Page 106 of Beautifully Conflicted

“A little.”

“Feels like a lot.”

His dick lurches under my touch. “Mmm,” he grunts as I press his shaft to his stomach so I can lick his sac.

If I weren’t trying to keep his mind off his knee, I’d tell him to watch me. But he can’t look at me without seeing his leg, so instead, I swirl my tongue around and between his balls, using one hand to keep his dick out of the way, while the other draws featherlight strokes along his length.

Bennet seems to melt into the couch as I suck one of his nuts into my mouth, slurping gently for a beat until I switch to the other one.

“Not that I’m complaining,” Bennet pants, “but it is a good idea to blow me every time we ice my knee?”

“I don’t do this every time.” I slide my tongue between his nuts and lick a stripe from root to tip. “Just the first and last ones of the day.”

“Yeah, but what if I start associating ice treatments with blow jobs. I don’t want to start sporting boners during physical therapy.”

“That sounds like a you problem.” I glide over his length again, giving the indent at his crown a little flick.

He sucks in a ragged breath. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I’m not overly concerned with anything you’re saying while your cock is in my mouth.”

“So, you don’t care if I start popping boners at PT? Where my therapist might see them?”

I pause mid-swirl, contemplating whether I’m willing to risk anyone else seeing my man’s junk, then suck his crown with a mild shrug. “Compression shorts might keep you in check. Or a cup.”

“That’s just cruel,” Bennet mutters.

“So, you want me to stop?” Before he can answer I take him to the back of my throat, rolling his sac between my fingers as I swallow around him.

“Ahg.” His hips buck upward right as I’m retreating so I don’t choke. “That’s even more cruel.”

“That’s what I thought.” I dip low again, pulling back with exaggerated restraint, so it takes forever for me to reach his tip. Then I seal my lips around his crown and suck in earnest.

“Oh God, babe. Fuck.”

I pull off and gape at my boyfriend. “Babe?”

He lifts his head off the couch to look at me, eyes glazed. “Huh?”

“Did you just call me babe?” I wrap my fist loosely around him and give a lazy tug.

“Did I?”

“I think so.” I stroke him again, loving how that simple act seems to make him lose focus.

“Is that…” He tries to blink me into focus but gets sidetracked by my hand sliding over his shaft. Shaking his head, he tries again, “Is that…okay?”

“I could get used to it.” I bite my lip and grin as I give him a firm pump, causing his eyelids to flutter while I dive back down on his cock.

Bobbing in earnest, I take him as deep as I can, as fast as I can, massaging his balls until I feel him start to tense beneath me. But I don’t stop. I simply increase the pressure on his sac, nuzzling his crown until he comes back from the brink, and start again.

Despite having one leg immobile, Bennet’s hips swivel in earnest, writhing erratically in an effort to shove his dick further down my throat. Skin flushed and pink, chest heaving, swollen cock plunging between my lips… If I wasn’t borderline obsessed with the guy before, this erotic little display right here would seal the deal.

Is there anything hotter than watching a guy melt because of what you’re doing to him?

By the time his twenty minutes are nearly up, Bennet’s cock is covered in my saliva and turning an angry red color from being edged. So, I take pity on him and let go of his nuts as I suck him deep, humming around his length to tip him over the edge.

He bucks up as the first spurt hits my throat, a relieved cry bursting from his lips as he finds his release. I rush to swallow so I can keep him in my mouth until he’s spent. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck and lick along his shaft to gather every last drop.

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