Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“Good,” Benny said, eye flickering with flames. “Lean back and relax then.”
16
BENNY
Sam’s body turned to clay in my hands. He melted into the bed as I played with his ass, fingering him, watching his eyes roll back. His mouth formed an O, his leaky dick letting me know just how much he liked what I was doing.
He wasn’t lying about his transformation into a hungry bottom. Sam took one finger, then two of my fingers, like a pro.
But I knew he wanted more. And so did I.
“One second,” I said, slowly pulling out of him. I went over to my bathroom and grabbed a plush navy blue towel. “Here, let’s put this underneath us. Lube stains are a bitch to clean.”
Sam laughed and shifted over so I could place the towel down. He lay on top of it and looked up at me, his eyes glassy with want and something else. Trust. That knocked the wind out of me more than anything. He looked wrecked already, and I hadn’t even… fuck. This was bad. I was falling… no. I’d fallen for this man. Years ago, I’d fallen hard for this man, and it was happening all over again.
I grabbed some lube from the nightstand and slicked up my fingers before I leaned down and kissed the inside of his thigh. Soft. Slow. A promise.
“You okay?” I asked, voice low.
He nodded. “Better than okay.”
I kissed a little higher, then higher still. My tongue traced the crease of his leg while my fingers worked into him again, slow and steady. His legs trembled slightly as I pressed in deeper.
“You feel so good,” I whispered. “Like you were made for this.”
His hips rolled up. “Benny, I… Oh fuck.”
I moved up his body, kissing a trail along his stomach, his chest, over his collarbone. I paused to press my lips to the spot just beneath his ear, then across his jaw. He turned into the kiss, our mouths catching—messy, deep, warm. We kissed like we’d been waiting years for this.
Because we had.
“I’ve thought about this so many times,” Sam murmured, thumb stroking the side of my neck. “Thought about you. Wondered what it’d feel like to have you like this. Inside me.”
I smiled against his lips. “Me too. Are you ready for more?”
“Yes, please.” His breathy tone nearly knocked me out.
I leaned over and opened the nightstand again, grabbing the condom. I opened it and rolled it on, then kissed him again. He watched me as I stroked some lube along my length, his eyes lit with a burning red-hot fire. I lined myself up.
“Go slow,” he said, voice shaking just a little.
I nodded, lifted his legs to give me more access.
When I pushed in, we both let out a hissing exhale. I went slow enough to feel every inch of him take me, his body clenching around me, drawing me deeper. I had to stop halfway through to breathe. He felt too good. Too much. I held myself there, allowing him to get accustomed to having me inside him.
The way his body gripped me, welcomed me, it made something in my chest seize. I was buried inside the boy I used to lie awake dreaming about, and somehow it felt both brand new and like coming home all at the same time.
“You’re okay?” I asked again, even though I already knew the answer.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “Hurt a bit at first, but not anymore. I want all of it.”
I pushed the rest of the way in and buried myself there, just holding still, feeling us connect in a way that was so much more than physical. The velvet hot heat that encased me was intense. I wanted to be tangled up in Sam like this for the rest of eternity.
Then I started to thrust, pull back and thrust, pull back and thrust. Rocking into him. Earning full body shudders with every push.
“Oh fuck, Benny. Fuck yeah. Holy fuck.”
“You like how that feels? Having a hard dick in your ass?”
“I fucking love it. Fuck yeah, give it to me.”
We moved like we had all the time in the world, like the stars outside the window were standing still just for us. I rocked into him slowly, leaning down and brushing our foreheads together, murmuring how good he felt, how beautiful he looked like this, spread open and flushed and mine.
He kissed me between gasps, his legs around my waist, his cock throbbing between us. I slid a hand down to stroke him in rhythm with our bodies, slick and firm, timed to every roll of my hips.
Eventually, the pace picked up. His moans turned to desperate little whimpers, and I could feel him getting close.
“Benny,” he gasped, eyes fluttering. “Don’t stop. Please—”
I didn’t.
We switched once, him on top, riding me with shaky thighs and pink cheeks, his hair falling over his eyes. He looked like every fantasy I ever had.