I’ll show you all the things you’ve been afraid of asking for, I thought.Just give me time, and I’ll make you fly.
As our bodies fell into the rhythm—not by design or experience or some secret knowledge, but by chance and by simply following what seemed to feel right for both of us—I picked up the pace. I sped up little by little, waiting for the sound of Bennet’s voice and the speed of his panting to tell me whether to slow down or keep going. And as I sped up, the intensity grew.
Sweat dripped from my forehead, and I slammed my mouth against Bennet’s, moaning into him and fucking him harder as we let our bodies coil and twist and contort around each other.
Bennet pushed my back just a little and huffed. “Lie on your back,” he whispered. “Please.”
I rolled us around so suddenly that he yelped in surprise and laughed, then quickly continued to moan as he sank down on my cock. His head dropped back as I settled on the mattress with Bennet sitting on top of me.
His dick was slick along the shaft, precum still dripping and making me salivate.
As he swayed his hips gently back and forth, taking me deeper into his body again, I brushed my thumb over his cock and sucked the precum off my fingertip. “You’re so fucking delicious,” I said.
“You like that?”
“Hell yeah,” I said, resting a hand on the small of his back for support as he slowly leaned back and back and back, his dick rising like a mast between us.
I sat up as Bennet planted his hands far behind his back and leaned away from me, still managing to move his hips up and down, sliding along my cock. The movement made his cheeks press together, adding pressure to my aching cock, and I lived for every second of it.
I bent down, too, hands on his hips to aid his movement, and I managed to lean low enough to just about catch the tip of his cock with my lips. Maybe a few months of doing yoga would have been useful now because I wanted so much more of him, but I did what I could, and I made sure he stayed inside my mouth for another heartbeat. And another. And another.
His precum was sweet and salty in equal parts on my tongue. His dick throbbed harder as he swayed upand down my cock, rising higher each time to thrust himself into my mouth. When he whimpered in warning, I grabbed him hard by the hips and made him stay where he was until cum spilled into my mouth and he shuddered so hard that I couldn’t hold him together if I wanted to.
Hot and delicious, Bennet’s cum filled my mouth excitedly, spilling fast and hard while his voice rose high in a litany of profanity. He lifted himself higher still, slipping off my cock as he rammed his into my mouth, and I took him all.
Then, as he calmed, he pushed me onto my back again, panting and sweaty. He took my cock into his hand and sat down on me again, releasing a deep breath of air with satisfaction and riding me hard until the pressure and the grind drove me far over the line and made me explode with lust and pleasure.
I came hard inside of him, filling the condom and pulsing through him until I was completely spent and catching my breath.
Bennet rose carefully, legs shaking and fingers trembling.
As he rose, I rose with him, wrapped my arms around him, and pulled him down so hard we toppled onto the bed together. He wasn’t getting away from me. Not even for a quick shower. I wouldn’t let him.
Just for a moment, I desperately needed to hold him.
I lay on my back with Bennet half on top of me, his head tucked under my chin like it belonged there. Ourlegs were tangled, skin slick with sweat, the sheets a wreck beneath us. My chest rose and fell hard, breath still catching on the aftershocks. Everything felt loose and heavy and unreal in the best way.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke.
Bennet shifted first, a small movement that sent a warm awareness through me anyway. His fingers traced absent patterns on my chest, not exploring, not testing. Just grounding. Like he was reassuring himself that I was still here.
“You okay?” I asked quietly.
He hummed against my skin, the sound vibrating straight through me. “Yeah. Just…processing.”
I smiled and pressed a kiss into his hair. It smelled faintly like soap and sweat and him. “Same.”
I pulled the blanket up around us and adjusted until he was more comfortable, my arm firm around his back. He sighed, the sound soft and open, and relaxed into me fully. The way he trusted the moment hit me harder than anything that came before.
I brushed my thumb along his spine, slow and steady. “You did great,” I murmured, because I needed him to hear it out loud.
He let out a quiet laugh, breathless and disbelieving. “You say that like there was a test.”
“There wasn’t,” I said. “But if there had been, you’d have crushed it.”
He lifted his head just enough to look at me, eyes warm and dazed behind his lashes. “You’re impossible.”
“Yeah,” I said. “You’re figuring that out.”