Page 57 of What We Had

Without preamble, I dropped my head all the way down on his cock. He gasped, hands squeezing fistfuls of my hair. I lowered my mouth onto him, all the way to the base where my nose sank into a patch of hair. Worked at my throat, made it move, madehimmove. He moaned loud enough that my own cock twitched in response.

Fuck “make Benny laugh.” Make Benny fuckingmoan.

Encouraged by his response, I bobbed my head up and plunged back down in quick, rapid strokes. My hands played at his balls, used the pooling saliva to wet my finger and sneak inside his hole. He gasped then, knees bucking up while my other hand held his pelvis down. He shouted a warning, not that I needed one. His balls went tight, pulled up into him.

I lifted my mouth to his head and stroked him while he came inside my mouth. I sucked greedily as tangy saltiness flooded my tongue. Continued to gush as I milked his cock in my hungry need for more. Fuck, the taste of him. I couldn’t get enough.

Bennett yanked back the covers when his orgasm finished. I came off him with apopand took in the view of a satiated Bennett Dubois—for the third time. I felt like a teenager again.

My cock was hard enough that it hurt. I would have to ignore that. After coming three times, I didn’t expect anything from Bennett in return. For now, at least.

So I was surprised when Bennett fished around on the bed until his hand produced the bottle of lube.

“Fuck me,” he said in a hasty voice. “Fuck me again, Connor.”

Those words. I could’ve come right there.

The first time I considered it lovemaking. The second time, to get out some urges. This time? I wondered how rough I could get with him.

Bennett had drawn up his knees and lifted his ass to expose himself to me—no, that wasn’t happening. I wanted different. I dropped onto my back beside him.

“Ride me,” I commanded. He obeyed without flinching. Swung himself up onto me like he was hopping into a saddle.

He popped the bottle open and practically upended the thing all over my dick. He slicked his hand, his cock that never went soft, then grabbed my dick in his slippery hand. Dutifully, I grabbed his cock in my hand, setting ourselves up in what was quickly becoming the way we fucked.

Bennett guided the head of my dick into his hole. I slipped inside and he paused, giving his body a moment. Meanwhile, I worked his dick as encouragement. When he started to fuck my fist, his ass slid down atop me. I groaned when our hips connected. Hands now free, Bennett slapped them both on my chest, grabbing my pecs hard enough that his fingertips went white. His eyes were squeezed shut, mouth dropped open as he worked himself back and forth on my cock. Beads of sweat popped along his chest, his dick getting harder in my hands. I almost came at the idea of makinghimcome twice in quick succession.

He suddenly slapped my hand away from his dick. I made to ask him what was wrong, but he spun his lower body. He had total control over the way he moved, thanks to years of gymnastics training. I watched, impressed, as he managed to turn completely around while still locked onto my dick. In seconds, his back was to me, arched perfectly to stick his ass out, as he leaned forward and braced his hands against my ankles.

“Fuck me, Connor,” he beckoned.

I grabbed his ass with both hands and bucked hard into him. Each slam home elicited a long and pleasureful moan from him. It was like those years of abstinence needed to be exorcised from him, like he had to make up for a pleasureless decade.

Bennett worked his ass in time to my thrusting. I could hear his own dick slapping against his abs with every rise of his body. I dug my feet into the bed as he put the weight of his upper body against them. He glanced over his shoulder at me, brow curled up in ecstasy, mine furrowed down in determination.

“Connor…” he said as a warning, still looking over his shoulder at me.

“No. Not yet. I wanna see you.”

Just as easily as he spun the first time, Bennett was back around, hands on my chest. One hand went automatically to his cock. He gathered up my other hand and plunged two of my digits into his mouth, sucked so hard his cheeks went hollow and I swear blood vessels burst on my fingertips.

I came inside him with a roar, shooting so deep I felt lost. Round after round emptied into Bennett. He had taken himself in his own hand and jerked off his cock hard and fast. Hot come spilled over my chest, arcing high enough that it splattered onto my chin. I swore and moaned at the way he shot—I had never seen him do that before.

My thrusting slowed, as did his, but our chests pumped as if we kept going. Bennett stretched his arms up, placing them on his head. I had a beautiful view of his chest, his obliques jutting out from his sides like he was showcasing himself for me. I slid my hands up and down his thighs as a way of calming me down more than him.

“You’re ahead by one,” I eventually said.

Bennett dropped his arms and collapsed onto me in a fit of laughter. He surreptitiously rolled his hips in a way so I could slide out.

“Didn’t think I could come twice like that,” he admitted. He rolled so we lay side by side. The sheets were a tangled nest at our feet. I started to respond, but he held up a finger and talked over me, “Not another word about ‘transcendental.’”

I laughed, rolled, tickled his side until he curled up into a ball in my arms. Kissed him on the neck, the cheek, the lips.

We fell asleep again. No sheets, just the heat between our bodies as the sweat cooled. I mouthed the wordsI love youinto his forehead. His hand tightened around my bicep. Could he read that? Did Bennett know? Did he feel the same?

ChapterSeventeen

BENNETTWOKEUPsleepily as I sat down on the bed next to him. He blinked slowly as a warm smile brightened his face.

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