“Touch me, too,” I repeated. “I want to feel your hands on me.”
He reached for me clumsily, tugging at my hoodie. I released him long enough to pull it off. When I settled back beside him, skin to skin, we both groaned at the contact.
His hand found me through my sweatpants. The touch was inexperienced but eager. I pushed into his palm, showing him the rhythm.
“Like this?” he asked.
“Perfect,” I breathed.
We moved together, hands learning, mouths finding skin. I kissed his neck, his shoulder, the hollow of his throat. He gasped my name over and over again.
The heat built between us, inevitable and overwhelming. His hand tightened on me, and I knew I wasclose. I was way too close, and I didn’t want this to be over so soon.
As I kissed him, he sighed my name into my mouth, his hand moving a little faster over the fabric of my sweatpants. It didn’t matter that he was inexperienced. In fact, the excitement of the novelty made him even hotter to me.
A wavy lock of hair fell over his brow as he pulled his head back from me, looking into my eyes. His hand slowed down, and I throbbed against his palm. Bennet cocked his head and moved his hand higher, reaching my abs, then letting his fingers slip under the waistband of my sweatpants and boxer briefs. “Can I?” he whispered. He was only asking to be nice at this point.
“You abso-fucking-lutely can,” I said, barely holding back a growl that rumbled in my chest.
As his slender fingers reached lower and curled around my hard cock, we both widened our eyes and opened our mouths in a silent prayer, a wordless plea to hold back, to slow down, to make it last.
I dug my feet into the mattress and pushed myself higher along the bed, closer to Bennet. I pushed myself until I rolled Bennet onto his back, and then I crushed my mouth against his, thrusting my tongue between his lips and seeking the tip of his, licking him and kissing until my mind spun.
Bennet’s free hand reached for the waistband of my sweatpants on the small of my back, thumb hooking under it and hand tugging it down. He yanked the rest of my clothes over my ass and grabbed my cheek sohard I nearly came inside his fist, excitement flaring through me like mad.
My cock throbbed fast and hard, so hard that Bennet stopped moving. “No, no,” he whispered. “Not yet.”
I barked a laugh, head dropping next to his, lips automatically tracing his shoulder and finding his neck.
“You laugh, but I spent all day getting ready,” he said, the smart pout on his face finally showing itself in a whole new light. He bit his lip and paused as his face turned a darker shade of pink. “I’m not leaving until you fuck me so hard that I’m gasping.”
My heart thundered. I could imagine the glowing coals inside my own eyes as I gazed at him. “We have all night, baby,” I said.
Bennet didn’t say anything to that. He just wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me down onto him. I sank gladly into the mattress with him underneath me. Bare skin on bare skin, mouth on mouth, tongues teasing and playing, fire burning hotter and brighter inside of us.
I wiggled my hips and let my sweatpants and underwear slide a little lower, my hard cock pressing against Bennet’s, tingles shooting through my veins. He shuddered under me, swallowing back a moan that rocked him.
His long eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes wider, looking at me, holding his breath as the plea grew stronger and brighter and more desperate onhis face. “Lie on your back,” he said. “I want to try something.”
I leaned down and kissed the tip of his nose because I couldn’t help myself. And when that didn’t feel quite enough, I moved my head up a bit and kissed his eyelid just as he closed his eyes. Then I kissed the other one. Then I kissed his lips softly and finally let myself roll off him and onto my back.
Bennet fell into my left arm as he turned around, lingered there a moment, then climbed on top of me. He slid down inch by inch, kissing my collarbones, my pecs, my nipples, and my abs. Finally, after minutes of gentle worship, he exhaled a heated breath, warmth washing over my cock so nicely that I trembled all over.
“Fuck, you’re really big,” Bennet blurted in a quick breath. He wrapped his hand around my cock again, holding it firmly.
“Take it easy,” I said, keeping my voice light and soft. “I’m going to enjoy it, whatever you do.”
Bennet let out a little laugh, lasting a heartbeat only, then licked his lips, eyes big and gaze locked onto my face. As he leaned his torso down, he pulled my cock upright, and it was nearly as long as his face. Bennet’s chin was at the base, and the tip reached just above his eyebrow.
It had been a problem, from time to time.
But I didn’t care. I didn’t worry. We didn’t need to do anything he couldn’t handle, and I would still have the time of my life. All I wanted was to see pleasurerippling over his face, making his muscles twitch and tremble, and I would be in heaven.
Bennet’s lips touched the base of my cock, warmth making sweat break over my body. I lifted my hands and tucked them under my head, letting him do whatever he wanted. I tried so hard to tame my excitement, to stay cool, to not fall apart, but it was difficult to hold on to it when he was so fucking cute.
His lips dragged along my length, closing around the tip of my cock and letting the new wave of heat wash over me. He was so wet and warm that I wanted us to stay like this and never change a thing. I wanted this moment to freeze and remain unchanged forever.
Bennet’s mouth opened wider as he lowered his head, the look in his eyes indescribable and endearing in equal measures. It was a plea, and it was pure reverence. He gazed at me for encouragement, but also in defiance. He would prove himself, the look said, even though I needed no more proof that he had all that I could ever want.