The other man walked over, opened the drawer beside his bed and tossed lube and a condom down next to Ben.
“How long has it been since someone’s had you?” he asked as he sat on the bed, between Ben’s legs. Dante opened the bottle of lube.
“Years.”
Dante fumbled at that. Cursed, and then closed his eyes. “Sit up.”
Ben’s body already started to respond. He didn’t understand why this man got him hard when no one else could.
Ben sat up as Dante set the lube down, and grabbed the blindfold. Ben’s brows pulled together. He opened his mouth to speak but Dante shook his head. “This is the only way.”
It was Dante who had to wait this time. Ben didn’t give a shit about the blindfold, not really, but he found himself wondering why. For the first time in what felt like forever, he wanted to know more about someone other than Tristan. What put that look in Dante’s eyes? Why was he just as lost as Ben had always been?
After Ben nodded, Dante reached out and tied the black blindfold over Ben’s eyes. His body seized up briefly. Vulnerable. He was vulnerable, not being able to see, but then he felt a warm, calloused hand on his face. “This is the only way,” Dante said again. “I will only give you what you want.”
And then he felt lips on his own. Ben wasn’t sure why he hadn’t expected that but he opened up, let Dante’s tongue into his mouth. It was an owning kiss, a passionate one that took control of a situation the way only Dante seemed to be able to do.
Their tongues battled but he found he wanted Dante’s to win.
Dante moaned into his mouth and Ben swallowed it down. Facial hair rubbed against Ben’s face and he wanted it to scratch into him harder.
Then, Dante’s mouth was gone and he wanted it back. Ben reached for him but Dante’s hand wrapped around his wrist. Ben groaned when he felt Dante’s hard, hot prick beneath his palm. He fought with himself to rip the blindfold away when Dante said, “See what you do to me? Fuck you for getting me hard so easily. Every time you work your cock for me on the phone, I’m hard as a rail.”
Ben’s erection jerked. He wanted to come so fucking badly he almost couldn’t hold back.
“Lie down.”
Ben did as Dante said. The room was silent except for the sound of Dante squeezing lube into his hand.
Ben flinched when he felt a cold, wet finger at his ass.
“I wanted this hole the first time I saw you. Fuck you for that, too.”
And then he breached Ben’s ring. His body tightened farther, adjusting to being penetrated.
It felt good. Christ, did it feel good. Ben’s body rumbled, begged for more.
“You like that, don’t you? I bet you’re saying the same thing in your head. Fuck me for making you admit you want to be screwed. You want it, Ben. I’m just the lucky one who made you realize it.”
He reached for the blindfold again but when Dante’s finger stopped fucking him, he held still.
“Don’t think. I’ll do all the thinking for us both right now. You just feel,” Dante told him and it was as if he sifted the tenseness from Ben’s muscles. He relaxed as Dante continued to work his hole with a finger.
“I’m going to use two on you now, Ben.” He didn’t give Ben time to adjust to that thought before he worked another finger past Ben’s tight ring of muscles.
He heard more lube squirt and then they slid easier in and out of him.
“Your cock is leaking all over your stomach, Ben. You want it. Don’t answer. Just know that I know you do.”
He did. He really fucking did but as Dante said, he didn’t want to think about that.
Ben actually cried out when Dante’s fingers were gone. He wanted to be full. Stretched. He craved it.
“You liked the ropes when you watched me at the club. I could see it. Put your arms over your head.”
Ben’s heart began to race. Yes, he liked ropes. He’d admired Dante’s work. He’d liked being tied up by Tristan, as well.
Still, it was as if his arms went numb as he raised them over his head. As he felt Dante grab one of them, and wrap the rough rope around his wrist.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Ben spit blood as Javier punched him in the face. He fought against the ropes that kept him bound.
Ben shook his head, trying to get rid of the past. His fists tightened as the ties did on his wrist.
“I can’t wait to kill you. You’ll watch the rest of them go, tied up like this you fucking pussy and then I’ll kill you.”
Ben’s body jerked as his other wrist was grabbed in a tight grip. His heart collided with his chest. He couldn’t breathe. Why the fuck couldn’t he breathe?