I could hardly believe our good luck. It still felt like one long, impossible fever dream. My heart was pounding, my entire body quaking with powerful adrenaline pumping through my veins. I could still feel the high energy of the main hall, the way everyone looked at us. It was a victory, one to be celebrated. Wandering through the aisles of beautiful art, mingling with the very same council members who had worried me from the beginning, who now looked at us like we truly belonged—and not just belonged, but belonged together. I was so lucky, so grateful to be the man on Ben’s arm. I had never expected to find this kind of happiness, never in my life.

The art show had gone spectacularly, and we were both on cloud nine as Ben took me by the hand and led me out of the great hall. I was in a daze, a blissful smile on my face as I followed him away from the noise and the crowds, knowing that wherever we were going, I was in for something truly magnificent. All evening, I had felt Ben’s gorgeous, warm brown eyes on me, drinking me in, longing for me in a way I had never experienced before. I wanted him just the same, my body aching to be closer to his all evening. It was almost torture to be so close to him and yet have all these clothes, all this decorum between us. I didn’t know how I had managed to go so long without ripping his tailored suit off and fucking him right there in the midst of the crowd. It was a massive turn-on, seeing him succeed so perfectly despite the ill-wishers like Jack Kensington pulling against him. I was so proud, so amazed by what this gorgeous man had accomplished. Nothing got me hotter than seeing his dreams—our dreams—come true against all odds.

And now, I was going to give him every little reward he could possibly deserve.

We stumbled into the elevator, both of us mashing the up button with a frantic enthusiasm as we laughed and clung to one another. We were a little tipsy after round after round of celebratory toasts, and it was endearing to see the pink tinge warming Ben’s handsome face. He was beyond good looking tonight. Beyond dapper. He was magnificent, and he was mine. He grabbed both of my hands as the metal doors of the elevator slid shut, and he pulled me close, sloppily planting a kiss on my lips. His tongue pushed inside my mouth, and I let him, gladly, as his hands roved up and down my body with hungry passion. I leaned into him a little too hard, and we both went careening into the metal wall, laughing and holding each other. He pushed back just for a moment to gaze into my face, those cinnamon-colored eyes twinkling and gleaming with pure joy and affection. I cupped his face in my hands, taking in the sharp cheekbones and straight slope of his nose, the irresistible curve of his lips, the faint shadow of stubble just beginning to show along his jawline.

“You’re ridiculously good looking, you know that?” I laughed, stroking his cheek.

“Oh, stop. As if you’re not the hottest guy in the world,” he shot back, diving in to kiss me again.

His hands moved up to tangle in my short hair, the hard muscles of his body rippling as he pressed against me, pinning me to the wall. He wedged a leg between my thighs, and I rutted into him, feeling my cock swell and stiffen with need. He barely even had to try. Just his presence was enough to get me hot under the collar, but tonight it was going to be a free-for-all. We had a lot to celebrate, and we knew exactly how to do it.

Ben kissed me passionately, both of us moving slowly together as the elevator ticked up the shaft, floor by floor until there was a cheery DING! and the metal doors slid open with a whoosh. It took a second for us to tear away from one another, just in time to rush out of the elevator cell before the doors could close again. I laughed as Ben pulled me along down the ritzy hallway to his suite, my heart thumping almost painfully in my chest.

He fiddled with the room key for a moment before bursting the door open, the two of us spilling into the room blindly. Ben flicked on the foyer light and shut the door, grabbing me and yanking me close to kiss me again—this time with even more need than before. I could tell he had been pent up all evening, trying to restrain himself while we moved through mixed company. But now we were finally alone, and I could hardly wait to get these clothes off and feel his skin warm and fiery against my own. Ben fumbled with the buttons of my shirt as I shrugged off my suit jacket, never breaking apart for even a second. I reached down to untuck his shirt, tugging it upward. He broke away just to let me pull the shirt up over his head and toss it aside like it was nothing, like it didn’t cost a fortune all on its own. That didn’t matter right now. Nothing mattered except the two of us in our own beautiful little world.

“You killed it tonight,” I murmured as I let Ben strip my button-up off my chest.

“I couldn’t have done any of it without you,” he replied gruffly.

He groaned when he realized I had an undershirt on, as though it was a massive inconvenience that I wasn’t already naked. I laughed and took a half step backward to hastily tear off my clothes while he watched, lips slightly parted, breathing raggedly with desire. His eyes tore over my body, drinking me in like he was thirsty for the sight of me. Like he was a predator surveying his prey just before moving in for the kill.

I loved it. I wanted more.

The very second I unzipped my pants, Ben rushed to me, tugging my pants down along with my boxers. I nearly tripped and fell over as I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants, and before I could even think about the next move, Ben was kneeling in front of me. I gasped as he wrapped both hands around my cock, sliding them up and down while he let out an animalistic growl. He licked his lips, giving me a quick glance before moving in. I nodded, unable to even think clearly enough to speak as he tugged the engorged head of my shaft between his lips. I let my head fall back, and I groaned, feeling my cock twitch in his warm, wet mouth. His tongue rolled up and down the sensitive underside of my shaft while his hands pumped around the base and fondled my tight, heavy balls.

“God, I love your fucking mouth,” I murmured, letting my hands fall to the back of Ben’s head. I pressed ever so gently, guiding him to take more of my length.

He dutifully swallowed me down to the hilt, making me shiver and moan with incredible, overwhelming pleasure. Ben growled as he began to bob up and down, swirling his hands around my thick member in perfect tandem with his mouth. He sucked me hard, as though he was trying to get me off already, but I knew better than that. He wasn’t going to let me off that easy.

Just before he could push me over that teetering edge, he released my cock with a wet pop and hastily stood up, pulling my face to his in a fervent kiss. I loved the way I could taste myself on his lips, on his tongue. As he kissed me, Ben pulled down his pants and briefs, slipping off his shoes along with them so that he was stark naked. He all but ripped off my undershirt, and then we were both naked. I gasped with pleasure when I felt his long, stiff cock slide up against mine. We rocked against each other, rutting like wild, desperate animals while his tongue crashed with mine. He moaned into my mouth as my hands gripped his waist, holding him in place while I slid the length of my cock alongside his. Ben’s lips trailed away from my mouth, along my jaw, down to the ticklish skin of my neck just below my ear. He knew me so well. I shuddered with bliss as he began to kiss my neck, letting his teeth just barely graze the sensitive flesh there. I could hardly remember to breathe in and out when he started to suck on my neck, leaving violet and pink bruises that would thrill me in the mirror for days to come.

“Come on,” I whispered between gasps of pleasure. “Let’s get you to the bedroom.”

“As you wish,” he hissed as his hands slipped down to grope my hips.

He gave my ass a resounding slap that sent shockwaves of mingled pain and bliss through my body, then grabbed my hand and led me quickly across the suite to the bedroom. As soon as we stepped through the doorway, I grabbed him by the shoulders and softly pushed him back onto the bed. He braced himself up on his elbows, watching me with ravenous eyes as I crawled on top of him. I bent to kiss him gently before biting his lower lip, just hard enough to make him squirm with desire. I had an idea—one I was a little nervous about, but I wanted to try.

I turned around and scooted down enough so that I could dip down and pull his hard length into my mouth, moaning as his thickness stretched my cheeks and made them ache deliciously. To my elation, he caught on immediately, grasping me by the hips and maneuvering me into place so he could suck my cock while I sucked his. His tongue laved up and down my twitching member, then back to flick around the sensitive, tight band of muscle around my asshole. I groaned and pushed my face down further, taking his cock all the way down to the root, nearly gagging myself while Ben tasted my tight ass and worked my shaft. It wasn’t long before I was pushing back against him, starting to lose myself to the crashing waves of intense satisfaction. He was so good, his lips so soft, his tongue so expertly following the length of my member and the circular clench of my ass.

“I want you,” he murmured, squeezing my ass in both hands. “I want to fuck you.”

“Then do it,” I replied as his cock popped out of my mouth, my voice raspy and thick with need. “Do whatever you want to me, Ben. I’m yours. You know I’m yours.”

He let out a grunt and grabbed me, spinning me around to kiss me on the lips. His arm reached out and snatched a condom and some lube off the nightstand, never breaking our kiss for even a second as he carefully ripped open the wrapper and pulled out the condom. He rolled it down over his thick cock before rubbing lube over it, moaning as the swollen head pressed against my tight opening. I held my breath, waiting for him to penetrate me. I wanted him inside me—all of him. Without holding back. And I knew damn well that was exactly what he planned to give me tonight.

He held me by the hips, peering up into my eyes with longing as I bit my lip. I slowly, carefully lowered myself down, gasping as the head of his cock speared me open. I closed my eyes tightly, letting him gradually slide deep within me until his tip was brushing against my prostate. I gasped, my fists clenching the pillow on either side of him as I let him guide me. Ben’s hands gently rolled up and down my sides as he slowly withdrew, then speared into me again, harder this time.

“You feel so good, Noah,” Ben whispered. “So fucking tight.”

“I don’t want you to hold back,” I told him, opening my eyes.

He shook his head slowly, his gaze burning into mine. “I won’t,” he promised.

And with that, he reared back and pushed into me hard, his cock slamming against my prostate again. I cried out, nearly collapsing on top of him as I grappled for purchase. Ben slid in and out of my tight ass again and again, fucking me hard. I groaned, unable to form coherent words as waves of pleasure tinged with delicious pain wracked my body.

“You’re perfect,” Ben grunted between thrusts. “Totally perfect.”

“And you’re…a dream,” I murmured, the words slurring together. I was already so close.

Ben wasn’t done with me yet, though.

He took hold of my hips and held me in place for a moment, then muttered, “Turn around. Get on your knees.”

I could only wordlessly obey, my mind a cloud of bliss. I positioned myself on my hands and knees, bending down slightly and pushing my ass up into the air as Ben moved around behind me. His hands slid up and down my back, as though comforting me. It was such a sweet, caring gesture that my heart swelled with affection for this amazing man. I wanted to give him everything. I wanted to spend every day of my life finding new ways to make him smile.

And when he slammed his cock into my ass, I saw stars.

Ben held my hips at first, moving me back and forth with his thrusts, shoving deep inside me until I was gasping and moaning, unable to control myself. I trusted him completely, with my whole being, and I knew he would never do anything to hurt me. This was proof. I normally had a difficult time being vulnerable with anyone, for any reason, but with Ben, it was totally different. I was so secure, so happy to be close to him.

He speared into me again and again, bending over my arched back to reach underneath me and wrap his large hand around my stiffened cock. I cried out as he began to pump my shaft, perfectly timed with his every thrust, bringing me closer and closer to climax with every passing second. I was twitching and seizing up now, my whole body aching for release.

“Oh, that feels so damn good,” I gasped. “I’m so close, Ben. So close.”

“Good,” he hissed between gritted teeth. “I want you to come for me, Noah. Come for me. I want to feel you explode. Do it for me.”

His words shot straight through me, turning me on beyond all reason. I backed up against him, matching the snap of his hips as he slammed deep into my ass again and again, relentlessly fucking me until I couldn’t take it any longer. I held my breath, forgetting to exhale for a moment as the most powerful orgasm of my life ripped through my tensing body. I felt my cock stiffen in Ben’s hand, and then it pulsed repeatedly with waves of pleasure, my slick come spurting all over the bedsheets.

“So good, so good, baby,” Ben rasped, fucking me with abandon now, the rhythm speeding up as he began to lose control, too.

I clenched and pressed back against him even as my body started to weaken. I was determined to get him off and give him what he deserved. Ben grabbed hold of my hips, holding me in place while he reared back and shoved inside me, harder and faster until finally he was crying out my name, burying his cock in my ass and holding stock-still as I felt his come empty out inside me in thick surges. I moaned, dropping my cheek to the pillow as he held me there, pumping into me a few more times as he rode the shockwaves of climax out to the finish.

At last, when he was totally spent, he slid out of me and collapsed on his back. I flopped over beside him, watching as his powerful chest rose and fell, heaving with deep gasps of pleasure. I smiled, blissfully resting my head on his shoulder as we lay together, panting and basking in the glow. It was perfect. Everything was perfect. I could not remember ever feeling so free or so happy, and I knew it was because of Ben. He was all I’d ever wanted, and I could hardly believe my luck in finding him.

Suddenly, a realization sliced through the fog, jolting me with joy.

I knew I had to say it. And not just inside my heart. Out loud.

“Ben,” I murmured, turning to look into his face.

Still gasping a little, he looked down at me with those warm brown eyes, and I felt my heart skip a beat. “Yes, Noah?” he asked, a sweet smile spreading across his lips.

“I have to tell you something,” I said.

He raised an eyebrow and slid an arm around me, pulling me close. He kissed me on the forehead, and I felt like I might actually melt with happiness.

“What is it?” he pressed, looking curious.

I grinned up at him, eyes shining. “I love you,” I said simply.

“Wow,” Ben said, chuckling a little. “That’s awfully lucky. Because I love you, too.”