Page 61 of Beautifully Conflicted

“Deal.” I lean forward to kiss him, again. And he pulls back.Again.

“I’m not sure I’m ready for that.” His eyes dart between my lips and my eyes.

“What are you ready for?”

“Could we maybe—” he glances at my lap before looking at his “—rub our cocks together? I didn’t… I didn’t really watch before, and I want to see—”

“What we look like together? Fuck yeah. Take your pants off.” My shirt is already gone and I’m halfway out of my sweats before Bennet starts working on his jeans, which he forgets to undo as soon as his eyes land on my dick. Wide and—intrigued, I think—they stay on me as I move to stand in front of him.

“How are you already so hard?”

“I told you; this is the effect you have on me.” I straddle him, still standing, so my cock is level with his face. “You can touch it.”

Timid sapphire eyes blink up at me before falling back to my dick. Lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling steadily, Bennet’s hand lifts off his pants and stretches forward, pausing a few inches from my tip. I rock my hips forward, closing enough distance that he can touch me if he pushes forward another half inch. Then I pause, waiting to see if he’ll take that final step. And when his finger brushes over my slit, my eyes flutter shut, and my breath becomes trapped in my throat.

Is this really happening?

The tingles swirling around my crown say yes, and when I open my eyes, Bennet’s still there, running his finger along my erection.

Stilted breath passing through full lips... A slight flush on his cheeks… The hint of wonder in his eyes, hidden somewhat under a crop of dark hair… It’s sexier in real life, better than any fantasy I’ve ever conjured, and we’ve barely even gotten started.

“Well?” I ask as he trails his fingers along my length.

“Don’t fish for compliments, you already know you have a nice cock.”

“I was checking in to see how you’re doing since this is the first time you’ve touched someone else’s junk.”

“Why do you assume that?”

“Gee, I don’t know, that whole conversation we just had. Plus, you’re barely touching it, like you’re—holy shit.”I clench my abs to stop myself from falling forward when Bennet closes his fist around me and gives a firm tug, causing my vision to go hazy.

“I’m not afraid of your dick. I’m collecting data.” He gives me another hearty tug before dropping his hand to my balls and rolling them gently in his palm.

He remembered that from when I sucked him off? Damn that’s sweet. He’s totally falling for me.

I hold utterly still while Bennet explores my dick, tracing the ridges of my crown, squeezing my girth, sliding his fist over my length—edging me in the best possible way. It’s so good, it’s a miracle I’m still standing, because God knows it’s taking all the willpower I posses not to rut into his hand like an animal. If I weren’t still convinced aggression would spook him, I’m not sure I’d be able to contain my urges.

And let’s be honest, standing stark naked in front of him while he’s fully clothed, getting fondled within an inch of my restraint, is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. And that’s including our naughty shower and the time I sucked him off.

There’s something soprimal,soraw, about being touched by a person whose body isn’t on display the way your own is. It makes the contact seem forbidden as well as arousing. My dick is a fan. So much so that I’ve had to resort to counting a few times to pull myself back from the ledge.

“I hope you’ve got all your data, because we’re not gonna get to the part where we rub our cocks together if you keep this up.”

“I don’t have any data. You haven’t so much as moaned.” He gives me a final pull before letting go.

“That’s because I’ve been reciting the multiplication tables as a distraction.”

“Trying to spare my feelings about giving a shit hand job?” He snorts.

“Trying not to come before you get your dick out. This is a top tier hand job. Look, I’m shaking.” I hold my arm out so he can see the way my fingers tremble. “Seriously though, clothes off. I can’t wait any longer.”

“I guess that tracks since you’re rarely quiet.” Bennet’s half grin almost tips me over the edge, but he quickly undoes his pants and lifts his hips so I can pull them the rest of the way off. Then the second his shirt whips over his head, I’m dragging him to his knees and climbing into his lap.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” I sigh as my weight settles on his thighs, and our shafts brush together.

Truth be told, I’ve never rubbed my dick against something without enjoying it, but rubbing against another guy’s junk is my favorite. And when that junk belongs to Bennet, who’s got a straight, thick, and downrightprettycock… I’m in literal heaven.

Rocking my hips back and forth, I take a moment to just appreciate the view. The way his olive skin tone contrasts my slightly paler complexion… How our dicks twitch when I pull back, like they’re begging me not to break contact…

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