The Perfect Mess by K. Sterling Read Free Book Online

crashed on the bed next to him and rolled onto his back. He threw an arm over his eyes as his chest heaved. Landon rolled onto his side, peeling the duvet away as he went.
    “I’m sorry, but…” He cringed as Ben raised his head. Ben snorted and his head fell back onto the bed.
    “I truly couldn’t give a damn,” he announced and Landon chuckled as he laid back then moaned lightly as the muscles in his legs ached as he stretched them. Ben reached over and grabbed Landon’s hand and brought it to his lips. “Are you ok?” He asked as he kissed the back of Landon’s hand. Landon felt a flutter of warmth in his chest and quickly dismissed it.
    “Are you kidding me?” He asked loudly and he felt Ben’s lips curve into a smile.
    “That was really…” Ben sighed against the back of Landon’s hand. “Amazing,” he stated and Landon grinned.
    “Yeah. Amazing,” he said and Ben rolled onto his side facing Landon. He still had a hold of Landon’s hand and his lips slid back and forth and pressed delicate kisses to his skin.
    “I’ve never been with a power bottom before,” Ben murmured and Landon’s jaw fell. “I guess I should have expected that you would be a little more aggressive with the way you flirted…” He stopped when Landon laughed. Hysterically. There were tears. When Landon finally stopped Ben looked concerned. Landon gasped for air as he wiped his eyes.
    “I’m not a bottom. I don’t really enjoy it,” he said and Ben’s brows pulled together and his lips twisted as he stared at Landon.
    “Maybe I’ve misunderstood what that means, for like most of my life, because I’m pretty sure you just…” His hand waved between them and Landon nodded.
    “Yeah. I did just do that,” he agreed and Ben nodded slowly.
    “You seemed like you enjoyed it,” he said carefully and Landon nodded vigorously.
    “I enjoyed the fuck out of that. Literally,” he said and Ben chewed his lip as he tried to understand. Landon laughed softly. From the state of Ben’s bed, it was obvious how much he enjoyed it. “I can count on both hands the number of times I’ve done that. I’ve always been a top,” he explained and Ben frowned.
    “Why didn’t you say anything?” He asked and Landon shrugged.
    “I was enjoying myself and I didn’t want you to stop. I guess I’m versatile now, under the right circumstances,” he said and Ben sat up and shook his head.
    “I’m sorry. I just assumed you knew I was a top. I should have asked first,” he said as he went to the bathroom. Landon raised a brow as he watched Ben’s ass as he strode away from the bed.
    “Why would I assume you were a top?” He asked loudly over the sound of water running in the sink. A moment later, Ben appeared with a wash cloth.
    “I’m pretty masculine,” he said and Landon pulled in his lips and became still as Ben bent over him and wiped the washcloth across his skin. He would have already asked to do it himself but he was still confused by Ben’s explanation. He covered Ben’s hand and he paused.
    “May I?” He asked and Ben nodded as he released the cloth and stepped back. Landon wiped himself more thoroughly then sat up. “I’d consider myself masculine,” Landon said as he got up and walked into the bathroom.
    He dropped the washcloth in the laundry basket and washed his hands. When he walked into the bedroom the duvet was folded in the corner and Ben was spreading a quilt over the bed. Ben turned and gestured for Landon to get back in the bed. Landon briefly considered leaving. It would have been the smart thing to do. Thanking Ben for the best date he’d ever been on and the most incredible sex he’d ever experienced and leaving graciously would have been smart. Anything that would happen after Landon got back in that bed would be a mistake.
    “Just about every man I’ve ever fucked was masculine,” Landon said as he walked across the room and crawled onto the bed. He got beneath the sheet and propped up