go get breakfast or something,” Ben said, not wanting to pressure the man, though he hoped Puma would prefer to come home with him and maybe stay through breakfast in the morning.
Puma studied him, a small smile growing as Ben began to shift and squirm under his steady gaze. Finally, he lifted the bag to his shoulder and stepped close enough that Ben felt Puma’s erection press into his upper thigh. “Or we could skip eating and go back to my place where a big, soft bed is waiting for us.”
Swallowing hard, Ben nodded. “We could do that,” he said once he got his tongue and mouth to work again.
“Follow me,” Puma said with a grin and a wink, before turning and strolling out of the dressing room.
Ben did as ordered, following the smaller man through the backstage area where he collected his tip money from Sully. Then they continued out to the parking lot, where Puma walked to a flashy little sports car that had Ben’s jaw dropping in shock.
“It’s not mine,” Puma explained quickly. “It belongs to the lady I work for.”
Ben nodded, then climbed into his car. A minute later, he was following Puma down the highway. When they reached a fenced-in estate, he followed Puma’s car through the entrance and around to a large parking area. Not sure what else to do, he parked just outside the garage Puma pulled his car into.
By the time he climbed out, Puma had emerged from the garage, stood beside Ben’s car and the garage door was closing, securing the sports car inside. As soon as he shut the door, Puma asked, “Are you sure about this, Ben?”
Seeing Puma’s insecurity, Ben closed the distance between them and pulled Puma into his arms. Without a word, he lowered his head and kissed the man, loosening the reins on his need, while trying to regain enough control so he didn’t simply bend Puma over the trunk of his car and fuck him without giving a shit about who could see them.
The kiss grew wilder and wilder as the two men pressed their bodies closer together. Ben slid his hands down Puma’s back and cupped the tight mounds of his ass, taking great pleasure in massaging the flesh under Puma’s loose board shorts.
Finally, with the last of his control shredding, Ben broke the kiss. “Where’s your bed, wildcat?”
Chapter Five
Puma took Ben’s hand in his and led him toward the walkway that ran between the main house of the estate and the four-car garage. The door to the staircase that led up to his above-the-garage apartment was around back. As they walked, several security lights flicked on and off, lighting their way.
Neither man spoke.
The closer they got to the privacy, and the bed, they both wanted, the more anxious Puma grew. Just because he had loved Ben for the past seven years was not a good reason to welcome him back into his bed so easily. After all, the man had broken his heart once upon a time. And the man had been engaged until just that morning.
But had he really broken it off? Or was this just a last-ditch encounter with an old friend before he went back to the woman and tied himself down for the rest of his life?
Ben’s murmured, “You okay, wildcat?” pulled Puma from his ever-darkening thoughts.
Stopping on the stoop, Puma pulled his hand from Ben’s and turned to face the man. Suddenly seven years of hurt and anger and brokenness coalesced into a ball of uncomfortable, undefinable emotion deep in his belly. Before he allowed Ben into his body, into his bed, or even into his home, he needed some answers. “What are you wanting from tonight?”
His heart dropped when Ben looked at him through the semi-darkness, his expression unreadable. But then, Puma had never been able to read faces and know the emotions behind them. Which might be why his boss had gotten away with screwing him and ruining the rest of his life.
It also meant that he couldn’t tell if Ben was about to lie to him or not.
Finally, Ben blinked and his expression cleared as the man smiled. “What do I want from tonight? I want to love you, and cuddle with you, and spend the night making you happy. I want you, wildcat. I think the bigger question is, what do you want from tonight? Can you forgive me for fucking up seven years ago? Can we put the past to rest and move on? Can you see a future for us?”
Ben’s sincere expression, his tone, and his words released something in Puma. It was as if he had stuck a pin in the balloon of emotion that had been growing and growing the past few minutes. All at once, the past was gone, and only the present and future remained. “I want you. Yes. Yes. And yes.” Puma smirked as he answered Ben’s questions.
After turning away long enough to unlock the door, Puma grabbed Ben’s hand again and quickly dragged him up the stairs to his apartment. The door was set to lock automatically, so no one would disturb them, even if they did get on the property.
The nightlights Puma had put in every room provided more than enough light to see the way through the apartment. He dropped Ben’s hand when they reached the bedroom door, then crossed the room in the dark. A moment later, he turned on the small lamp on the nightstand beside the king-size bed.
“Nice,” Ben said once he’d looked around the room.
Puma shrugged. The pale coral and turquoise colors and beach theme weren’t his style, but the apartment was nicer than anywhere he had ever lived before, so he wasn’t about to complain about the décor. “It’s okay. Someday I hope to have my own place, though I doubt I’ll be right on the beach like I am here.”
Not sure what else to say, Puma stood and watched the big man across the room, looking nearly as uncomfortable as he felt.
“Would you dance for me? Not like you do at the club, but like you used to?” Ben asked after a long, awkward silence.
Puma nodded, his cock immediately perking up at the idea of seeing Ben naked. “Only if you’ll dance with me,” he said softly.
Ben huffed a laugh and then nodded. “You know I don’t dance, but for you, I’ll try.”
“Give me a few days and I can have you stripping with the best of them,” Puma said with a giggle, his anxiety bleeding away.
Puma crossed to the small stereo system he had bought at a pawn shop after getting out of jail, then flipped through the small CD collection he had added to each payday over the past few months. After finding the one with music he knew would get Ben’s hips to swaying, he put it in and hit play. Turning back, he found Ben had kicked off his shoes and was bending over, pulling off his socks. Barefoot, the man straightened and just stood there, listening to the music.
“Teach me,” he said as Puma toed off his shoes and began to sway with the music that swirled around the room, an audio aphrodisiac.
Ben started swinging his hips side to side, looking stiff and uncomfortable. Puma giggled as he danced his way across the room, circling Ben once before moving in behind him.
“You need to loosen up,” Puma said as he edged in until his front brushed against Ben’s backside. “Relax. Listen to the music. Stop thinking so hard.”
Wrapping his hands around Ben’s hips, he pressed against the back of Ben’s body and swung his body left and right. He continued until Ben relaxed and began to move wit
h him.
Sliding his hands around Ben’s middle, Puma rubbed his hands up and down Ben’s body. With each stroke upward, he pushed Ben’s shirt a little higher. When he reached his armpits, he whispered, “Take off your shirt, nice and slow.”
Once Ben’s shirt was off, Puma slid his hands down and opened Ben’s pants. He slipped a hand inside the pants, but staying out of his boxers, and rubbed up and down the generous erection that was pressing for release. “Keep moving,” he whispered when Ben froze as Puma cupped his hand around his balls.
At that moment, the music stopped.
Ben stepped away, turning to look at Puma as he shoved his pants down his legs before stepping out of them. Wearing only a pair of bright red boxers, he sat down on the edge of the bed. “I’m done. Dance for me, wildcat.”
As a new song started to play, Puma closed his eyes and began to move with the music. Dancing had always been an outlet for him, a way to get out of his brain and away from his worries. While dancing at the club was fun and earned him a nice income, dancing here, in his bedroom, for the man who had held his heart for the past seven years turned him on like nothing else.
The music entered him, filled his soul, and directed his movements as he slowly worked his shirt up his body and over his head. He tossed it out of the way as he turned a circle and opened his eyes just enough to check on Ben’s reaction.
The man had shifted up the bed to lean against the headboard, his legs spread wide. At some time in the last minute, he had stripped off his boxers, and the long, thick erection rising from his groin had Puma missing a step.
Slamming his eyes shut again, he continued dancing, quickly stripping off his jeans and skintight boxer-briefs. Finally, he was as naked as Ben. As his jeans hit the floor, he began dancing around the bed, twitching his hips so his own erection danced in front of him playfully.
“Come here, wildcat. I want to taste that,” Ben said, nodding at Puma’s cock as he shifted so his head was at the side of the bed.
Puma danced over with a grin, which slipped away when Ben licked across the tip of his cock. Puma stilled as Ben licked and slurped the head between his lips. He moaned when Ben wrapped his hands around Puma’s hips and pulled him closer so he could take Puma’s cock to the root.
“Oh, shit,” Puma whispered as Ben sucked and swallowed on the entire length of his aching cock.
It only took a few minutes before Puma’s hips were moving back and forth, driving his cock in and out of Ben’s mouth. In the next instant, he screamed as lightning shot down his spine, gathered in his balls, and then exploded out the end of his cock.
It had been seven years since he had experienced Ben’s special brand of loving, and it didn’t surprise him that it felt just the same. Only even better.
Ben sucked him dry, murmuring about Puma’s sweet taste. Once he was finished and going boneless, Ben helped him climb onto the bed, where they cuddled while Puma recovered. His head resting on Ben’s shoulder, Puma stroked over the ridges and planes of Ben’s body, working his way down to the erection that was dripping precum on the man’s belly.
He grinned when Ben sucked a breath as Puma took his cock in one hand.
“Be careful, wildcat. I’m close,” Ben said in a voice tight with control.
“Then you won’t mind if I do this,” Puma whispered as he pushed his way down the bed until his lips were right above the head of Ben’s cock.
Extending his tongue, he dragged the flat of it over the head of Ben’s cock, cleaning it of all fluid. He lapped his way down the underside of the length, then took Ben’s balls in one hand and gently massaged them.
“Puma,” Ben moaned as his cock jerked in response to his touch.
Puma licked his way back up and then took the head and as much of the shaft into his mouth as fit. Having a hyper gag reflex, Puma knew he would never be able to take the full length of Ben’s cock. His hand shifted to the base of Ben’s cock and covered the inches that would not fit. He began bobbing up and down the length he could, his hand traveling up and down, as well, massaging and adding extra sensation, which quickly drove Ben to arching his entire body and roaring as he came, filling Puma’s mouth with his seed.
Once Ben’s cock softened, he cleaned the length and slowly crawled back up the bed and once again cuddled into Ben’s side.
“Well, that was a nice appetizer,” Ben murmured sleepily. “Give me a few minutes and we’ll get to the main event.”
Puma grinned as he rolled over and opened the nightstand drawer. He pulled out a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms and dropped them on Ben’s chest.
He then returned to snuggling with the man who had held his heart since they’d been sixteen. He had to bite his lip to keep from admitting that his feelings for Ben had never died. Instead, he took a deep breath and allowed himself to drift off to sleep, happy in his lover’s arms for the first time in a long, long time.
* * * *
Ben drifted awake and smiled at the feel of Puma’s smaller, hard body spooned against his. Even now, after all the time apart, their bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces. Not wanting to wake the man quite yet, Ben eased back and reached for the condoms and bottle of lube he had placed under the pillow before they’d fallen asleep.
After rolling a condom down his cock, he coated his fingers with slick before slipping his hand under the covers. In the next moment, he eased his fingers between the cheeks of Puma’s ass. He stroked them over the pucker he found there, spreading the lube around before pushing one fingertip through the muscles guarding the man’s back channel.
Puma moaned in response and shifted on the bed. He slid his top leg forward, giving Ben more room to work with as he stretched and slowly woke up. “Mmmm,” he hummed as he arched his back and reached back to pat Ben’s arm. “More.”
Ben pushed the covers back, then gently worked a second and then a third finger into Puma’s body. Scissoring them, he stretched the tight muscles of Puma’s ass until the man began fucking himself on those fingers.
“Fuck me, Ben. Please fuck me,” Puma moaned as he looked over his shoulder at him, his eyes wide and expression pleading.
“Hands and knees,” Ben said as he eased his fingers from Puma’s body.
He couldn’t help but grin at how quickly Puma shifted into position, spreading his legs wide to give Ben plenty of room to crawl between them. Moving between the man’s powerful legs, Ben stroked a hand down Puma’s spine as he fit the head of his cock at Puma’s entrance. He slowly eased in and out, fucking his way until his pelvis pressed against Puma’s ass cheeks.
Once completely buried, he stopped moving in order to give Puma time to adjust to the intrusion. He held onto Puma’s hips, fighting the need to start moving until his little wildcat was ready for him to fuck him. He hoped that by morning, neither of them could walk straight. But he refused to hurt Puma just because his own restraint was nonexistent.
Puma shocked him when he leaned forward and then back again, fucking himself on Ben’s cock.
“Oh, shit, wildcat. You feel so good.” Ben moaned as he tightened his hands around Puma’s hips.
“Then fuck me. Fuck me hard,” Puma ordered before his arms gave out and his upper body dropped to the bed.
Ben had always taken direction well, and this was no different. Pressing his fingers into Puma’s hips, he began pistoning in and out of Puma’s ass. While their earlier orgasms helped, it was still a rapid climb, and in just a few minutes they were both calling as Ben filled the condom he wore and Puma’s release covered the sheet beneath him.
Ben could not feel his lower body, but refused to collapse on his man. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Puma’s middle and fell to the side, still buried deep in Puma’s ass. It was a place he hoped to spend many, many hours in from now on.
“So good,” he breathed as he brushed kisses along the back and side of Puma’s neck.
“Uh-huh.”
“So very, very good.”
“Uh-h
uh,” Puma repeated before taking a deep breath and releasing it on a sigh. In the next moment, his body softened and he began to softly snore.
Ben eased from Puma’s body and rolled to the edge of the bed. He stumbled across the room to the bathroom, stripped off the condom, and cleaned up before he carried a warm, wet cloth back to the bed. After cleaning Puma up, he tossed the cloth back toward the bathroom and returned to bed.
He eased into place, snuggled against Puma’s back, and worked the covers up and over them once again. With a sigh, he relaxed and allowed himself to follow his man into the land of sleep.
Chapter Six
Puma was sad to see the weekend end, but Sunday evening, Ben finally had to go home. They had spent every minute together, to the point that Saturday night Ben even came to Sex Gods with him, sitting at the bar and drinking water while talking with Riley and Conor Muldoon, who along with Sully, owned the club.
The rest of their time together, they spent either in bed or walking the beach that bordered the estate. Puma had Sunday and Monday off, but Ben had to return to work Monday morning, so the men decided to part, and meet up once Ben’s workday ended for a meal and more. Neither man spoke of how they were going to manage a relationship while working opposite schedules. Nor did they exchange words of their feelings. They were, after all, guys and guys didn’t talk mushy stuff.
Ben was surprised when he pulled into his two-car-wide driveway to find his mother’s car parked in the second space. He sat in his car for a few minutes, mentally preparing himself for whatever the woman had to say. Knowing he had to face her and get her out of his apartment so he could make some dinner and get some sleep to prepare for the week ahead, he slowly climbed out of his car and headed inside. He was not surprised to find the front door unlocked. His mother had a key and never had understood the words “for emergencies only.” She thought anytime she wanted to pop by it was all right to let herself in.
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