Cherry Pop (Mercury Rising Book 3) (21 page)

T
ripp was excited
and nervous and turned on and about a thousand other things as Ben leaned down and kissed him again. As always, Ben’s kisses amazed him. A kiss had never melted him from the inside out before Ben, had never brought his body alive they way Ben’s did, never made him want someone so much it hurt. He wanted to keep kissing Ben, but he wanted so much more too.

He ran his hands slowly up and down Ben’s bare back, appreciating the muscles flexing as Ben reacted to Tripp’s touch, the smooth, hot skin and the sweet dip in his lower back. He slid both hands up and over Ben’s shoulders, holding him tightly. He loved the feel of their bodies pressed together. Both of them were firmly muscled and hard and he liked it, liked that they could be chest-to-chest and stomach-to-stomach and dick-to-dick. He placed his bare feet on Ben’s calves and ran them up and down, enjoying his hairy legs. He smiled against Ben’s mouth while they kissed.

“What are you grinning at?” Ben whispered, nuzzling behind his ear.

“That fact that I even love your hairy legs.”

Ben huffed with laughter, and the puff of hot air against his neck made Tripp shiver. “That’s good,” Ben said. “Because I’m not shaving them for you.”

“Don’t shave anything,” Tripp said vehemently. “I love your hairy chest too.”

“What about my balls?” Ben said, laughing softly. “You like those hairy too?”

“Probably,” Tripp said, still grinning. “I’ve only felt them, though.” Without warning, he rolled over, pushing Ben onto his back so that Tripp loomed over him. “I guess I ought to investigate them further.” He leaned over and licked a path along Ben’s collarbone, and then down his chest, until he lightly bit Ben’s nipple.

“Only seems fair before you make a decision,” Ben said breathlessly. “If you’re sure you want to.”

“I’m sure,” Tripp said firmly, looking up and meeting Ben’s stare. “You’ve been sucking on my dick for a month and not letting me near yours. It’s my turn.”

“That’s kind of hard core for newbies,” Ben said, running his fingers through Tripp’s hair. “I don’t want to rush you.”

“Rush?” Tripp laughed. “Boy, you been dragging me through molasses, we’ve been going so slow.”

“You’re yo—”

Tripp cut him off with a growl.

“You’ve got plenty of time,” Ben amended. “Don’t feel the need to do it all in one day.”

“I want to do it all in one day,” Tripp said, straddling Ben’s thighs and running his palms down Ben’s chest to the waistband of his boxers. “And then I want to do it all again the next day, and every day after that. I’m a guy. I want sex. All the time.”

“Consider me warned,” Ben teased, lifting his hips. “I’m at your mercy.”

It felt like Tripp had been waiting forever to hear that. With another growl he pulled Ben’s boxers down off his hips and then moved so he could sweep them down Ben’s legs and off. He threw them over his shoulder while he stared at Ben’s dick.

“Is it weird that I want to tell you how pretty that is?” he asked, feeling a little out of his element still. “I’m not really sure yet what words to use for us.”

“You’re doing great,” Ben said breathlessly. “Making it up as you go along is half the fun.”

Tripp laughed in anticipation. “All right then,” he said. “You got it. Your dick is damn pretty.”

“I haven’t gotten it yet,” Ben complained. “I’m still waiting.”

Tripp practically ripped off his own clothes, and then he straddled Ben’s legs again and leaned over, resting his hands by Ben’s hips. He just hovered over Ben’s dick for a while, looking at it, wondering how he was going to do this. Ben had the darkest head he’d ever seen on a guy, almost purple when he was hard like he was now. Real hard. Tripp smiled as he watched a bit of precome leak out of Ben’s slit. Ben smelled so fucking good down there, like his body wash and his laundry detergent and sweat and guy. He smelled like a guy, and that really turned Tripp on.

Ben didn’t say anything as Tripp lingered there, but his breathing became harsh and out of the corner of his eye Tripp saw Ben clutch the sheet in his fist. “Am I making you crazy?” he whispered, making sure his breath would blow over that damp, dark head that was so fucking tempting.

“You know you are,” Ben said in a strangled voice. “You’ve been making me crazy for a month.”

Tripp didn’t answer. He just leaned down and gently placed the tip of his tongue in Ben’s slit. Ben’s back arched and he gave a choked moan. Tripp softly swirled his tongue around just a little bit and then pulled it back into his mouth so he could taste Ben. It was slick, with an odd tang to it, almost sweet. Tripp had tasted his own before, but Ben’s was sweeter.

He leaned back down and puckered his lips around Ben’s head, like he was sucking on a lollipop. He ran his tongue around the edge. It was so soft and hot, and vulnerable. God, he’d never really thought about that before, what a risk it was to let someone do this to you. Suddenly he wanted to take it all in his mouth, he wanted to love and protect this part of Ben, to taste him and take him and memorize him.

So he slid his mouth down farther, onto the shaft, and marveled at how soft and smooth the skin was over a hard center. He felt a vein on the side of Ben’s dick pulse in his mouth, and he ran his tongue over it.

“God,” Ben moaned, his back arching again. He grabbed Tripp’s shoulder tightly, his blunt fingertips digging in. It only made Tripp want to keep doing what he was doing. He’d never had this much fun making somebody crazy with his mouth before. He moved up and down, sucking one minute, licking the next. He made sure not to take too much. He didn’t want to gag his way through his first blowjob.

He pulled back until he held just the head in this mouth and reached down, spreading Ben’s legs open while he maneuvered his knees between them. Then he wrapped his hand around the base of Ben’s dick and squeezed.

“Oh shit,” Ben said, letting go of the sheet so he could use both hands to hold on to Tripp. He lifted his head off the bed, and Tripp could tell he was trying to focus on him and what he was doing, but his eyes kept closing each time Tripp sucked or squeezed. Finally Ben’s head collapsed back on the bed and Tripp let go of his dick to run his fingers through the soft, curly hair around the base. Then he slid his fingertips down until he was able to cup Ben’s balls. He rolled them gently in the palm of his hand, and Ben made a sound half way between a whimper and a groan. Tripp liked the sound of it. Fact was, he liked everything about doing this. No wonder Ben had been so quick to go down on his knees to suck Tripp off.

“I’m going to come like this,” Ben said roughly, panting. “I don’t know what you want tonight. If I come now…” He paused and took a couple of deep breaths. “I’m useless for a while after. God,” he moaned as Tripp sucked hard and slid down on Ben’s shaft again.

As much as Tripp wanted to know what it was like to have Ben come in his mouth, he really, really wanted to be fucked. Maybe part of it was what Luke said, that he wasn’t really gay until he’d done it. Luke probably hadn’t meant taking a dick in his ass, but there was a part of Tripp that sort of believed that. And he wanted it. Never thought he’d want it this bad, either. But just the thought of Ben fucking into him had his eyes crossing. His dick was as hard as Ben’s and nobody had even touched it yet.

He pulled mouth off of Ben with a pop. “I want to fuck.” The hard sound of his voice surprised him. “I want you to fuck me.”

“You want me inside you?” Ben asked, watching him through narrowed eyes. His cheeks were flushed and he was sweating. Tripp leaned over and licked the sweat off his chest.

“Yes,” he whispered.

“Lay down,” Ben ordered him. “On your back.” Tripp did as directed, handing over the reins to Ben. “I’m pretty damn close,” Ben said. “We’re going to have to slow it down a bit to get you ready, but that should give me time to get it under control.”

“I like the idea of you fucking me out of control,” Tripp said fervently. “Shit, that sounds hot.”

“You could drive a saint crazy,” Ben said with a shaky laugh. “I think this first time I’m going to try to keep it together. There will be lots of other times I can fuck you into the floor.”

“Yes, yes, and yes,” Tripp said breathlessly while Ben leaned across him and rummaged around in the drawer of the bedside table.

“You’re going to be a bit of a slut, aren’t you?” Ben said appreciatively. “How did I get so lucky?”

“If you stop talking you’ll get lucky, that’s for damn sure,” Tripp said, panting. He was having a hard time thinking, much less using his words.

He lay there and let Ben arrange him the way he wanted him: knees bent up, legs spread. He felt exposed and naked, defenseless. He loved it. Loved feeling like Ben’s sex toy. Shit, he wasn’t right in the head, but he couldn’t give a care right then, because Ben slipped a slicked up finger into his ass and Tripp swore he heard angels singing.

“You okay?” Ben asked after Tripp swallowed a shaky breath and then let it out in a moan.

“Oh, hell yeah,” Tripp mumbled, arching his back and trying to get Ben to move his finger some more.

“Damn,” Ben said, wonder in his voice. “You are going to take to this like a duck to water, aren’t you?”

“You been here too long,” Tripp said with a breathless laugh. “That sounds like something old Mr. Hisdale would say.”

“Not in this situation,” Ben murmured, twisting his finger a little deeper until Tripp moaned and squirmed again. “Has sex always been like this for you?”

“No, never,” Tripp gasped as Ben moved that finger in and out.

“Guess what?” Ben whispered in his ear.

“What?”

“You’re definitely gay.”

Tripp laughed, feeling a little shaky and wild. “No kidding,” he said. “Finally he believes me. Does this mean you’re gonna actually put your dick in me? ’Cause I think I’ve been patient long enough.”

Ben kissed Tripp’s neck, and that little spot right between his collarbones that was just this side of ticklish and felt so good. He kept his finger moving all over the place in Tripp: in and out, side to side, in little swirls, and Tripp was losing his mind.

“It’s awful tight in here,” Ben said, worry in his voice. “You sure you can take it?”

“Boy, ain’t nobody gonna know until you try it,” Tripp growled. “Nobody’s been in there before.”

“You know, sex brings out your redneck.” Ben laughed softly as he nuzzled Tripp’s cheek. Tripp turned his head.

“You want my redneck side,” he teased against Ben’s lips, “you better fuck me quick.” He kissed Ben, a wet, open-mouthed kiss that said “I’m horny as hell and hungry for it” better than any words Tripp could think of right then.

By the end of the kiss, Ben had pulled his finger out of Tripp and was laying full out on him. He broke the kiss, breathing hard on top of Tripp. He rubbed his nose against Tripp’s. “Get your redneck on, ’cause I’m coming in.” He grabbed a foil package from the bed and held it up between them. “Open this. My hand is too slippery.”

Tripp’s fingers were shaking so bad he could barely get it open and had to use his teeth. Ben watched him with a hungry smile that pretty much rang Tripp’s bell.

“Here,” he said, shoving the condom at Ben. “Put it on and put it in.”

Ben laughed. “Okay. So sex with you is going to be pretty fun is what you’re telling me.”

“God, I hope so,” Tripp said. “I want you coming back for more.”

“At this point you could shove me off and run away and I’d be coming back for more,” Ben told him. “So no worries.”

Tripp relaxed. “Good. Let’s get it on. Come on.” He spread his legs. “Should I roll over or something? Don’t you do this doggy style?”

“We can do it any way you want,” Ben said, looking down and rolling the condom on. “Doggy style, missionary, side by side. I’ve just got to find the hole.” He grinned up at Tripp.

“Nice,” Tripp said drily. “Want me to put a target on it for you?”

“Shut up,” Ben said, lying down on him again. He grabbed Tripp’s hands and held them to the pillow beside his head and used his knee to shove Tripp’s legs farther apart. “I want you like this. I want to see your face when I fuck you for the first time.”

“If you get any more romantic, I don’t think I can stand it,” Tripp said, his heart beating fast with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

“Pull your legs up and back,” Ben told him softly. “I need you now.” That took Tripp’s breath away. That was what he wanted. He wanted to be needed by Ben.

When Ben finally entered him, Tripp started shaking and couldn’t stop. It stung, but it felt good at the same time, maybe because he’d wanted it for so long. Tripp had never felt so close to someone, so connected. Ben kissed him, a soft wet kiss, and he went on kissing him as he pushed farther and farther inside, until Tripp wasn’t sure where he ended and Ben began.

Tripp titled his head back, breaking the kiss. “This,” he whispered. “This is why they call it making love. I didn’t get it. Not until right this minute.”

“
T
ripp
.” Ben couldn’t hold the emotion back as he whispered it. He felt raw, turned inside out, lost in Tripp. He’d never had sex like this either. Never felt this kind of connection with Roland. Sex had been physical, and that was all.

But with Tripp it was an emotional high. The way Tripp held him, like Ben was the only thing anchoring him, as if he’d be lost without him. Ben hadn’t known how much he needed that. He needed to be needed like that, desperately, with so many strings he was tangled in them, wrapped around Tripp.

He buried his face in Tripp’s neck, and Tripp ran his hand up into Ben’s hair and cupped his head, holding him there. Ben began to move tentatively at first, but Tripp’s firm counter-moves convinced him he could use him harder, and when he did Tripp moaned with abandon.

Every detail of the moment was burned into Ben’s memory—the way Tripp smelled like beer and sweat and soap, the slick feel of his sweaty skin rubbing against Ben, the little sound he made in the back of his throat each time Ben pushed inside him. Tripp was shaking so hard, but Ben knew instinctively it wasn’t fear or pain that caused it. It was the intensity of the pleasure, the weight of the emotions coursing through him. The same thing was happening to Ben. He tried to remember if he’d felt this way with Roland, but knew he hadn’t. He couldn’t remember a single time they were together or what it had been like at all because Tripp had pushed those memories out.

Ben slid his arms down and hooked Tripp’s knees around his elbows so he could help keep his legs up. Even though Tripp was in excellent shape, that position grew tiresome after a while. He could feel Tripp relax beneath him after he did it, and he began to move a little faster, a little harder. Tripp’s hands slid from his back to his butt, pulling him in hard with each stroke as Tripp made that throaty, sexy sound.

“This is going to be fast,” Ben said, already feeling the warning signs of his impending orgasm. “It feels too good to be in you.”

“Thank God, not just me,” Tripp panted. “So fucking sexy getting fucked. I need to come.”

“Jack off,” Ben told him, bowing his back to give Tripp room to slip his hand between them. “I like that. Come on us.”

“Oh yeah,” Tripp said. He began to stroke his cock fast and hard, and his passage fluttered around Ben, who bit back a gasp at how good it felt.

Then, with a shout, Tripp came, the tendons in his neck straining as he threw his head back against the pillow. Ben could feel the hot pulse of Tripp’s sticky come as it coated his stomach. Tripp was so sexy as he came, and Ben fucked him faster, through the aftershocks that made him tighter even than before, so gloriously tight and hot and all Ben’s, no one else’s, ever.

When Ben came, he cried out Tripp’s name like a mantra.

When it was over Ben collapsed on top of Tripp and Tripp hugged him tight. “Wow,” Tripp said with a breathless laugh. “I like gay sex. A lot.”

“You’re going to be sore in a little while, after the endorphins fade,” Ben warned, his nose buried in Tripp’s neck again. He loved that spot, loved the way it smelled and tasted. He licked the sweat off Tripp’s skin like a cat cleaning him.

“That’s all right,” Tripp said in his Southern drawl. “Then I’ll just fuck you. Won’t be too sore for that.”

Ben shivered at the image of Tripp fucking him. “I like it from behind,” he mumbled. “Deep.”

“Damn, boy,” Tripp said, rubbing his hand along Ben’s back and then down to squeeze his ass. “I can do that. Shit, you’re hot.”

Ben rolled away and pulled off the condom. He tossed it in the wastebasket still next to the bed and wiped himself off with the sheet. He had to wash them anyway.

“You are burning up this bed,” he told Tripp. “I didn’t even know sex could be like that.” He laughed incredulously. “I just discovered that Roland sucked in bed. How about that? Eight years, only guy I was ever with, and he was a terrible lover and I never knew it.”

Tripp rolled over and cuddled into Ben’s side, his head on Ben’s shoulder. “You were amazing. I don’t need a comparison to know that. You made the top of my head blow off. I’m sure glad you were the one to pop my gay cherry.”

Ben laughed. “I’m sure glad too,” he said. “But just in case you were wondering, you were great. Better than great. Amazing. Wonderful. Fucking fantastic.”

“Got it,” Tripp said. “Told you I was pretty close to perfect.”

“I can’t believe I ever doubted it,” Ben said, squirming so that they were face-to-face, wrapped around each other. “I want to clean you up a bit and then lick every perfect inch of you.”

“Boy, you got the best lines I ever heard,” Tripp said appreciatively.