Page 67 of The Rivals' Touch

Zayd takes another bite of his apple. “I live here.”

Bennett grows taller next to me.

I place my hand on his chest and smile up at him. “Want me to show you around?”

“Why don’t we start with your bedroom?” he asks me, still looking at Zayd.

I want to roll my eyes at their cock-measuring competition.

“Ah! Nice to see you, Bennett!” My father beams, joining us in the hallway. He pats Bennett’s back as if he’s the son he never had.

Zayd watches me as he bites into his apple like it has offended him somehow.

I glare back.

“I’m beat! Mind if we go upstairs for a while?” Bennett asks my father.

“Not at all. We still have another two hours before we have to set off for the game.”

As Bennett leads me away, I smile sweetly at Zayd. I shouldn’t get this much enjoyment out of watching him turn green with envy, but I do. I enjoy it immensely.

But when we enter my room, unease churns my stomach. The door has barely closed before Bennett’s lips are on mine, and he’s pulling my jeans down my thighs. “Fuck, I’ve missed you!” He pushes me up against the door and crouches down.

“Maybe we should wait?” I say as he removes my jeans.

“Fuck no! I’ve missed this cunt!” He slides my panties down my thighs and tosses them over his shoulder with a mischievous grin. His warm mouth descends on my pussy.

“Bennett!” I gasp, burying my fingers in his blonde hair. Fuck, it feels so good! Bennett knows exactly what I like and how to work me into a frenzy.

“You taste so fucking good!” He nibbles on my pussy lips and sucks my clit into his mouth.

The door to Zayd’s room shuts, and my eyes fly open. It shouldn’t turn me on, knowing he’s in there listening to my moans, but it does.

“I need to fuck you!” Bennett says, rising to his feet. He unbuckles his belt, and I help him pull his zipper down. His thick length twitches in my hand when I lower his jeans and palm him.

Bennett fists the back of my hair and tastes me with punishing kisses. He’s so tall my neck aches. I rise up on my tiptoes to meet him, stroke for stroke.

He lifts me up against the door, aligns his cock with my entrance, and slams into me with a powerful thrust. His masculine groan vibrates against my chest. “Fuck, Remi!”

I wriggle at the intrusion of his impressive length. It burns in the best way possible. “Fuck me, Bennett!”

He buries his face in my neck and begins thrusting hard and fast. “Fuck!” he curses, squeezing my ass.

“Harder, babe!” I urge, staring at the wall connecting my room to Zayd’s.He’s in there, listening.

Bennett grunts in my ear and wraps his fingers around my neck. “You feel so fucking good!”

“I think the door needs oiling,” I tell him, giggling as it starts squeaking repeatedly.

“Let’s break it!” His smile is wide against my lips. I throw my head back with a moan, squeezing his waist with my thighs. I’ve missed feeling him inside me.

Reaching down between our bodies, he flicks my clit over and over, gentle at first and then harder.

“Bennett,” I mewl, and my pussy clamps down on his dick as I climax.

“Fuck! I can’t…” he grunts, not far behind, pistoning against me. Then he stills, his cock buried deep inside me. He stays like that, breathing hard against my neck until his heartbeat returns to normal and his breaths stop gusting against my skin.

I’m lowered to my feet, and Bennett zips himself into his jeans.

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