Let's Not Talk About Tomorow

Jon

"I can't believe you're making me do this" I grumbled as I tied my laces

"I'll make it up to you later" Ben smirked, smacking me lightly on the bum

"You better" I glared at him

"Enough of the sexual tension, please" Jake interrupted

"Will you be alright on your own?" I asked Ben worriedly

"I'll be fine, baby. Enjoy your run"

"Shut up" I scowled

"Don't make me punish you later" Ben murmured in my ear as he pulled me into an embrace. He pecked me on the lips "See you later"

"Bye" Me and Jake chorused in unison

Panting, I collapsed on the steps leading up to our front door. I have never been so tired in my life. My legs were like jelly. Jake laughed and helped me to my feet, his cheeks were flushed a healthy pink after running but he was holding up better than I was. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead. Jake helped me through the door before letting go of me to untie his shoes.

"Hello" Ben shuffled into the hall way "How was your run?" I just stuck my middle finger up at him, incapable of speaking complete sentences

"It was good" Jake informed him "I'm going in the shower first "Quickly, he ran up the stairs before and locked himself in the bathroom.

"That wasn't very polite" Ben approached me

"Ben, I'm not in the mood. I'm too tired to ride you"

"I don't want you to ride me, frankly, I miss being dominant in bed" My eyes widened and the front of my shorts tightened considerably at the thought of it "But of course if you're too tired...."

"Me, tired?!" I jumped up "Oh, Benny, please!" I had missed Ben being dominant more than I'd like to admit. Just the thought of him fucking me into the mattress made my mouth go dry.

"Please what?" He cocked his head to one side

"Please fuck me" I breathed

"Hmmm, I don't think I should. Beg for it" Teasingly, he ran his hand up the inside of my thigh

"Benny" I whimpered

"Do you want me to fuck you or not?"

"Please! Benny, I need you! Fuck me until I can't walk tomorrow! Mark me, make me yours! Please! I've been a good boy!"

"Look at you" He chuckled "So desperate and hard for me. I've barely touched you. I want you naked when I get upstairs"

I sprinted upstairs, my tiredness long forgotten. Quickly, I discared of my clothes and lay on the bed, rifling through our bedside drawers for lube. I drizzled a generous amount on my fingers and positioned one at my entrance. I knew how much Ben loved it when I fingered myself. I was 3 fingers in when I heard him outside of the door.

"Fuck!" I cried out as I curled my fingers, hitting my prostate.

"Started without me?" Ben growled as he shut the door "Get your fucking fingers out of yourself"

"I'm sorry, Benny" I mumbled, not daring to look at him "I just..."

"Just what?" He yanked on my hair, forcing me to look at him. I swallowed, fuck I was loving this. He was so sexy when he was angry.

"I know you like it when I finger myself"

"Only when you have permission" He sat astride my stomach and held my wrists above my head, reaching in the drawer for a pair of handcuffs. He attached me to the headboard. I whimpered pathetically as his fingers traced a delicate path up and down my body. "You love it when I play with your nipples, don't you?" Ben murmured as his fingers played with them. I choked, jerking up at his touch, Ben smirked.