The lovemaking continues for Ryan and Ben in this week's episode of In Pieces. Together at last! What can possibly go wrong? Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
In Pieces #37 (9.3)
Ryan wasted no time in scrambling onto his bed, into Ben’s
waiting arms. He nuzzled Ben’s neck, inhaling him. Ben wound his arms about
him, pressing their bodies close together. He tangled his fingers in Ryan’s
hair, clutching at him as if he’d never let him go.
Ryan was no virgin. He’d had a few lovers over the past ten
years, but none who felt nearly as good as Ben did at this very moment. No
wonder his relationships had never lasted. Somewhere in his heart he’d always
known Ben was the one, and everyone else was but a pale imitation of him.
Ben was warmth, Ben was security… Ben felt like coming home.
Making amends for something that should always have been which had been torn
asunder through no fault of their own. They couldn’t change the past but they
could write their own future from here on. Beginning with tonight.
Ryan began to kiss his way up Ben’s neck, the fine hairs
tickling his lips, then along his jawline. He loved the feel of Ben beneath
him, loved the way Ben held on to him. Ben’s grip was a little tight, but he
wasn’t about to tell him to lighten up. A little pain mixed with pleasure
wasn’t a terrible thing. It probably gave Ben something to hold on to, he
realized.
He worked his way up to Ben’s lips and claimed them. Ben’s
were soft and pliant and moist and wonderful—they parted at his touch. Ryan licked
the upper lip, then the bottom, feeling Ben shiver at his touch before he
plunged his tongue inside Ben’s willing mouth. Their tongues began to mesh and
explore each another, connecting on an all new level.
Ben’s next move surprised Ryan—he rolled them over so that
now he was on top of Ryan. He pulled back from their kiss, and it took Ryan a
moment to register what he had in mind. He reached between them and grasped
Ryan’s aching cock. A thin stream of precum leaked from the head, slicking
Ben’s hand as he began to pump.
Damn, so good.
Ryan lost himself to the pure pleasure of Ben’s touch. If
Ben kept this up, though, he’d never be able to last and he was determined to
last. He wanted to be inside of Ben so badly he could almost taste it. What if
Ben didn’t feel the same way? That sobering thought was quickly dispelled when
Ben positioned himself above Ryan’s cock.
“No, wait, we need—”Ryan’s words died away as Ben lowered
himself onto him. Ryan could do no more than moan as his cock was enveloped in
Ben’s velvety warmth. So very tight, so incredibly soft at the same time. He
should have stretched him, should have prepared Ben to take him, but Ben had
taken him by surprise and Ryan’s second brain was doing all the thinking.
Ben was completely seated now and he’d stopped moving. Ryan
glanced up. Was he all right? Had they moved too fast? He had no idea what sort
of experience Ben had. Surely he’d had other lovers over the past ten years.
Ben’s eyes were closed and he breathed in short bursts of air. Was he in pain?
Maybe Ryan needed to pull out.
But before he could put his though into action, Ben’s eyes
opened again, and the most beatific expression spread across his face. “Oh
God,” he moaned. “This is… better than… I ever….”
Ryan was shocked. Was this Ben’s first time? How could that
be? As gorgeous as Ben was? Why hadn’t
there been others? Guilt battled with pride in knowing he’d made Ben feel this
way, and that he was Ben’s first, and the reason why felt suddenly unimportant.
“Ben, are you okay? I didn’t mean to hurt you…”
“You didn’t,” Ben assured him. “It burned, but only for a
moment.” As if to prove his point, he began to rock on Ryan’s cock, at the same
time grinding himself against Ryan’s crotch. Ryan’s guilt was already
dissolving into pure pleasure. He let Ben control their movements, thrusting up
with his hips to match Ben in their dance. They quickly fell into a mutual
rhythm, pacing one another, slowly at first, then with a growing urgency. When
Ben leaned down to kiss Ryan, he whispered, “Get on top of me… please…”
Ryan wasted no time in complying. He reversed their
positions without dislodging himself. Ben’s pale body glistened with sweat, and
his eyes were glazed with lust, his lips swollen and pink. His streaked blond
hair spread across the pillow, almost like angelic wings. Ben was his angel,
always had been. To tell the truth, Ryan had never seen him look quite so
lovely. So pure and yet so wanton, as if he’d just bit into the fruit of the
Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.
“Oh yes, yes, yesssssss.” Ben’s hand reached for his own
hardness and began to pump. “Harder,” he encouraged Ryan. “Harder.” He lifted
his legs, circling Ryan’s waist, locking his ankles against the small of Ryan’s
back, offering a better angle of attack.
Ryan thrust in a continuous motion that Ben matched, moving
as one unit. Ryan held out as long as he could, willing Ben to come, but his
crescendo was fast approaching. It wouldn’t be long now.
Their orgasms seemed to hit at the same moment, one feeding
off of the other, their bodies
combusting into a fever pitch, energy flowing
between them in waves while they rode their highs. And when they had nothing
else to give, they collapsed together on the bed, breathless and spent, and
very much together.
This had been all Ryan had hoped for… and more.
He eased his weight from Ben to the bed, as they settled
into their familiar positions, Ben with his head on Ryan’s damp chest, Ryan
holding him tenderly.
Now they were complete.
to be continued
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