Page 89 of If Only In Our Dreams

Which…I guess he was.

“These sweatpants should be illegal,” I told him, yanking down the fabric unceremoniously. “You should be in prison right now.” He just chuckled, but otherwise didn’t say a word.

When his dick slapped free—commando, damn—my brain broke for a second time. Because if I’d thought Ben’s dick was hot when it was wrapped up in cotton, it was fuckingdeliciousbare. I stared at it, mouth watering, my head spinning.

I’d always liked dicks.

Maybe it’d taken me till my early twenties to figure out that I was bisexual, but that had never changed my very real attraction to men.

Ben Montgomery was the epitome of a male specimen. He had hair in all the right places. He smelled clean and musky. He’d aged like fine wine, and his very large, very gorgeous body was made up of hard lines and compact muscle.

He wasn’t as brawny as his brothers but there was no denying that he was strong.

“In prison?” Ben husked out, voice lower than before.

His dick twitched, the flushed skin making my mouth water. Thick and long, it listed slightly to the left rather than pointed directly at me. Like it was polite, for a cock, despite how hard it was. His balls were heavy and full, coated in a soft dusting of gray hair that I wanted to flatten with my tongue so bad, I nearly shoved my face down right then and there to do it.

Ben’s cock was longer than mine was. Thicker too. Which only made sense.

Again, proportional.

“You know for being…” I trailed off, still staring at his dick. “Indecent.” I was very obviously distracted. He knew it, I knew it, his dick definitely knew it.

Ben’s dick flexed at me again and Iwhined, reaching a tentative finger out to trace along the vein that ran up its length. Where to start first? So many options. The rosy head, all slick and soft…his balls, where I could bury my face and suck. The vein I was tracing, like a treasure trail to Heaven.

“You look hungry, little songbird,” Ben murmured, slowly—confidently—spreading his legs wider. I could see the dusky dark skin behind his balls, and I ached.

I wanted to say something about looking for a “worm” to eat, but for the first time in ages the words simply didn’t want to come out. Because Ben’s dick was too pretty, and while his voice was hoarse and wrecked with arousal, I could see vulnerability flickering in his toffee-colored gaze.

I’d told Ben it’d been a while since I’d been fucked.

And I wondered…if maybe it’d been a while for him too.

“You have a really amazing cock,” I murmured, surprised by how sincere and breathless I sounded. “Like…reallyamazing.” I licked my lips, eyeing the flushed crown as a fresh drop ofprecum slid down his shaft. “I’d make a wax sculpture of it and put it on my desk—if I had a desk—just so I could look at it.”

“Thank you.” Ben’s dick twitched again.

“Can I touch it?” My hands were shaking. I didn’t want to fuck this up. I really,reallydidn’t want to fuck this up.

Ben must’ve seen my anxiety because he softened even more, one of those huge, lovely hands reaching out to skim through my hair. “Of course you can,” he murmured, affection evident. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

My head spun and I whined again, sinking into the gentle scratch of his fingers as I lowered down close. Close enough I could smell the musky sweet scent of Ben’s skin and those sexy-as-fuck thighs framed my face. I licked my lips, suddenly ravenous.

“Can Ilickit?” I asked, voice low and wrecked.

“Anything you want,” Ben countered again, keeping his tone gentle.

There was something about his constant patience that really did it for me. In a sexy way, yes. But also in a…softer way too. Like he was bubble wrap and I was glass—and he knew just how tight to wrap to keep me from breaking.

His skin tasted just as good as it smelled. With a hungry mewl I tucked in, running my tongue up his shaft to the tip, where I dug into his slit to taste him directly. The texture was velvety soft, almost silky right around the crown.

“Fuck,” Ben swore under his breath, the hand in my hair tightening, then loosening, his balls pulling up tight. “That’s it, baby.” His voice was a husky, half-purr. “Just like that.”

Lashes fluttering, it only felt second nature to continue to tease his slit. To rub and rub at it, chasing all the slightly salty cum the moment it surfaced.

“Such a hungry little thing,” Ben murmured, still petting my head. When he tightened his grip again, gently urging me totake more, I was quick to comply. The deeper Ben sank into my mouth the more at peace I felt.

I’d wanted this.

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