Free Blackmailing Benjamin (Full Trilogy) by Ophelia Bell Page B

in a gruff, urgent voice. His hands tugged at the hem of Ben’s shirt, pulling it off over his head. He immediately switched to Ben’s jeans, ripping at the buttons and zipper, shoving them and his boxers down over his hips. Andre didn’t waste time pulling them all the way off, but pressed his hips in again and gripped their cocks together in his hand.
    Ben took hold of them both, too, just above Andre’s grip, and they stroked in tandem, each thrusting against each other. He tilted his head back and accepted Andre’s mouth against his again, moaning in ecstasy as the friction of their cocks rubbing in their palms sent currents of pleasure through his body.
    Andre’s tongue swept in hungry licks between Ben’s lips, plunging in and surging out again. He nipped and bit as his hips continued their slow grinding against him, his cock hot and soft as velvet in their shared grip. His free hand tangled in Ben’s thick hair and tugged his head back. Hot lips descended to Ben’s neck and the bites continued, each one reminding Ben how much he had missed Andre’s touch and how much he needed to feel consumed utterly and completely by this man. He hadn’t forgotten what a joy it was to lose himself with utter abandon to someone he loved.
    It didn’t matter now. All that mattered was Andre’s touch and the rising vibration of their cocks against each other. Andre’s balls smacked against his own, their soft weight adding their own sensual caress. He let out a low, long moan, which Andre echoed, sinking his teeth harder into Ben’s shoulder. Before he could register them, the waves of pleasure surged through him with violence and his hips bucked up into their hands. Hot streams of semen shot in unison from both tips of their cocks, the bulk of it painting stripes along Ben’s stomach.
    Ben let his hand fall to his side and released a stuttering sigh. Andre still held them both within his large, gentle grip, his gaze dropping to stare at them in wonder. He stroked them together again.
    “I missed this,” he said. His gaze met Ben’s, but something in his eyes seemed distinctly sad.
    Without having to ask, Ben understood that look. In spite of the amazing reunion, something was still missing.
    “You haven’t seen her, have you?” Ben asked.
    Andre expelled a deep breath and handed Ben his discarded towel. “Not for months. We lost touch after the season started. I tried, but she stopped answering my calls and texts.”
    “Are you busy tonight?”
    “Only with you,” Andre said.

Belonging to Benjamin: Chapter 3
    B en only took enough time to shower and try to shake off some of the travel weariness before the pair of them hopped into Andre’s car to head to Georgetown where Kat lived.
    “You should have called,” Andre said.
    Ben nodded, letting his eyes fix in the distance on the darkening sky and the rising moon.
    “I’ve made a lot of mistakes. But I’m here now, so hopefully that counts for something.”
    “Well, like I said, I haven’t seen her in months, but I have friends who know her. I don’t know if we’re going to like what we find.”
    Ben’s stomach twisted. “What do you mean?”
    “I mean it sounds like she’s been in a dark place for a long time. You know her, man. She wouldn’t even talk to me, and trust me, I tried. I even went to her place once around Christmas, but she wouldn’t open the door. So I just left her present in the hallway.”
    “Maybe she’ll let us in when she finds out what I have to tell her.”
    Andre glanced at him then turned back to the road. “It better be good to get her to come out of her shell again.”
    “It has to do with our parents.”
    “You mean like something tragic?”
    “Depends on your perspective. Losing each other was pretty tragic. But no, not tragic — nobody’s dead, anyway.”
    Andre relaxed a bit. “That’s good.”
    “Yeah, but they’ve apparently known about us all along, or at least for awhile. It wasn’t you my mother