Page 35 of His Every Move

“Want to ride it, huh?”

“Mhmm.”

I allowed myself that. A single sound of affirmation. I wanted this, bad. More than he could possibly know.

I guided him to my hole. He pushed up slowly, pushing inside me. My mouth dropped open as a soft burn flashed into a wave of pleasure. My cock throbbed as he stretched me open.

It was intense. I paused, acclimating to his girthy presence. He grinned up at me, his tongue running along those pearly white teeth. “That feel good? Want more?”

I gave him a nod.

Of course I wanted more. That was all I wanted. More of him. More, more, more,more.

He thrust upward. Hard. I gasped, leaned forward, arched my back. He found a rhythm and started to fuck me.

I couldn’t hold back the moan, the deep and chesty moan that dragged with it four words I should never have said.

“You’re so fucking big.”

Those four words were enough to make Eli freeze, the entirety of his cock still inside me. He dropped his hands from my hips, head tilted to the side, recognition settling into his deep blue gaze.

“Detective? Is that you?”

Fuck.

This wasn’t good.

Chapter13

Elijah Grant

There wasno way the man currently sitting on my dick was actually Benji, the man I’d been daydreaming of since I met him. The chances of that being the case were slim to none. I was just so sprung, so obsessed with him, that I was looking for similarities in every man I interacted with.

That had to be the explanation. Even though…

He sounded just like Benji. And his build was also extremely similar, and… he wasn’t saying anything. He was frozen on top of me, my cock still warm inside his tight ass.

Holy fucking shit.

“Benji?”

He dropped his head. He sat down fully on my lap, encasing my entire length in his velvet heat. I closed my eyes, the momentary blast of pleasure overriding any other shred of logic or thoughts left in my brain.

When I opened my eyes again, the man—no,Benji—was removing his mask.

My jaw dropped. Shock mingled with the ecstasy still flooding through my system. Was this some kind of weird fever dream? Was I going to wake up in a puddle of sticky cum covering my bedsheets? Because this felt like way too big of a coincidence to even be real.

“You caught me.”

“Holy… seriously? How?”

Benji moved to get up from my lap, but I gripped his hips. His eyes, the same hazel eyes that had swept me away during our first meeting at Stonewall, searched mine with a curious gaze. “You don’t have to get off if you don’t want to.”

“I don’t.”

“Good, because I don’t want you to, either,” I said.

He licked his lips, sat back down. A moan slipped from my lips. This was beyond weird, and something about it was sending up some flags on the field. Not necessarily red flags, but certainly yellow ones. The smart thing to do would be to separate myself from Benji and wait for an explanation. But when did any man in the midst of getting his dick wet decide on doing what was smart over what was pleasurable?

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