Point Pleasant (73 page)

Ben hummed, and the vibrations of the sound rumbled around the cock between his lips. He tightened the inner muscles of his mouth to increase the gentle suction.

“Please,” Nicholas chanted like a litany. “Please, oh fuck, Ben. Your
mouth
. Can I—”

Ben sucked in response, and he reached up to squeeze at Nicholas’ thigh in confirmation.

With his hand still holding onto the back of Ben’s head, Nicholas moved his hips. The pace was slow and easy. Ben flicked his tongue at the end of the length when it was withdrawn, giving him a moment to take a quick breath before Nicholas pushed forward again.

Somehow, Nicholas ended up on his feet. He stood with his cock buried down Ben’s relaxed, welcoming throat and thrust with an increasing tempo. He watched, apparently transfixed, as his spit-slicked cock slipped in and out of Ben’s lips. The muscles of his ass tensed and tightened under Ben’s hands. Ben dug his fingernails into the skin and moaned.

“Ben, I can’t—”

Nicholas gave a sharp thrust of his hips, and his body went straight and rigid. His fingers tightened in Ben’s hair to the point of yanking. A salty, bitter fluid filled Ben’s throat, and he struggled to swallow it all, though he felt some dribble down his chin as Nicholas’ hips convulsed. He gripped Nicholas tighter to urge his lover to still his movements.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Nicholas cried out, his head thrown askew in ecstasy.

Ben inhaled through his nose and gently pushed at the delicate arch of the hipbones before him to ease Nicholas’ length out of his lips. He had a few seconds to take a deep lungful of air before Nicholas hauled him to his feet and pulled him into a thorough kiss. Nicholas darted his tongue into Ben’s mouth and seemed careless of the fact that he could probably taste himself.

Graceless and unbalanced, they fell together onto the bed. Nicholas shuddered when Ben brushed tender fingertips over the head of his softening cock.

“Fuck,” he whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut.

Ben smiled as he sucked at the bruise on Nicholas’ neck.

I did that
, he thought.

Nicholas lay panting and flushed. Vulnerable little grunts and moans still escaped his lips as he descended from his high.

I did that too.

Nicholas pressed his index finger to Ben’s closed lips. Ben opened them and sucked the finger in and swirled his tongue around its tip just as he had done with Nicholas’ cock.

“Fuck,” Nicholas repeated.

Note to self,
Ben thought.
Do that often.
He stretched out on his back on the bed and smiled to himself. He listened to the sound of Nicholas’ stunted breathing until it regulated.

The mattress shifted when Nicholas sat upright. He pulled Ben further up the bed so that his head was on a pillow. “Stay there,” Nicholas said, his voice low and commanding.

“What happened to ‘please?’” Ben asked, but he did not move from the position.

Nicholas shot Ben a wry smirk and stood. He walked to the table where he had dropped his bag.

Ben took the moment to appreciate Nicholas’ round, toned ass and the reddened fingernail scratches that covered his skin. Nicholas held a bottle of lube when he turned.

Always be prepared,
Ben thought with amusement.

Nicholas resumed his place at Ben’s side and slipped his left arm underneath Ben’s head before he leaned down for another kiss. His tongue slid across Ben’s gums, and Ben’s skin prickled.

“Sheriff,” Ben whispered. “What are you planning?”

“I’m planning on making you scream,” Nicholas said. “And moan, and writhe, and beg.”

“Beg for what?” Ben asked.

Nicholas’ teeth caught Ben’s lower lip, and he bit down with care. “Me.”

Before Ben could respond, Nicholas’ slick, lubed fingers clasped at Ben’s thighs to spread them apart. Nicholas had already coated his fingers with the slippery liquid while Ben had been distracted by the kiss. Ben felt the first gentle prod of a finger slip around his opening while the sheriff cradled him in one arm.

Ben gasped. Nicholas brushed the tip of his tongue out over Ben’s mouth to trace his top lip. Simultaneously, Nicholas slipped the finger inside, just barely, and Ben pitched upward. Nicholas adjusted his position and draped one of his legs over Ben’s to keep him in place.

“No,” Nicholas said. “You don’t get to move. Not yet, my love,” he said. As he whispered the term of endearment into Ben’s ear, Ben wanted to cry with joy. “You get to lie here until I make you come. From only this.” He accentuated the point by swirling the tip of his index finger.

Ben whimpered when Nicholas’ digit slid all the way inside. One finger became two, and two soon became three, each added at an agonizing pace that left Ben writhing.

“Please,
move
.”

Nicholas licked across Ben’s lower lip. His fingers slid in and out with ease after the drawn out preparation. “Like this?”

“Yes, yes,
faster
,” Ben insisted, and his hips climbed upwards with each new thrust.

He had no idea how long it lasted; the pace of the digits against his prostate was maddening. His hard cock bounced with every shudder of his body and smeared a puddle of pre-come across his abdomen.

“You love this, don’t you?” Nicholas said. “You love being filled up.”

As if to emphasize the point, Nicholas snaked the fingers of the hand that had been tucked under Ben’s head around and rubbed the middle one to Ben’s lips. Ben drew the fingertip into his mouth without hesitation.

“Fuck,” Nicholas said. “The things I want to do to your mouth.”

Ben bit at the digit between his teeth in response. Nicholas’ other set of fingers drove in at a right angle to place deliberate pressure on Ben’s already over-stimulated prostate.

Nicholas sealed their lips together, though he did not remove his finger. Ben cried out as his neglected cock twitched.

“Nic, please.
Fuck
.” Ben’s release loomed like the long shadows cast by a high mountain at midday, and he wanted nothing more than to burrow himself in the comfort of its shade.

Nicholas held Ben tighter, kissed him harder, and finger-fucked him faster.

Warmth, light, panic, and a heavy, crushing weight tore through Ben like a cyclone. His hips shot up, frozen in mid-air, and his thighs trembled. The forceful shaking spread upwards to his stomach and shoulders, which heaved and jerked with violence as he crested high.

Ben let out a shout, and his entire body quaked. His untouched cock spewed thick, sticky come while he bit down on the finger in his mouth.

Nicholas receded, and Ben closed his eyes in mourning when the arm disappeared from beneath his neck and the fingers slipped from his ass.

The lubed, condom-covered head of Nicholas’ cock—
hard again, fuck me
—prodded Ben’s left thigh. Nicholas pulled Ben’s hips up so that Ben was tilted at an angle and propped atop Nicholas’ knees. He took hold of his shaft and entered Ben in one long, smooth slide.

Ben arched off the bed and hooked his legs around Nicholas’ waist.

“Kiss me,” he whispered. “Kiss me, please.”

Nicholas complied, sinking deeper as he bent down. His hardness shifted, and Ben felt like the world had spun off its axis when Nicholas’ cock butted his prostate. He cupped Nicholas’ face close to his own as their hips rolled and yawed in unhurried, mirrored movements.

“You feel so good,” Ben murmured into Nicholas’ mouth.

“I love you,” Nicholas said, and he accented his words with a gentle thrust.

His skin glistened with perspiration, and Ben thrashed with every push and pull of his lover’s hips. The muscles of Nicholas’ abdomen quivered prominently each time he buried himself completely inside of Ben.

Ben heaved himself upright. Nicholas helped him to adjust the position until he sat on Nicholas’ lap with his arms draped around Nicholas’ neck.

“I love you,” Ben whispered, keeping still for a moment to drink in the possessive clutch of Nicholas’ hands on his ass. He clenched his muscles around Nicholas’ cock and smiled at the way the other man’s eyes fell shut in response.

Ben braced his hands on Nicholas’ shoulders and pulled himself up in a slow, measured slide. He dropped down again, repeating the action until they rocked in sync.

Unfettered bliss danced across Nicholas’ features. He nuzzled his nose against the arrowhead around Ben’s neck, and Ben forgot about the cheap motel room, about Boston, and about Point Pleasant.

In those sweat-soaked, moan-inducing moments, the only thought in his head was that
this
was home.
Nic is home.

Tiny beads of dampness dripped from Nicholas’ forehead. He drove himself upward, digging his fingertips into Ben’s flesh with each rut of their hips.

“Nic,” Ben whispered. “I need you.”

Nicholas’ pupils had dilated extensively, and the blue of his irises was almost imperceptible. He shouted a curse, pushed Ben onto his back once more, and jerked forward to shove himself as far into Ben as he could manage.

He came with a helpless yell and convulsed. He crashed atop Ben, sprawling out in an inelegant heap, but he kept his hands planted over Ben’s ass and continued to give short, tender thrusts forward even after his orgasm subsided.

The smell of their shared sweat and the scent of their sex clung to the air. They remained interlocked until Nicholas’ breathing regulated. Ben slid his palms across Nicholas’ slick back in soothing circles, noting the way Nicholas’ shoulders shivered in response.

When Nicholas finally withdrew, Ben did not feel empty. Nicholas covered Ben like a blanket. He buried his face into the crook of Ben’s neck and hummed with contentment.

Ben knew that they should move, shower, and go to sleep to prepare for the rest of the drive to Boston, but he was too enthralled by the way Nicholas’ chest rose and fell in time with his own.

Enfolded in the a
rms of his childhood best friend in a motel room in the middle of nowhere—halfway between the town he had grown up in and the city he had lived in for most of his adult life—Ben understood Raziel’s parting words.

Be joyful now, Ben. You are home.

Illustration, Chapter Five. “
Biston betularia
.”

Acknowledgments

I
am so grateful for the obscene amount of support I received for this story. As some readers might already know,
Point Pleasant
began its life as a humble piece of AU fanfiction. If it was not for the amount of love and encouragement from the beautiful people who read the original story, I might never have pushed
Point Pleasant
to stand on its own feet. Thank you, all of you.

Thank you to Svetlana for lending your considerable talents to this project. You captured the world beautifully, and I am honored to share the title page of this book with you.

Thank you to Pinar for cradling this world in your hands like it’s something precious and breakable. I am forever grateful for your enthusiasm.

Thank you to Cassia for being observant, analytical, and an endless source of inspiration and knowledge. You were an absolute rock during the editing process, and I’m indebted to your wisdom and insight.

Thank you to Steph and Fer for your boosts during the initial writing process. You were wonderful sounding boards and editors. Thank you to Leah for being there from the start.

Thank you to my parents, as always, for your boundless support for all the crazy roads I tend to traverse.

Thank you to Steven for putting up with my late nights, my usurping the computer, and my drinking all the coffee. Sorry about that. You are lovely, and I adore you.

About the Author

J
en Archer Wood is an artisanal publisher. She makes great pancakes too. After earning a Masters and a research degree in European art history, she put a ring on her lifelong love affair with the horror genre and wrote her first novel,
Point Pleasant
.

Though she lives in London, Jen is originally from Atlanta, Georgia and has a vast appreciation for her southern heritage and the strange stories that arise from its drawling denizens. She is an admirer of the southern gothic tradition, American urban legends, and the scent of rain on rusty screen doors.