Built 4 It (Love-Bots, Book Three)

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An Excerpt From: BUILT 4 IT

Copyright © DAISY HARRIS, 2012

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Ben scraped a firm line across Kee’s face. The skin under the razor tingled—like cold heat. Then Ben did it again, this stroke longer and curving all the way under Kee’s chin. The sensation was incredible, totally unlike those quick, terrified moments Kee remembered in this same room. At the next pass of the blade over his skin, Kee growled his approval.

In response, Ben stilled—but only for a moment. “That’s not too bad, right?” A happy smile tipped the edge of Ben’s mouth. He looked fresher when he grinned—newer and very young for a human.

Kee would have answered, but he did not want that flavor in his mouth. “Mmm hmm.” He struggled to keep the lust out of his eyes.

Ben changed his angle to shave the other side of his face. “You’re doing well.” He moved so close they might be kissing, so Kee’s sex pressed flat on his belly. Both of them gasped at the contact, but neither acknowledged the reason. It was a competition now—who could feign coolness longer.

With quick strokes, Ben shaved Kee’s top lip. The movement tickled, but not as much as the way Ben shifted. A firm weight pressed into one of Kee’s thighs—Ben’s answering excitement bowing forward his towel.

Kee could have roared his conquest. His skin, mouth and sex sizzled with an electric current of desire. Lust-drowned, Kee followed Ben to the running water and rinsed the now-smooth skin of his face.

Ben urged him under completely, until the warmth drenched Kee’s body. The human ran his hands all over. There was something on Ben’s hands—like cream but not as puffy. Kee closed his eyes and took in the care and the washing. Lo never would have treated Kee this way. He wouldn’t have dared. Ben’s fingers stroked everywhere—under Kee’s arms, along his back. Ben’s touch stroked up one leg and into the thatch of hair at his upper thighs. Kee thrust forward in offering, but Ben pulled back a moment too soon, not exploring the places Kee hoped.

And then Ben’s hands were in his hair, on his scalp. Fingernails scrubbed hard, maddening circles. So much Kee bowed his head, moaning at the pleasure of it. Ben’s touch was genius. Lo would never have known to do these things. Sweet as Kee’s lover had been, he was innocent to these subtle pleasures.

“Don’t open your eyes.” Ben sounded as breathless as Kee felt. “I have to wash out the shampoo.” He pressed Kee’s head under the water. Long streams of it rolled over Kee’s skin.

Ben strummed his fingers through the streams, washing the bitter soap and slippery shampoo. “You can open your eyes now.”

Kee unclenched his eyelids to see Ben standing nearby, his soaking-wet towel clutched in front of his hips. His expression looked pained…or maybe just scared. His eyes were wide, his lips damp, his face hot with color. He quivered like an open invitation.

Ben could hardly bear to look at Kee. He was… Well, the best way to describe it was “breathtaking” since Ben was struggling to breathe. It felt as if the air had become thinner, as if they had been flown to a high altitude and left in a mountaintop cave.

Without the thin beard on his face, Kee looked ruggedly handsome, and much younger. His green eyes sparkled with lust, and his lips were so pink and soft-looking that Ben could hardly keep his eyes off them.

Kee stepped closer. He leaned forward and closed his mouth over Ben’s top lip.

A moment passed between them where Ben wondered if he was terrified or excited. And where Kee must have wondered the same. Kee held his body away from Ben’s, his hips tucked back so that his splendid erection didn’t touch Ben’s towel.

Ben’s hands shook, his body shook. But his dick pounded in hot answer through the damp and scratchy fabric. In a moment of brave recklessness, Ben let go and allowed the sloppy mess to fall to the floor. He nodded—not sure why, but wanted Kee to know whatever was going to happen he was giving his assent. This wasn’t punishment for Ben’s sins, but pleasure given freely. Then, with a moan like a sob, Ben opened his mouth.

Kee growled and slanted his head to deepen the kiss. He licked at Ben’s tongue, urging Ben to respond, teasing Ben’s lips wider. He pressed forward, his bare dick brushing Ben’s.

Gasping, Ben eased forward at the slow glide of flesh. The sensation was so sharp and luscious it almost hurt. He held out as long as he could, with only the gentle rasp of skin on skin. When his groin clenched and he couldn’t stand the softness any longer, Ben bucked forward to crush their hips together, their cocks flattening on firm bellies between them.

“Ah.” Kee gripped Ben’s hips and thrust up into Ben’s abdomen, rubbing deeper. “So good.” He grabbed Ben’s ass cheeks, squeezing and spreading until Ben stepped his legs apart. Kee slid his fingers into his crease and to the sensitive patch behind his testicles.

Ben’s heart threatened to pound right out of his chest. His hips bucked against the other male. He couldn’t think about what might happen next or if real-life sex scared him. His mind and body sang in unison for the first time in Ben’s life. And the name of the song was Yes.

“Ah, Ben.” Kee kissed him quickly, and then fell to his knees.