Page 62 of Beautifully Conflicted

Since my tip is nice and wet from Bennet’s thorough data collection, I drag it over his length, making it slick enough that we glide together seamlessly. This time I allow one of those groans I stifledearlier to come out and am rewarded with a reciprocating one in a slightly deeper timbre.

“Like what you feel?” I ask coyly.

The tendons in Bennet’s neck stick out as he grits, “It’s kind of a tease, but…yeah. I like it.”

“What about what you see? Tell me.”

“This is hot.” He traces a finger over my abs, which flex and contract as I move. “And I like how your cock looks a little pink, the same way your cheeks get during our runs.”

The fact he’s noticed my cheeks fuels my belief that it’s only a matter of time before we’re boyfriends.

“Wanna jerk us off, or just keep frotting like this?” I swivel my hips to change things up, watching his Adam’s apple bob on a thick swallow.

“Fuck, I…”

“Not today.”Damn I want to kiss those lips. “Soon, I hope, but that’s gonna take more patience than I have right now.”

“I’m not sure I’m into you fucking me.” Bennet’s eyes, which were a little hooded, now look a little wary.

“Actually, I was talking aboutyoufuckingme. I told you I’d bottom, but I’m too riled up to prep. I wouldn’t object to your finger though.”

“I—”

“Or you could just squeeze my ass. Move me how you want to get yourself off.” That sounds like a compromise, but it’s just as much about making him comfortable as it is recreating the way he controlled things when he was groping my dick.That was so hot.

Two large hands snake their way to my backside, squeezing and pulling and guiding me to rub against him just how he likes. And I am sohere for it.

As a bigger guy, both in height and muscle, I haven’t found many partners who have the strength to control my movements. I’d usually have to help them along in some way, like thrusting my own hips instead of having a partner pull me to them. But Bennet is strong enough that I can relax my muscles and let him dictate how we move together.

And damn, we justfit.

Our cocks are well-matched in size, so I feel the friction of his along my entire length. And the way we grind together is perfectly synchronized, like we instinctively know how to move with one another. That’s beyond cool since I’m not usually on the same page as anyone, except my teammates, but in that case, we’re taught how to be on the same page, and then we practice it.

There’s no playbook for how Bennet and I are moving together right now. He’s in the lead and I’m along for the ride, but together we’ve got a good rhythm. One that’s got my dick ready to burst, even though the only thing touching it is his. Speaking of…

“Gonna paint your cock again if you keep this up,” I say through ragged breaths.

“Isn’t that the endgame here?”

“You weren’t a fan the last time I did it.”

“I didn’t want to admit I was a fan.” Bennet’s eyes are cloudy with lust as he watches our dicks rub together. “Go ahead, it’ll probably tip me over.”

“You first.” I reach out and pinch his nipple, not hard enough to bruise but hard enough to sting, knowing firsthand he’ll feel it in his cock. Sure enough, that beautiful specimen starts spurting all over his torso, and my dick, which in turn has me releasing all over his. And just like the last time, the sight of my cum on his skin seems to prolong my euphoria. My limbs seize, going virtually immobile as the aftershocksripple through me, falling limp when I’m spent. Only the hand braced on the armrest of the couch keeps me from collapsing onto Bennet’s chest, something I’m just lucid enough to recognize he’s probably not ready for.

“Holy shit!” Bennet’s chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath. “That was… You weren’t even holding my cock. How was that so good?”

“I have a few theories.”

When I don’t elaborate, he pulls his brows together and says, “You aren’t going to share?”

“You really need me to spell it out?”

“I asked, didn’t I?”

Chewing on my lip, I take in his flushed skin, our softening cocks snuggled together on his stomach—an image I know I’ll be pulling up with alarming frequency from here on out—and figure a little nudge in the direction I want him to go won’t hurt.

“There are certain advantages to hooking up with someone that has the same equipment you do.” That’s not my only theory, but it’s the only one he’s ready to hear right now.

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