Page 47 of True Blue

Bentley pulls the comforter away from me, icy morning air biting my skin. I whine and bury my face in the pillow, Bentley rubbing over my back and legs with a chuckle. “Ass up,” he says, tapping my side as he gets off the bed and walks over to rummage around in his dresser. I tuck my knees in underneath me, keeping my face in the pillow and listening to him move around. He stops rummaging and closes the dresser drawer lightly, padding back across the floor to the bed. It creaks a little as he kneels on the edge and moves in behind me. Something lands on the bed beside me, bouncing once on the mattress.

His fingers knead the muscles of my lower back and I hum, smiling into the pillow. “Have you done this before?”

I nod, closing my eyes as I turn my head to the side. “Yes,” I say, watching the sun streaming in through the window above us and fall on the floor of his room. I look back at him, smirking. “You’re not my first.”

Bentley swats my ass, creating a sting that he rubs in with a returning smirk. “Good. This will be easier then.” He runs his hands down the backs of my thighs, pushing my legs wider, before bringing them back up. One slides along my side, grounding me as his other hand slides down to rub over my perineum. My cock twitches beneath me.

He reaches out, still rubbing me with his other hand, dabbling closer to my puckered rim. He grabs the bottle of lube he threw down on the bed beside me and I hear the cap click open as my breathing picks up. His hands leave me for a moment, and I wait in bated anticipation as he squirts some into his hand. My chest tightens at the first slick glide of his finger over my back hole, but I steady my breathing. He takes his time, relaxing every muscle as he spreads the lube around, making sparks shoot up and down my spine.

The first press of his finger past my oiled muscles makes a long groan escape my throat and I push back toward him at the familiar pressure. He sinks in to the first knuckle, turning his finger to the side to stretch me out slowly. “You’re tight,” Bentley says in a gravelly voice.

“It’s been a while,” I murmur, fisting my hands in the sheets on either side of me as he presses in further. His other hand smooths over my ass, kneading and pinching as he starts adding a second finger. I sigh when he starts moving them together, stretching and twisting his hand for a while. My mind goes blank when he adds the third, muscles fully relaxed so that it slides in easily. He starts moving his hand faster, plunging his fingers in, and curling them inside. He chuckles when I cry out, fingers finding the right spot to tease.

“Fuck, Bent,” I mutter, pushing my hips back to meet the heel of his hand. My cock bounces as I move, straining and starting to leak as the pace increases. I turn my head back into the pillow and Bentley removes his fingers, smoothing his otherhand down my back to my shoulder. His back lays over me, lips ghosting over the spots he kissed as I woke up.

When he reaches my ear, he asks, “Do you want me to wear a condom?”

I turn my head to the side, seeking out his mouth with my own. He quickly kisses me before pulling back to look me in the eyes.

“No, I trust you,” I whisper.

He stares at me for a moment before kissing me again, warm hands massaging my skin.

I turn my face back into the pillows as he positions himself over me.

The tip of his lube slicked cock prods at my back entrance, and I reach back. Bentley’s hand leaves my shoulder, grabbing mine and folding my arm behind my back as our fingers intertwine. He squeezes, asking, “Ready?” I nod, head still buried in the pillow until I turn it to the side.

“Yes,” I breathe just as he presses forward, entering me slowly as he did with Janette last night. I moan at the feel of him sliding deep inside me, the muscles of my ass squeezing around his length as I breathe. “Jesus, you’re huge.”

Bentley chuckles in my ear. “You can take it, baby.”

He keeps slowly rocking forward, each new inch making me groan. When his hips finally touch my skin, he pauses, giving me a moment to adjust. I squeeze his hand, whispering, “Please, Bentley.”

He chuckles, running his knuckles down my spine. “Please, what?” he whispers, kissing my temple.

I bow, my head turning to the side to meet his shadowy hazel gaze. “Fuck me.Hard.”

Leaning back, he pulls out, almost all the way and then slams forward. I groan, biting into the pillow beneath me. He sets asteady slow pace, thrusting into me sharply then pulling out oh so slow.

Unintelligible sound leaves my lips before I’m able to say a single hoarse word, “Faster.”

Bentley’s skin presses in against mine until his short, labored breaths caress my ear. “Uh, uh. You wanted hard.” He punctuates the sentence with another rough thrust. “Let me savor this.”

His maddening slowness makes all thought impossible. Combined with the heat of him across my back, the tight grip of his hand in mine, and his harsh breathing in my ear, all I can sense is Bentley. He surrounds me, consuming my mind and body, as his hips start to stutter, and his pace increases ever so slightly.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs, groaning into the side of my neck. I feel his lips press against the skin before his teeth replace them, biting down on my flesh. My dick twitches, trapped between myself and the mattress and painfully hard.

Groaning as he pulls back, his hand finds my hip, and I suck in a breath, feeling the tension in the room ricochet. Bentley pounds into me, suddenly setting a brutal pace that draws long moans from my lips and bashing any distance between me and the edge of orgasm to pieces. I squeeze my eyes closed, barely able to catch my breath as I leverage myself up on my free hand and grind back, matching his pace happily. He swears behind me, reaching around my waist to grab hold of my dick and starts to furiously stroke in time with his hips. I cry out, mindlessly pumping my hips into his fist as he fucks my ass. We breathe together, racing toward our peaks and I hear him grunt, low and masculine, behind me before feeling his warm cum fill me.

He lets go of my cock, and I cry out, the move pulling me back from the edge I was so close to falling over. Bentley sits up, letting go of my hand and lazily thrusting into me a couplemore times before pulling out. His hands move back to my hips, pushing me over so that I land breathless on my back and feel some of his cum slide out underneath me.

I stare up at him through the lusty haze clouding my vision, chest raking in air, and watch as he backs down the bed before leaning forward and taking my hard cock in his mouth. I throw an arm over my eyes as he sucks hard, deep throating me twice before I explode, coming while he swallows around my head.

Swiping my arm upward across my forehead, I shake my head, catching sight of the sage green eyes peering over at us from the other side of the bed. “You two are beautiful together,” Janette whispers and I smile as Bentley lays back down between us.

“Good morning, sunshine.” He leans over to kiss her shoulder, letting an arm fall over my stomach.

Janette pushes up on her arms, looking down at us as she stretches out her back. “I don’t know how I feel about that nickname.”

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