Page 30 of Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang Us, Daddy

I stare down at my lackluster bulge and sigh. “You won’t laugh, will you?”

“I would never.” His fingers are on my hip, the tips dancing lightly against me. His fingers trail lower until they rest at the hem of my shorts. Thank God for Meadows’ non-existent dress code at work, otherwise I would have missed the chance to feelBennet on my thigh right now, and this is a moment I’d never want to lose. “Maybe . . . maybe you could go first ,though? I’m sorry, Benj. I know I’m supposed to take care of you, but I’m kind of freaking out right now.”

“Do you want to stop? We don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable. I’m not in any rush,” I insist, thankful when he shakes his head.

“To hell with it,” he finally says. “If I don’t do it now, I never will.” He slides his hand into the waistband and pushes them down, but I keep my eyes glued to his. He can’t tear his eyes away from mine either. Those big, beautiful blue eyes that just scream, “Bennet Anderson!”

I rest my hand on his thigh, dangerously close to the one place on his body I have little to no experience with. “May I?”

Bennet sucks in a sharp breath. His eyes meet mine, and I’m feeling awestruck because he’s never looked at me like this before. He’s staring at me like I’m the love of his life, and no one should ever stare at anyone with this much intensity.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Yeah, you can touch me.”

My hand slides closer to its goal, and when I look down, I almost expect to see him fully erect, but he’s not. That’s okay. He’s feeling things out, same as me. I’ll get him there, I know it. I curl my hand around his cock, eating up the needy sounds he makes as I stroke him.

There’s warmth pouring from his lap, making it feel like I’m reaching inside an oven. Good. I want him to melt away all the resistance still lingering in me, so I can experience Bennet fully.

Bennet’s cock is perfection in its purest form. Small like mine, but so fucking adorable I almost can’t stand it.

We both stare as my hand works his shaft, wide eyes, hearts racing. “Oh, my God,” one of us whispers, but I honestly don’t know which of us said it. He fits me so perfectly, like his dick wascustom-fitted to my hand. Slowly, I massage his balls with the tips of my fingers, stroking my thumb along his flaccid shaft.

“You’re really doing it,” he says. “You’re touching my dick.”

“I am,” I agree, almost in a daze. “You feel good, Bennet.”

He closes his eyes and leans his head back until he’s facing the ceiling. I’m close to chalking this up as a colossal failure, but right before I pull away, he gasps.

“Fuck, yeah. Benji, you feel so goddamn good.” As if wanting to prove the words to me, his shaft thickens in my palm, rising and swelling until it’s standing up straight, and I’ve got my fingers wrapped around it. He thrusts forward, fucking into my hand, but his body goes stiff and he stops moving. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to?—”

I shake my head. “It’s okay, I want you to. Just roll your hips. It’s okay, Bennet. Fuck my fist.”

Slowly, he rocks forward, giving me his cock. Giving me his fucking soul. The way his dick keeps poking in and out of my fist makes it feel like we’re playing the world’s sluttiest round of peekaboo. He’s trying to grind against me, but I’ve got other plans.

“Turn over,” I say.

“Huh?”

“Get on your knees and turn around.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to do stuff to your butt.”

His eyes widen, and he rises off the mattress until we’re face to face, our noses touching. “Are you gonna fuck me, Benji?”

My cock aches when he says the word, and I’m leaking like crazy. I press my lips against his, loving the way his hand feels as it grips my ass. I shake my head. “Gonna stick my tongue in your butt.”

He quickly lowers himself down until he’s on his knees, gifting me the sight of his hairless ass. It’s just as pale as the restof him, and there are little freckles dusted across the top. “Stay there,” I say in a voice I don’t think I’ve ever made before. It’s husky and raw and almost guttural. His body goes stiff in front of me, and when I’m right behind, I bring my mouth to his neck, softly sucking his vanilla-scented skin. He lets out a whimper that’s feminine and wild, making my cock twitch. Since I’m right behind him, it’s straining between his cheeks. I reach between us and angle it so it’s facing upward, pressing into his crack.

“Oh, God,” he cries, grabbing my hand and holding it against his chest. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

“Yeah?”

He nods frantically. “Yeah. Grind against me a little. I just wanna feel you.”

“How’s this?” I roll my hips forward, sinking lower into his crack. After an obscene moan, he falls forward on his hands, arching his back, giving himself to me completely. Wanting to tease him a little, I graze his hole with my cockhead, leaving a trail of pre-cum in my wake.

“Oh, fu-u-uck,” he groans, making me twitch, my cock grazing his entrance again. He pushes back against me, fucking gasping for it. His ass is so thick, I’m able to press the cheeks together, making my cock disappear from view. A magic trick to show Dad one day, maybe. I’m thrusting slowly, enjoying the moans and whimpers I’m pulling out of him.

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