Page 76 of Beautifully Conflicted

“That if he’s good, I’ll give him what he wants.” I tongue the underside of his head while I suck.

“And what do you think my dick wants?” Bennet’s hands grip the sheets to keep his hips still.

“To come in my hand while I’m pounding your ass.”

“That sounds like your fantasy.”

“Well, duh.” I give his shaft a few languid pumps. “But after last night you’re thinking about it.” I take him to the back of my throat before he can protest, swallowing around him until I feel his release filling my mouth. Then, while he’s gasping for breath, I kneel over him and jerk my cock until it spills on his abs.

“What if I wanted that?”

Bennet’s never tasted my release, not without his in the mix anyway, and the idea plants a wicked seed in my mind. Bracing my hands on either side of his arms, I bend down to lick my cum and taunt him with a little tongue waggle before swallowing it myself.

“Do that again,” he rasps, pupils blown wide.

Eyes locked on his, I lick up another drop. But before I can show him, he wraps a hand around the back of my neck and pulls me to him, crushing our lips together.

At first, I’m so stunned I don’t reciprocate, but once it registers that his tongue is in my mouth I tilt my head to deepen the kiss, licking into him with reckless abandon.

We’re a chaotic mix of lips and teeth and tongues, each trying to dominate the other just like we do on the field. But it’s more than just trying to take control. It’s urgency and desperation and need that finally has an outlet, and neither of us wants to reel it in. I’m not even sure we could.

I don’t know what finally tipped him over the edge, but I’ve been wanting his mouth for years, so I explore every inch he’s willing to give. Meeting him stroke for stroke, our tongues slide together as we paw ateach other, searching for ways to bring us even closer. To eliminate any leftover space between us.

Bennet lurches up without warning, never taking his lips off mine, forcing me to straddle his lap. Plastered together, his hands clutch the back of my neck as mine roam over his chest, up to his jaw, tunneling through his hair to bring him even closer. He groans into my mouth, a deep, guttural sound that makes his chest vibrate against mine, and I whimper in return.

It’s not the sexiest sound, but it makes him chuckle, and even though that slows our frantic kiss, I feel him smile against my lips.

“How does such a big man sound so needy?” He nips at my bottom lip. “And why do I find that sexy?”

“You think I’m sexy?” I murmur into his mouth, unable to contain my own excited grin.

“I’m naked in your bed, what do you think?” He gives me a swift, soft peck.

“I think I’m either dreaming or you swapped places with your evil twin. Not that I’m complaining,” I rush to clarify with a chaste kiss. “But what have you done with Lucy?”

The playful smile falls from his face as he flops back against the mattress. “He’s still here. You’ll probably see a lot of him outside this apartment since I haven’t changed my mind about that.”

I try to keep my expression blank, so my disappointment doesn’t show. “What’s with the kissing then? I don’t think that falls under the fuck buddy label.”

Bennet reaches for my hand and threads our fingers together, staring at them rather than my eyes. “I wanted to know what it’d be like.”

“And?”

“Hottest kiss I’ve ever had.” He still won’t meet my gaze.

“Not hot enough to make you change your mind about me, though.”

Those cobalt orbs finally find me. “You know my reasons. If you aren’t cool with this anymore, I understand. I can give your key back.”

I take in our linked fingers, the cum stained body beneath me, the pained yet determined expression on Bennet’s face, and sigh heavily.I always knew I was signing up for the long game.

“Keep the key.”

***

It’s our first practice after nearly two weeks off, and it just so happens to coincide with a winter heat wave, so it’s comfortable enough I don’t need a hat during our jog. I do need an ankle brace—trainer’s orders—which is annoying as fuck, but at least I’m getting to run. With Bennet.

“Want to do another workout after this one?” I wheeze, since my lungs have lost some of their endurance after our brief hiatus.

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