Page 54 of What We Had

“To make love to you.”

Bennett slipped from my lap and stood. His eyes went half-lidded. I could see the length of him growing in his jeans. “Wait here.” Then he disappeared down the hallway.

I drained the rest of my drink and slid down a little into the couch. I wore those too-tight designer jeans again and a pool of precome already soaked my boxers. I thought of half a dozen ways to withhold the climax, to try and enjoy every second of the night I could.

Halfway through the third song on the album, Bennett’s heady voice carried down the hallway. “Connor,” he called out.

I struggled to get up from the couch. My heart pounded as if I had just downed four shots of vodka. I made a pit stop at the bathroom to rinse quickly with mouthwash. My hands shook so hard I spilled the aqua-blue liquid over my mouth. Dried off with a hand towel, looked myself in the mirror.

You got this. He’s just as nervous as you are. Show him how confident you are.

I stepped from the bathroom, each footfall heavy. Soft, flickering light emanated from the partially closed door to his bedroom. I pushed it open. Gasped.

Lit candles, on every available surface. Jazz pumped out somewhere from a hidden speaker. He had also been redecorating since I last saw the room. His mattress sat upon a tufted gray upholstered frame with a tall headboard. The new bedspread was in shades of ivory, cream, and eggshell, with a navy blue throw blanket hanging around the corner. A wide rug threaded in patterns of off-white and steel blue anchored the bed, now with two nightstands and masculine glass and steel table lamps.

He had hung heavy, gunmetal gray curtains—currently drawn shut—over the windows. A matching set of antique white bureaus replaced the tall dresser. One had a mirror that bounced around the countless tealight candles burning before it.

Bennett rested on the edge of his bed, a simple but hopeful smile on his face, belying any of the nerves that stormed inside my body. He seemed…

Confident. The lead-up was over. The moment had arrived. Bennett faced it without flinching.

I love this man.

I stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind me. On my way over to the bed, I spied the partially open nightstand drawer to see several bottles of lube. No condoms.

The previous evening, after Bennett had left, I replayed in my mind the fun we had. I figured I’d get ahead of future events and address a concern he might have. I shot him a text when he got home to inform him I hadn’t been with anyone in about a year and that, since then, I was tested and given the all clear. He responded and thanked me for my candor, said he was clean, too, and joked that it had been a lot longer than one year for him.

He understood what I tried to say, I thought as I sat on the bed beside him.

I gestured around us. “This is beautiful. You outdid yourself.”

I couldn’t meet his eyes. He had so much confidence and mine fled.

“Connor,” he said.

No choice. I looked at him. “Yeah?”

Bennett didn’t speak. He scooted farther back onto his pristinely made bed, rotated his body, and laid back. His hand went out and beckoned me to him. I turned, crawled onto the bed, and positioned myself over him. His hands went to my back and encouraged me to sink down atop him. His legs went wide, thighs opening as our pelvises connected. His ankles locked at the small of my back.

We kissed. Sweetly at first, like a slow-moving train. His tongue lapped leisurely at mine as if we had all the time in the world compressed into one evening. I went back on my knees and pulled my sweater up and off, then tossed it aside. Flexed a little, which made him smile. God, that smile.

I collapsed back atop him then rolled so that my back was on the bed. Bennett got the hint and pulled his own shirt off. I ogled at the view. I forged my body to look good in a photo shoot, but Bennett had raw strength. His pectorals were wide and shaped perfectly, the smallest tuft of blond hair forming in the canyon between them. His stomach was a single slab of muscle, taut and thick. I had only a moment before he put his body on mine.

Skin on skin. Heat and friction. Goose bumps undulated over my body. I hadn’t felt him against me in over a decade. The curve of him, the mound of his pecs pressed into mine. His back was so smooth under the calluses of my fingers. I traced them all along the muscle of his back while we kissed. Dared to dip my hand lower, sliding the tips of my fingers along the waistband of his pants. I glided effortlessly over the mound of his ass. I wanted to reach down and grab a handful, but restrained myself.

Bennett’s kisses moved from my lips to my neck. He nibbled lightly, kept trailing down. His tongue ran over the rise of my pec before he put a nipple between his teeth. I sucked in air, arched my back and my hips. He kept going, kissing and licking all along my abs, dipping a tongue into my navel.

He worked at the button of my jeans. The slow sound of a zipper going down shot through the room like thunder. I held my breath. Needed to.Hadto. The way he looked at me, the feel of his perfect body against mine… I would have a difficult time holding on.

Bennett tugged my pants over my thighs, down my calves, over my feet. He returned to me, kneeling so that his ass lifted in the air, his back arched while he put his hands on the waistband of my boxers. I was so hard and wet with precome that I thought the fabric would tear free. Bennett looked at me one last time before pulling all of my clothes off. My cock sprang free, slapped against my body. A thin streamer of clear liquid arced out.

He lapped his tongue against my balls, which quickly tightened up. I shuddered, grabbed a fistful of his bedspread to hang on. His tongue went up my shaft, then circled the head of my cock. I let out a fast, breathy whimper. Bennett grabbed the base of my cock in one hand, positioned his mouth over the tip and kissed it. Did it sweetly, like he would my lips. But then he shifted, I saw his ass dance side to side. He groaned deep, then dropped his mouth onto my cock.

I moaned so loud you would have thought I never received a blowjob before. Bennett moved cautiously at first. When enough spit had covered my shaft, he moved faster, finding a rhythm that he undoubtedly gathered from the way I groaned. His eyes were closed, and pleading moans filled his mouth as he savored my cock.

Wasn’t gonna last long.

I released my death grip on the bed and pushed my fingers through Bennett’s hair. “S-stop.” I pulled up a bit, nothing aggressive.

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