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)
Benny’s face flashed with relief. I hadn’t even realized how tense he’d been getting. A thorn of sorrow pricked at my heart. It was my fault he was so damn anxious, considering the way I reacted the very first time we kissed.
I had to make it up to him. And it started tonight.
“To the bedroom then?”
“I’ll follow you, cowboy.”
He leaned in again, kissing me with years of pent-up want behind it. I matched his energy, our tongues lashing together. He nipped at my bottom lip. His teeth applied firm, delicious pressure. I tilted back and groaned out into the night.
Yeah. We had to get inside and behind closed doors soon. “Alright, let’s go, I feel like I was turning into a cock-hungry werewolf.”
“That’d be a show I’d watch. Someone has to suck a dick every night to keep their transformations from taking control.”
I snorted, amazed at how comfortable and turned on I felt, both at the same time. “Hurry, then,” I said, twitching my head to the left. “I’m starting to… starting to… want… coooock.” I said it in a low howl, pushing forward and gently dropping us onto the grass where we laughed and kissed and rubbed some more before we untangled and got back to our feet.
Thankfully the walk to Benny’s room was quick and sibling-free. There were no awkward excuses to make or pleasantries to put on. We just power walked our horny little asses directly into Benny’s bedroom, where he shut the door and we were back on each other in seconds.
Benny stumbled backward toward the bed, neither of us wanting to break the kiss. I frantically tugged at his shirt, wanting to get him completely naked as quickly as possible. He appeared to have the same goal for me because his fingers were deftly working the zipper of my jeans. I wasn’t joking about the fact that I leaked quite a bit. It was never really something the people I dated said they found attractive, and on a couple different occasions, their reactions had even made me slightly self-conscious about it.
But the way Benny’s eyes clouded over with lust when he saw the stain… fuck.
I dropped my jeans to the floor. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, which Benny appeared to appreciate. “Hold on,” he said, hurrying over to the nightstand. He was shirtless, in just a pair of tighty-whities, the fabric straining to contain his dick. “What kind of music do you want to listen to?”
I got onto the bed, spreading my legs, enjoying the soft embrace of the plush navy blue comforter. There were four gold trophies standing tall next to an ancient television set. It was the same TV he’d gotten back in high school. Shit, did that thing even get any color or was it still in black and white? “I’m good with whatever you’re good with.”
Benny shot me a look before turning on the speaker. He palmed himself with one hand and worked his phone with the other. “An NPR podcast on the migratory habits of yellow-crested Alaskan finches it is.”
“Right, like the one terrified of birds would be listening to that.”
Benny laughed as a mindless pop song filled the room.
Good. That would hide any uncontrolled moans that would give us away.
“You remembered my fear,” Benny said as he got onto the bed with a smile.
As if I’d forget anything about you.
He straddled my lap and rubbed at my chest, squeezing my nipples. My toes curled and I rut myself against him, relishing the weight. Benny’s firm, muscular body on top of mine—that was a vision worth tattooing. My cock throbbed up against his ass.
“Mm-hmm,” Benny said, leaning down and kissing me. He scooted himself backward so that both our cocks rubbed together. I almost came from how good that felt. “You’re so hard,” Benny whispered into my ear before sucking on my earlobe.
“It feels so good having you against me like this. I could lay here forever.”
“Me too.” Benny pushed back up. “But you know what’s even better? This.” He grabbed both of our hard lengths and stroked. I bit my bottom lip to try and stop myself from moaning.
“Holy shit that feels good,” I said, putting my hands behind my head and watching as Benny worked us both. He spit in his hand and brought it back down. The extra lubrication made the new sensation feel even more electric. I laid back and let Benny jerk us off. He gave these little chesty groans that were clearly trying to be controlled, but the more he stroked, the louder he got.
“God, Sam, this is so fucking hot. You don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming about doing this.”
“I think I’ve got an idea,” I said. I was surprised at my ability to still put functioning sentences together. “I wish it hadn’t taken me so long—oh fuck, that feels good—so long to let it happen.”