**What to say about this week’s fic? What the Admiral demands, is what you get. So more Ben and Zack, as they navigate their relationship. And also, NSFW. Enjoy!**
Ben had joined the ranks at Marley, Leonard and Smith seventeen years ago, and had been a junior partner for the last five. So I wasn’t surprised the firm was throwing my boyfriend a farewell party. I just hadn’t expected it to be so lavish. Gourmet food and an open bar combined with tailored suits and cocktail dresses had me feeling completely out of place. The last time I’d dressed up was when I had to chaperone the senior ball last spring. I was so far outside of my element, it was all I could do to keep from constantly fidgeting.
But despite the pretentious atmosphere of the restaurant, Ben’s colleagues were pleasant and cheerful. I got the feeling that they would genuinely miss him, but that they were glad for him at the same time. I appreciated how much they cared for Ben, and I liked them all.
Well, all except that bitch Clarissa Deveraux. She was staring at my man like she wanted to unhinge her jaw and swallow him whole. And then take his office. I kept an eye on her, just in case.
The party, though lively, wasn’t anywhere close to what could be described as raucous. It was pleasant, and fun. But I was more than ready to go home. I didn’t know any of these people, and though I’d been visiting for five weeks, I’d only been to Ben’s office a handful of times. I’d met his secretary, Riley, and one of the file clerks, whose name escaped me but that was it. But I tried to keep my weariness inside. This was about Ben, who was changing his life for me, and I would not begrudge him his need to reminisce and celebrate with his colleagues.
Two hours later, things finally would down. As the guest of honor, Ben was among the last to leave. He was smiling uncontrollably, and his cheeks were bright red. He let out a contented sigh and leaned heavily against me. I had to smile.
“My baby is a little bit drunk, huh?” I said softly, guiding him toward the car. I suspected I’d be the one driving home when he’d returned from the bar with his second glass of wine. Glass number three confirmed it, and the fourth was just a bonus.
“Not drunk,” he said with a warm, delicious sounding laugh. “Just tipsy.”
I was sure he was right and glad to hear it. I pointed the car toward home, and had to concentrate on navigating LA traffic. The restaurant wasn’t terribly far from Ben’s condo, but everything in LA was a drive and it took us nearly forty-five minutes to get home again. When Ben didn’t pass out during the drive, I knew he wasn’t lying when he said he wasn’t drunk.
Ten or so minutes from home, he put his hand on my knee, then slowly slid it higher up. His fingers curled around my thigh, and then devilishly brushed toward my groin. I sucked in a breath and adjusted my position in the seat, spreading my legs just a bit more.
Ben’s laugh was wicked.
“You know I love you.” It wasn’t a question. Ben’s statement was soft but firm, and I spared him a glance to see his brown eyes just glowing. The man looked hungry
“I should hope so,” I responded even as I tilted my hips to better feel his fingers. “You’re moving across the country to be with me.”
“Yes. I am.” Ben breathed the words like a vow, even as his tone was filled with heat and want.
I barely bit back a groan, and I grabbed his hand and placed it firmly on my dick, curling his fingers around the bulge. As always, Ben took direction exceedingly well, and he squeezed with exactly the right pressure. I almost missed the turn onto his street, but I made it just in time. I literally sped to his driveway, whipping his sedan into its spot with little finesse. I threw the car into park, and then twisted so I could grab his head and bring his lips to mine.
I devoured him.
When I finally pulled back it was only so I could breathe. Ben’s lips were swollen and red, his entire face flushed with arousal. I wanted him, right then and there. But I had enough decorum not to fuck my boyfriend in his car. Instead, I pulled back farther, unlatched both our seatbelts, and pointed toward the house.
“Get inside,” I commanded, my voice low. “Now.”
Ben moved quickly. He was always eager, and he loved it when I took charge. That worked well for us because I loved being in command. I was only seconds behind him and I caught him just as he crossed over the threshold. I barely took the time to shut the door behind me before I was pressing his body against the entryway wall.
With one hand, I pushed his chin up so I could bite and suck on his neck; with the other, I unhooked and unzipped his pants. They fell to his knees the instant I had them open, and I felt his cock straining at the fabric of his underwear, wanting to be free. I would let it out in just a minute.
“Get out of those pants,” I growled, stepping back just far enough to open my own pants and shove them and my boxers down to my thighs. I kept my gaze fixed on Ben as he struggled to kick out of his shoes. As soon as he got one leg free, I trapped him again, yanking is underwear down. Finally, I had it over his socked foot, the rest still hanging off his other leg. I didn’t care. I pressed in with my hips, and reached down to grab the back of his thighs.
Ben understood what I wanted immediately, and he wrapped his legs around my waist. I braced my feet and slid my hand up the back of his thigh and to his ass.
“You still loose?” I asked softly, right in his ear. He shuddered when I licked the lobe, and arched into me when I bit down. At the same time, I worked a finger into his ass. He was still slick, and though not stretched, his muscles gave easily under my touch. “It’s only been a few hours. Want me back in here? Want me to fuck you hard up against his wall, baby?”
“Yessss,” he hissed out, rolling his hips so his cock left a wet smear on my shirt.
It was ridiculous. We were grown men, nearly fully dressed, and unable to control ourselves, ready to fuck in the hallway. I might have cared if I didn’t want him so damn bad. If I didn’t know he wanted me just as fiercely. With a little maneuvering, I was bracing Ben’s weight and had enough leverage to thrust up. Only when I was ready, did I make sure I had his full attention.
Ben’s eyes burned bright with lust, and I kept my gaze fixed on his ensuring he couldn’t look away as I slid inside his body. It had only been three days since we dispensed with the condoms, and the feeling of going bare was still new and novel enough to make my eyes roll back.
I set a hard and fast rhythm, knowing it was what we both wanted. What we craved. Ben’s grip on my shoulders was tight, and I saw the strain in his shoulders as he tried to find leverage enough to meet my thrusts. Neither one of us wanted to last that long though, so I pounded hard, angling my thrusts until I hit his spot and made him howl. The relentless pressure inside him made him go over the edge, his entire body tensing as he came.
He pulled me over with him, and I thrust hard into his ass, pushing him into the wall, as I came hard and long.
By the time we finally untangled, Ben could barely stand. The combination of two orgasms in six hours, four glasses of wine, and a belly full of good food had him lethargic and sleepy. I loved that look on his face, and the way he leaned against me, trusting me to hold him up.
I loved him too much to ever let him fall.