Page 33 of Benji

“You’re gonna make me come,” I said. “Those fucking lips.”

He smiled, his eyes rolling closed, and took me deeper. He worked me harder, beckoning my orgasm closer and closer.

“Benji,” I grated out. “Gonna come.”

I tried to pull out, tried to back him off, but he only fought harder to stay, to take it.

I gripped his hair harder then. “You want it, huh?”

He nodded, so I forced him down, sliding into his throat, and he swallowed around me, sucking me like he needed it. Groaning out a pleading sound that ended me.

“Fuck,” I bit out as my orgasm ripped through me. I came hard, spurting down his throat, and he hummed, rocking back and forth as he took every drop.

My mind spun, all my senses a jumble of ecstasy and bliss. I was vaguely aware of Benji tucking my dick back into my pants, and when I focused on him, he was smiling like the cat who got the cream.

Literally.

But then he did the darndest thing.

He crawled into my lap, curled himself up, and wrapped his arms around me, his head in the crook of my neck. I had one arm around his back, my other armaround his knees, and damn, if he didn’t fit against me like a glove.

I wasn’t used to cuddling after sex—not really the done thing in my recent experience of convenient sex and leave—but this... I could get used to this.

He sighed, snuggling into my neck more, and I instinctively held him tighter. “Are you okay?” I asked.

He hummed. “Oh yes, very. Do you mind me sitting like this?”

Curled up like a child in my lap?

Couldn’t say I’d ever done that before either.

“I like it,” I admitted quietly.

“Did you like what I just did to you?”

Oh god . . .

“Very much.”

“I liked it too,” he whispered.

Then, all too late, I remembered something. “Did you...? I didn’t make you come.”

Benji sat up then, his bony arse grinding on my thigh, his face incredibly close, his dark eyes like molten onyx. “Oh no, you’re going to do that later.”

I couldn’t believe how certain he was of that. I couldn’t even believe he’d said that either, but still... “Is that so?”

He nodded, then put his face back into my neck, his voice sweet and matter of fact. “Oh yes. After dinner, you’ll take me to bed and fuck me so good.”

A wave of heat rushed through me, and my voice came out much rougher than I’d intended. “Oh really?”

He nodded against my neck. “Yes, really. I’ll be facedown on your bed and you can rail me however you want.”

Sweet mother of god, have mercy.

“However I want?”

How was this even a conversation I was having right now?

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