Page 84 of Beautifully Conflicted

At least I’m no longer in danger of spontaneous combustion.

“What do you feel, Lucy?” I whisper as he wriggles and shifts and contorts, searching for the friction he likes.

“Your cock.” He pushes back, taking me a little deeper. “It’s stiff andawkward, but it feels good too, deep inside. It’s making my dick hard.”

“Can you make yourself come like this? With just my cock in your ass?”

His head shifts curtly back and forth, almost like a reflex, then stills. “Maybe. If I rub my dick against the mattress.”

“Is that what you want to do, or do you want me to move?” Itkillsme to offer that, but if he’d rather I stay still during his first time, I’ll give that to him. I’ll give him whatever he needs.

“I want you to move.” His breathless whisper is so full of lust I damn near forget how to exhale, but when he rocks back against me and I slide a little deeper, the air comes whooshing out.

“Hang on.” Bracing a hand on his hip, I pull back and rear forward, and while I don’t slam into him the force of my thrust isn’t gentle either, pushing his body up the mattress. Bennet lets out a strangled groan, but whispers clear as day, “More.”

So, that’s what I give him.

Leveraging his position on the bed, I angle my thrusts downward, rolling my hips to press him into the mattress. Since I can’t wrap myhand around him this will give his dick the attention it deserves, and I’ll be able to hit his prostate with each pass.

Though I’m cautious not to go too fast or hard, I drive deep, grinding my pelvis against his ass and rubbing our balls together in the process. The squelching of lube and sweat joins his rhythmic moans, filling the room with a soundtrack that can only be described as hedonistic, although to my ears, the raw, uninhibited sounds are a measure of our desire.

The way we fit so perfectly…

The way we’remeantto…

The temptation to say that aloud is unbearable. Still, I hold my tongue, reminding myself that—for now—I have to be content with knowing he feels it too. He might not believe it yet, but he feels it. He feelsus, and how we move together. It’s a synchronization that started on the field and translates to the bedroom. Our bodies already know how to work together and push each other’s limits.

I just need his heart to catch up.

The belief that it will, eventually, has me moving faster. Harder. Pegging his prostate with every thrust, until he’s panting, mindlessly mutteringpleaseeach time I bottom out.

I’m muttering a plea of my own, trying desperately to hang on until I bring him to the finish, though the tight grip of his hole on my cock is making that a near impossible challenge.

“Please what, Lucy? What do you need?”

“More.”

“Need me to jerk your dick?”

“Yes,” he moans.

He’s full-on rutting against the bed so it’s hard to get my hand under his body, but once I do I wrap my hand around his length, squeezing him each time I piston my hips forward. The relieved groanhe lets out is positively filthy, causing my balls draw up tight with their impending release.

“There you go, Lucy.” I growl in his ear. “Come for me.”

As if waiting for that command, Bennet’s cock starts to spasm in my fist, and his warm release coats my fingers. For good measure, I also pinch one of his nipples with my free hand right as I peg his prostate, and his ass starts to contract around me.

This being his first time, it’s already a snug fit inside him, but the pressure intensifies exponentially when he goes off, so much so that my rhythm falters, and I tip over the edge without so much as a tingle of warning.

My orgasm crashes over me in a series of waves that slam into me with relentless force, each one stronger and more intense than the last. My toes curl, calves cramping painfully, and my vision ignites in series of colorful lights, though whether that’s from exertion or elation I’m not sure since I feel both.

Explosive. That’s how it is with Bennet. Like my body can’t contain its physical reaction to him so it short-circuits, and my senses go haywire. I’m not sure that’s totally healthy, but I’m not sure it’s a bad thing either. Love is supposed to be all-consuming, right?

And that’s what this is. For me, anyway. He’ll get there, too. One day. With nights like this, how could he not?

“Holy… Fuck, what did you do to me?” Bennet’s voice sounds dazed, like he’s only now coming back to consciousness.

I let go of his cock to grab my own, keeping the condom in place as I slide out of him, and giving him a soft kiss on the shoulder when he seems to whimper about the void I leave behind.

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