Page 119 of If Only In Our Dreams

I wanted his dick inside me.

Wanted it so bad I could barely breathe.

“On your belly,” Ben murmured against my lips, voice husky and scratchy with arousal. “I want to see that pretty little hole.”

I was on my belly faster than I could blink. Ben laughed, this low, almostdangerouschuckle that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

“Elbows and knees, Robin,” he commanded, shuffling between my legs. His dick brushed my ass cheek, leaving a sticky trail in its wake.

I wiggled onto my knees, feeling weirdly vulnerable with my ass up, and my hole winking at him. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before. Hell, Ben was more intimately acquainted with my asshole than I was. He’d had every part of his body in there pretty much—except his dick.

A fact that we were about to rectify.Rectum-ify? God, that was awful. Why did I do that?

“Arch your back for me,” Ben hummed, voice crackly soft. I arched. What else was I supposed to do?

“Fuck,” Ben’s voice dropped even lower, somehow. His big hands came up to frame my ass cheeks, digging in the center way he liked, and spreading them wide so he could really stare. Exposed and vulnerable, my hole shuddered.

Ben made a sound in the back of his throat, and I only had a split second to react before he was spitting on my hole and working it in with one of those thick, lovely thumbs. “I’ve never wanted to wreck something as badly as I want to wreck this pretty little hole,” Ben promised. The sadistic murmur to his voice made my spent cock twitch.

“B-Ben,” I complained, shuddering when he spat on my hole again. Hot dry hands pinched my cheeks together so I’d feel the sticky slide of his spit cling between them.

God, that’s filthy.

“What?” he replied, tone flatter than before. Bossy Ben had made his epic return. “You don’t think this hole is pretty?” His thumb pressed harder, and I sobbed.

“I—” No matter what I said, I was going to put my foot in my mouth. “I guess it is.” There, that’s what Ben wanted to hear.

“Everything about you is pretty,” Ben stated, like it was a fact, at the same time his thumb sank inside to the first knuckle. He spat on my hole again, and I shuddered, feeling weirdly exposed and hot all over. I knew for a fact there was lube underneath the pillow. I also knew that he’d be grabbing it any second. Ben wasn’t the kinda guy to think spit was a substitute for real lube.

But he was also dirty as fuck, and ridiculously hot.

So the fact that posh, hot Doctor Mc Ben Ben was rubbing his spit inside my hole was just—Jesus fucking Christ.

It was filthier because it washimdoing it.

Because I’d never expected him to do, or be anything like this. I guess maybe I should’ve—considering what kind of books he wrote. But…still.

I’d never been more happy to be surprised in all my life.

Ben’s hands left my ass, his thumb gently slipping free—and just like I’d anticipated, the quiet snick of the bottle of lube opening echoed through the room. It was dark in here, the lights off save for a small night light in the corner that Ben kept on in case the girls came in in the middle of the night.

The door was locked now, of course—but later, after we’d cleaned up and dressed, I knew he’d open it a crack. Always wanting to be available to the people he loved most.

It was one of the things I appreciated the most about him.

How emotionally available he was.

He didn’t play games with me. Didn’t toy with my feelings. Maybe he teased, but he respected my limits. Limits I hadn’t even known I had, and yet somehow Ben knew them before I did.

“Relax, baby,” Ben’s voice was sugary sweet. My hole twitched, and warm slick fingers pressed snug against it, simply rubbing, not even asking for entrance.

I tried to relax, I really did—but the harder I tried, the less relaxed I became.

“You’re doing so good, Robin,” Ben hummed, gentler than before, like he’d noticed my internal struggle. “So good,” he repeated, fingers rubbing around, then against, then around my hole again. “Are you gonna let me in?”

He could’ve pushed in anytime.

But instead, he was waiting for me.

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