Page 75 of Beautifully Conflicted

“Aww… Out of the kindness of your heart you’ll take care of my future boner for me?” I snort. “Your rationalization needs work.”

“That’s what fuck buddies do.”

At least he went with fuck buddies instead of lovers this time.

I roll my eyes even though he can’t see it. “Whatever. You better be a light sleeper. If I stay here for sex, I don’t want to wake up hard and have you sleep through it.”

Damien drapes an arm over my chest and burrows even closer, mumbling, “I won’t.”

Spoiler alert, he doesn’t. And I’m the one who pulls him close afterward.

Damien

The warm body next to me feels divine. Comforting, like a favorite meal or a childhood memory.

Or in my case, a childhood dream turned reality.

Not that this is real. I know Bennet only shared my bed under the illusion it would make sex more convenient. Still, he stayed, and his arm has been wrapped around me for hours. It’s a start, and one I’m not anxious to disrupt by moving away from the space we shared all night.

But my dick’s hard.

So is his.

And I figure he’ll be less skittish if he wakes up with his cock in my mouth than my head on his chest.

Yes, we fooled around twice in the middle of the night.

No, it wasn’t enough to make me wake up feeling sated. Not with a naked Bennet in my bed.

Using stealth a guy my size shouldn’t possess, I peel my body away from his and inch my way down the mattress. When my mouth is level with his cock, I wrap my lips around his crown and start gently sucking.

Bennet’s lovely dick lurches upward, seeking more, but I’m in no rush. I take it in my hand, attempting to keep it still, and alternate between licking and sucking his smooth tip. It smells faintly of the cum I pulled from it during the night, a musk that’s distinctly Bennet, which is quickly becoming my new favorite flavor.

I rub my nose from root to tip before swirling my tongue around the bulbous head, pulling it into my mouth. The act of blowing him could get me off. The mere idea of it has my cock turning to stone and me humming a moan around his length involuntarily.

“Time to get up,” I whisper as I kiss the tip. “That’s it, Triple B.”Kiss. “Show me how much you love sleeping over.”Lick.

“Are you talking to my dick?”

I bring my eyes to Bennet’s, trying to ignore the thumping of my heart as his sleepy, lust-drunk gaze meet mine.

“His name is Triple B. Bennet’s Beautiful Beast.” I take him halfway down my throat.

He moans softly as he shifts to give me better access to his cock.I knew he’d prefer waking up to me like this.

“I don’t get to choose the name of my own dick?”

“No. It has to be bestowed on you.” I slurp him down again.

“So, I get to name yours, then?”

“If you want.”

“Triple D.” Bennet’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Damien’s Delusional Dick.”

“He likes to pretend,” I whisper to his cock, giving it another soft kiss. “But you and I know how much he wants this.”

“What are you saying?”

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