Page 91 of If Only In Our Dreams

Wet, hot, and tight, he swallowed around me.

I didn’t last more than a minute, my hips twitching, my hole fluttering as Ben snuck a finger inside me again and crookedtill he found that spot that made me sing. When I spilled, he swallowed every last drop. He nibbled at my thighs, at my belly. He pinched my dick and lapped the salt from the skin, sucked my balls into his mouth, and toyed with me till I was scratching at his hair weakly and sobbing quietly.

“Shhh,” he murmured, still teasing my now-softening cock. “You like this.”

He was right. I did.

So I let him continue to torture me. Till my eyes burned, my cheeks were wet, and I had bite marks up and down my thighs. I thought it was over then because my dick couldn’t rise, and I doubted Ben’s could either.

But it wasn’t.

“Up,” Ben urged again, his finger still in my ass.

“Mm?” I shuddered, dick limp and aching so, so good. I loved this. Loved how raw and used up I felt. There was no room for sadness or self-consciousness like this. And for the first time in my life I truly felt like I didn’t have to take care of myself.

Ben knew what I wanted before I even knew it.

Ben knew how to take care of me.

Ben was the comfort I’d never known I needed. He was strength and home and trust. He was laughter, shared wine glasses, and belonging. He made me want to stay.

“Up,” he urged again, voice rough and full of affection. “Do you need help, baby?”

I whined.

The sadistic gleam was gone now as Ben wiggled my hips up till my soft cock pushed into the pillow above his head. It was nice that he’d helped, even without me having to ask. Though I still didn’t get why hewantedme like this. “Hands on the headboard,” Ben murmured from somewhere beneath me.

I grabbed on, still shaking, my head fuzzy.

And then his tongue was there. Hot and slick and lick, lick,lickingat my asshole. Stretching my rim as he wiggled his tongue beside his finger.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped out, head dropping down.

We didn’t have a lot of time before the girls would wake up. I didn’t want to be too loud. But it felt almost impossible not to gasp and shudder as Ben made room for himself inside my body. When he pulled his finger out, my ass clenched and clenched and clenched, trying to coax it back in.

“Empty,” I complained without meaning to, my voice unrecognizably soft.

“I know, baby,” Ben’s voice crackled, low and husky. “I know your pretty little hole is lonely, isn’t it?” He cooed, pressing a kiss right over my ass. “I need you closer,” he urged, forcing my hips down.

“You won’t be able to breathe,” I argued—even though I really didn’t mean to.

“Sit on my face, little songbird,” Ben replied, tone flat and demanding.

I sat on his face.

He groaned, running his nose and lips all over my perineum, and then up against my hole. His hands felt impossibly huge as he clutched my ass tight, squeezing and squeezing—like he loved the give of it, as he gave my hole a filthy suck.

Like he was kissing it.

The same way he kissed me.

There was no way my dick was managing a third orgasm. But in an odd way that made me like this even more. Because Ben was simply doing it because he wanted to. Not because he was trying to get either of us off. He simply wanted to start his day by eating me out.

And I was…absolutely not complaining.

Flick, twist, flick.

Ben rubbed and kissed and slurped around my hole. His beard scratched. It was barely more than stubble, but it was enough to make my already sensitive skin burn. He pried my cheeks open wider, teeth gently worrying my skin as his tongue lick, lick, licked where I was sticky and empty.

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