Page 41 of Benji

And waking up to him writhing against my morning wood was... fuck, an incredible way to start my day.

“Morning,” I croaked.

“Oh, thank god. About time,” he whined, rubbing his arse against my very awake dick.

“What time is it?” I croaked, reaching for my phone. It was almost six thirty.

“Time for you to fuck me again,” he whisper-moaned. “If you’re going to work today, you need to meet your obligations before you leave.”

I chuckled, kissing his shoulder. “My obligations?”

“Yes, you said you’d fuck me as many times as possible.” He kept writhing against me, rubbing me, and arching his back. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up for so long. Feel this,” he said, taking my hand from his hip and running it down to his erection. “See how hard I am for you?”

Warmth and desire rushed through me, heat pooling low in my belly. My cock throbbed between his arse cheeks. “God, Benji,” I murmured. “You trying to kill me?”

He stilled, his voice serious. “If you don’t fuck me into this mattress right now, I’ll seriously consider it.”

I chuckled against the back of his neck, giving his cock a long, slow pull as I rutted against his arse, my cock sliding in behind his balls.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed, writhing against me, fucking my fist. “Please, do it. I need you inside me, right now.”

I rolled him onto his stomach and lay on top of him. “Like this?”

He groaned and spread his legs wide. “Fuck yes.”

Then he slid his hand under his hip and tried to rise up a little so he could stroke himself. “Just do it. Put it in me.”

Well, I had every intention of doing that but not without lube. I leaned back onto my haunches and snatched the lube off the bedside.

“I said just put it in me,” he barked at me over his shoulder.

I ran my hand up his spine to the back of his head and gently held him down. “I’ll put it in you when you’re ready,” I said. “You’ll get it soon enough.”

He whined again, rolling his hips and stroking his cock. “Please.”

My god, he was such a slut for it.

I leaned back again, running my hands down hisback, digging my blunt fingertips in, making him stretch and arch on reflex.

It earned me a moan and made me smile.

I spilled some lube down his crack, working a thumb into his hole. Pushing and kneading, stretching.

Benji bucked up and spread his arse cheeks with both hands. “Jesus, Nolan, I swear to god.”

“You’re so impatient,” I murmured.

“I want it so bad,” he mumbled. “I want more of your come in me. Please.”

Desire unfurled in me, scorching hot and addictive. My cock leaked precome, aching now, desperate to be in him.

I lubed myself up, put my left hand beside his head, and guided my cock into his hole with my right.

He bit out a stifled cry into the mattress, keeping his arse up for me.

“Is that what you wanted?” I breathed, voice rough.

“Yes,” he cried. “Fuck yes.”

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