Page 55 of What We Had

Bennett released me with a wetpop. Grinned wide. “Yeah?”

I smiled back at him. Nodded. “Don’t worry, Benny, you still got it.”

“Damn right I do,” he muttered to himself.

He sat back and worked at his own pants. Got them and his boxers off in one fluid motion. Again, he crashed back into me. Full skin contact, more than just chests. I cried out in a wordless, hoarse breath. Bennett’s thighs went outside mine as he dipped his ass low. The heat radiating off his hole against the shaft of my dick—fuck. Every neuron in my body came alive with awareness of Bennett’s body, like each hair on him communicated ecstasy to me. My hips lifted, legs straight as my cock naturally tried to find a way to enter him.

We kept kissing, our mouths never leaving each other, like we had been lost and found again. I reached down between my legs to work my cock like a joystick. Positioned it to find Bennett’s hole, to tease him with the head of my cock. He moaned into my mouth.

“More,” he mumbled repeatedly. He grabbed my free hand, brought it up, shoved my index finger into his mouth and sucked. Pulled it out and away before I could enjoy it. His hand brought mine back down and guided me to his ass.

I plunged my tongue into his mouth to distract him. Pulled away, teeth sinking onto his lips as I tugged. When he groaned, I slipped the tip of my finger inside. When his breath caught, I kissed him again, shoving my tongue deeper into his mouth as I slid my finger to the knuckle. Kept it there. Let him adjust.

His breathing dramatically increased. Pulled a fraction away from me.

He trusts you, I told myself.Let him lean into that trust.

“Don’t stop kissing me,” I implored him. “Focus on me. Right here. Kiss me.”

He listened. I got my finger all the way in and made slow circles inside him. The way he gyrated his ass gave me all the feedback I needed. I started with a second finger and, unprompted, he threw himself into how he kissed me, like he needed to pillage my mouth for gold. In time, I got my second finger all the way in. His hips stopped moving, which I understood. He needed a minute to adjust.

Bennett took the initiative after that. He lifted his ass from me, slid my fingers out, and stretched his body to reach the drawer of his nightstand. When he retracted and came back to me, his hands were shaking.

“What’s the best way to…”

Ah, there were his nerves. Mentally, I commended how far he had made it. My brave Benny.

Rolled again. I put Bennett on his back, got a handful of his perfect ass to lift his hips. I grabbed an extra pillow and propped it under his lower back for better support. “Keep your eyes on me,” I asked of him.

One bottle top pop later, I had my hand and cock slick. I worked a lubed finger back inside him and when the second joined, things went a lot smoother. Bennett thrusted into the air at that point, mouth agape as I dragged my fingers against his prostate. When he closed his eyes to enjoy himself, I asserted myself.

“Look at me, Bennett,” I said. I needed him to see me, to see that the trust between us was unbreakable.

Fingers came out. More lube on my dick. I looked down to form a target. Looked back up. His eyes never left mine, his brow curled upward.

“Please,” he whispered. “Please, Connor. Please.”

I pressed the head of my cock against his hole. He gasped as I pushed painfully slow. Ecstasy flooded me as the tip slipped fully inside, then waited. God, he was so tight. Clenching.

I remembered an old trick.

Hand still slick with lube, I grabbed his cock near the tip, laying my fist flat against his belly. He naturally slid his hips up to fuck my fist and when he came out of the thrust, his ass lowered more onto my cock. I moved with him, of course, to gain more distance, but I primarily let him do it. The pleasure from my jerking him off overrode the pressure from my cock in his somewhat virgin ass.

“Fuck.” That was Bennett, to my surprise. I had my focus on the heat and flesh between us. Looked up. He had his head tilted back. Like me earlier, he had handfuls of the bedspread clenched between his fists. The way his hips dipped and jerked, fucking my hand as his hole slid deeper over my cock.

I reached the base of my dick. Fully inside Bennett. The overpowering heat of being inside him, the incredible pressure squeezing my cock. I’d have to think of something religious to keep myself from blowing.

We remained still, both of us in syncopated breathing. I grabbed his ass again to get us better positioned and carefully slung one of his muscular legs up and over my shoulder. Kissed his calf. I bent over and he folded easily. Fucking gymnasts. Our chests kissed, then our lips.

“Your hand,” Bennett implored. “The hand thing.”

No need to tell me twice. I grabbed his cock again and we both started into thrusting at the same time. I had released his leg so I could prop myself against the headboard. He had one hand on the crook of his knee to stay bent, the other hooked on the back of my neck.

I moved rhythmically to whatever tempo he set while thrusting my fist with his cock. The song we created would be short. Embarrassingly short. The deeper I carved out a home inside him, the shorter my fuse ran.

He must have seen my thoughts through my eyes. His thrusting quickened. His mouth opened to speak but only gibberish came out. I felt his balls tightening against his body. Felt my own do the same. That rush, that full-bodied experience of everything firing like a thousand sparks of lightning.

“Connor,” he warned, a beautiful, breathy word.

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