Page 82 of Beautifully Conflicted

“Thank you,” I mumble against his skin before taking him to the back of my throat. Swallowing, suckling, and savoring the way he twitches with desire. Then I give him what he wants.

Bobbing over his length, I get him wet enough that his cock slides effortlessly between my lips, then hold still so he can use my mouth. His hips punch forward erratically, but with his hands pinned he can’t hold my head to fuck my face. All he can do is try to push into my mouth while I lick and tease him with friction. Not enough to put him over the edge, but enough to taunt him and leave him teetering.

It turns him into a writhing, whimpering mess, begging me to release him so he can fuck me.

I want to give in to him, but I also really want to keep his cock in my mouth until he finishes on my tongue. A proper thank you.

“Damien.” He squeezes my hands. “I won’t be able to fuck you if you make me come like this.”

Eyes heavy with lust, I pop off his shaft and look up to meet his heady gaze. “What if I’m the one who fucks you?”

Bennet’s grip becomes vice-like. I’m afraid he’s gonna snap my fingers, yet his eyes never leave mine. Minutes pass, or maybe it’s just seconds that feel like minutes. Somehow, time has drawn to astandstill, losing all meaning as we stare at each other. Silently, we’re both aware of the situation, gazes speaking the thing we both know will put an end to this if we put it into words.

This will change everything.

His eyes say it even if his lips can’t, and for now, that’s all the confirmation I need. Behind his insistence that he’s not gay, that this isn’t a thing, that we’re just fucking…real feelings are developing. Feelings of trust.

The pins and needles he’s caused in my fingers fade as Bennet loosens his grip. “Okay.”

“You sure?” I know Bennet wouldn’t invite me into his body lightly. He’s weighed this decision carefully, but I feel compelled to double check.

His hips rock forward, offering me more of his cock. “Yeah. I—I want that.”

Never breaking eye contact, I lean forward and take him back in my mouth. He makes some effort to feed himself to me, a slow, sensual roll of his pelvis, but he’s otherwise fairly still as he watches me suck on his dick.

The deeper I take him, the sloppier things get, the harder he becomes, until his desire can’t be contained, and he’s blowing down my throat.

As his seed fills me, I finally allow my eyelids to fall shut, savoring the musk that storms my senses. That’s not something I normally do—I swallow, of course, just never savor. Yet, with Bennet, I can’t seem to get enough of his flavor. His tongue, his skin, his cum… I love it all.

Bennet’s form slumps when he’s spent, and with a soft, sweet kiss to his tip I stand and help him get to bed, where I strip him of the rest of his clothes and guide him to lay on his stomach.

“You don’t want to see me bust a nut this time?” His voice is both sated and curious.

“Always, but your first time might be more comfortable this way.” I kiss between his shoulder blades and take my clothes off, grabbing a condom and some lube before joining him on the bed.

Straddling his thighs, I draw lazy lines down his spine with my fingertips, appreciating his adonis-like build.

“You’re in danger of putting me to sleep,” he warns with a contented sigh.

“Sorry. I’ve never really taken the time to explore your back before, and it’s fucking sexy.”

He chuckles softly. “You say that about everything.”

“Because everything on you is sexy. Your body, your eyes, your mouth.” My hands find the globes of his ass, and I massage those cheeks, watching his pucker ebb and flow under my ministrations. “And this ass. So pink and pretty and pure.”

“It’s an asshole,” he deadpans.

“A sexy one. I can’t wait to fill it with my dick. It’s gonna choke me so good.” My cock throbs with need, but now it’s my turn to be patient, and give Bennet the prep he deserves.

Reaching for the lube, I squirt a generous amount on my finger to gently probe that little star. Bennet tenses when the cool gel hits his skin, relaxing as it warms under the friction of my hand and sighing softly when I breech him with the tip of my finger.

“Good?” I ask.

“Different.”

“Tell me.” I apply a little more pressure, not fully penetrating him, just offering a taste of what’s to come.

“It’s…interesting.” He wiggles against me. “I sort of feel it in my cock, but it’s really faint. Good, but faint. There’s no urgency to it likewhen you’re pumping my dick though. I think you could put me to sleep like this.”

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