Page 93 of Loved By The Bad Boy

My head dips, and my lips brush his ear. “Lead the way, Benny.”

Thirty-Nine

The rumbleof my stomach jolts us awake. Ben stretches with a yawn, and the cover rolls down his waist to reveal his dick. Lust replaces the pangs of hunger eating my insides. Heat floods my cheeks at the thought of sucking him. I don’t know if it’s weird that I like the taste of his sperm, but I can’t be the only one who loves giving her boyfriend a blowjob. Ben grins the next time he catches me staring at his pulsing length. I try to play it off, but he brings my hand over his penis.

“Food,” I say, but I stroke him slowly. “I need food.”

Ben helps me with the stroking, his big hand covering mine to quicken my movements. Our eyes hold. My core throbs. His breathing shallows and the hand tangled in my hair drops to the bed.

“I have food for you right here.”

“Real food.” Precum beads on his shaft, and I run my tongue over it. “Not Benny’s food.”

Sliding his hands under my armpit, Ben pulls me up. My hair curtains our faces, and his eyes narrow. I kiss his nose. His erection digs into my stomach, and we stare at it as it leaks more cum.

“This is real food. With enough protein, I may add.”

“Fuck you, Benny.”

“But you already did.” And we fell asleep right after. Since we’ve been sneaking around to fuck, doing it on a bed felt so different. I couldn’t keep my eyes open after the first round. My mouth closes, and his dick does a little jerk. I jump off the bed to wear my clothes, but Ben drags me back. He pins me under him and nibbles the spot behind my ear. A moan hitches in my throat as his fingers rub my nipples until they harden. Now, I’m wetter. “Are you mad? It was just a joke.”

“No.” I cup him with both hands. His mouth parts, but he never gets a word out. Pumping him faster, I finally let go when his warm sperm coats my belly. “But I’ll be if you don’t feed me.”

Ben snorts into a laugh, pressing a kiss on my forehead before disappearing.

“You have a nice butt,” I scream at his back.

On his return, Ben murmurs, “Says the girl with the nicest butt.” His brows knit in concentration as he cleans me up, and I watch in awe and appreciation. “Why are you smiling at me like that?”

I repeat his answer from earlier. “Because I love you.”

One kiss on my nose has my whole body tingling. Ben offers me my clothes. Minutes later, we are both dressed. I hide a grin as he picks up the wristwatch I gifted him on the nightstand. This room is bereft of furniture except for the bed and nightstand. Josef and Maddie would hate us if they found out what we were doing in the room before they got a chance to check it out or move in.

“Ready? There’s a place down the corner. We can grab lunch.” Ben peeks at his wristwatch, and a wedge appears between his brows. I clear my throat, and he redirects all his attention to me. There’s no school for us today. “If we make it back in time, I’ll show you the attached gym.”

Since we moved, I have not been to a gym. Coach will be disappointed. Visiting the gym would be nice, but I need food first. I can’t function without it. We head to the spot for a late lunch. Ben gobbles his meal while I chew slowly. A notification pops up on my screen. I glance at it, and he snatches the phone from the table. It’s Jon. He wants to know when I’ll be available for a shoot.

I swipe the back of my arm against my lips and stretch my hand for the phone. Ben frowns.

“It’s important, Benny. I have to reply.” He spares the phone a look and slides it across the table. Most times, when we go out to eat, he sits across from me to watch me and tangle our legs under the table. I’m halfway into my reply when I pause. “When do you think I should go for it?”

The semester will be over soon, which means Ben has to return to San Francisco. He hasn’t said a word about that, so I am asking this with the hope that he’ll provide a date so I’ll know when he leaves and have enough time to prepare myself for his absence. I’ll also need to find an apartment.

“Whenever you want,” he says.

That’s too vague. I lean back into my seat, growing conscious of our environment. The place is busy. Everyone moves like they have to be out of here immediately. Ben and I are the only ones who look relaxed. My finger circles the rim of my soda. If I ask, he will postpone the discussion.

“Next week sounds cool.” Ben gives a nod of approval. Nothing more, nothing less. My heart drums against my ribcage. I cannot panic. He’s still here. We have time with each other. I stretch forward and interlace our fingers on the table. “Will you come with me? But you have to drive.”

I don’t drive as much anymore. It’s kind of fun to have someone drive me around.

“Hmm. What if I have something to do?” he asks.

“You’ll cancel it.”

Ben snickers. “Fine. Because you asked nicely.”

About twenty minutes later, we hit the gym. It’s different. It’s bigger. Some men practice in the ring. In another corner, a punching bag hangs from the ceiling, and a glass office occupies the other end. The smacks, grunts, and office bring back fond memories, and I poke Ben’s shoulder.

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