“I want to fuck you,” he groans in my ear as we head up the stairs.
“Not happening tonight,” I tell him, but my body shivers at the thought. Fuck. I want that so damn badly. “The girls are in my bed.”
“Damn it.” He groans.
Chuckling, I help him to the room. “Shh,” I remind him as we get undressed and ready for bed.
Once we’re under the blanket, Bennett is at my back, his body curving into mine.
“Mhhmm,” he hums in my ear. “I love the way you feel against me.”
His hand starts to roam down my body, and my eyes flutter shut.
“No sex,” I remind him.
“We’re not having sex.” He bites my shoulder, making me have to smother a moan as my cock twitches to life.
“Then why is your hand down my boxers?” I grunt when he wraps his hand around my cock, giving it a stroke.
“Just playing.” He chuckles quietly.
With his other hand, he pulls my boxers down, then his. I know I should stop him, the girls are sleeping right next to us.
But when I feel the length of his hard cock slide between my cheeks, as he rolls his hips, I forget about everything. All I can think about is my man naked against me, pleasuring me as he rolls his hips, letting out a sexy little moan.
We’re technically not fucking, right?
I bite my pillow, keeping myself from making too much noise as Bennett thrusts his cock between my cheeks, using them to get off as he jerks me off.
It feels good, too fucking good. It doesn’t take long before I’m shuddering, cum spurting free, and coating his hand.
He follows after me, moaning as he bites down on my shoulder, body shaking against mine as his hot cum coats my inner thighs.
“Now I can sleep,” he whispers, both of us panting heavily. I look over my shoulder, and Bennett is licking my cum off his fingers. Fuck, why is that so hot?
“I could have gone my whole life not knowing what Bennett sounded like when he came.” Aria’s sleepy voice sounds, and we both freeze.
“Oh fuck.” I groan.
“You already did that.” Taylor giggles.
“We didn’t have sex,” I defend.
“Sure sounded like it,” Taylor says.
A big snoring sound next to my ear has me startling.
“Oh my god, is he sleeping?” Taylor asks with a laugh.
“Yeah, he passes out hard when he’s drunk.” Aria yawns.
“Sorry,” I mutter. “Would you believe me if I said he started it?”
“You’re fine.” Taylor laughs. “It’s our fault for staying over. We should have known you two couldn’t keep your hands off one another.”
I mean, she’s not wrong.
The next morning, I wake up before everyone else. Aria and Taylor are still passed out in my bed while Bennett sleeps soundly next to me.