Page 46 of A Stealthy Situation

Benny’s face lights up. “And why didn’t I get to hear about that?”

“I thought maybe we could experience it instead.”

He suddenly lets go of me and steps away. For one second, I’m lost for what I said to turn him off, but he just starts throwing open cupboards.

“What are you doing?”

“Normally I would have jumped on you by now, but I’m fucking starving. So, we’re getting a goddamn pot, putting dinner on exactly as it is, and then I’m going to jump on you.”

I laugh and flick open the corner cupboard. Benny all but dives inside for a pot, and while he fills it with water—cursing over how long it’s taking—I dump the unseasoned chicken onto a tray and shove it in the oven right as he throws the vegetables in the pot.

Then we meet halfway, bodies colliding, mouths crashing together like our lives depend on it. His lips part this time, and I groan as I drink in how he tastes, how he kisses, how his tongue meets mine over and over again. The kiss is deep, full of need, and possibly one of the hottest kisses I’ve ever had.

His hands slide over my shoulders, and he pushes down, almost making my knees buckle as I drop to them. At first, I think he’s about to ask me to suck his dick—something I need a second to think over—but then he says, “Sit.”

“Sit?” I drop back onto my ass, trying to work out where he’s going with this.

He doesn’t leave me waiting for long. Benny steps either side of my thighs and then lowers himself onto my lap.

I tremble, wrapping my arms around his shirtless torso, skin still warmed from the sun. He smells like salt and sunshine and him, and it has my dick hard as fucking steel.

“You okay?” he asks, voice dipped deep and gravelly.

“Instead of asking me that, get your mouth back on mine.”

He smiles, and the glimpse of it that I get before he’s kissing me again lights me up inside. The kissing is as erotic as any porn I’ve jerked off over, and while I wasn’t sure if I was interested in more than this, I know I am now.

I think I’ll die if this ends without seeing his dick.

But to do that, I have to stop kissing him. To touch it, I have to untangle my fingers from his hair. I don’t want to do either of those things.

There’s too much about Benny that I want. Too much I want to savor and experience and taste.

He’s heavy in my lap, and I love the solid weight of him too. Love that when my hands drop to his back, muscle ripples under my palms. When I reach his hips, they settle there, and with a boost of confidence, I pull him down to sit on me properly.

“Shit,” he rasps, rolling his hips. It’s delicious torture as his hardness ruts against mine.

The way he works his steely cock against me has my head going fuzzy, and I can’t help but sink my teeth into his lip. Just for a second. Just to ground myself.

My chest is working overtime as Benny tugs his lip away and pulls back to look down at me. Those shrewd eyes will be my undoing because I can’t look away from them as he drags his thumb over my lips, then presses it inside.

“Suck.”

I close my mouth around him and increase the pressure, stroking the pad of his thumb with my tongue. Benny’s eyes are hooded as he watches, and a thrill passes through me at making him feel this good.

When he pulls it out, I try my luck.

“You were picturing that was your cock, weren’t you?”

“Sure was.”

“Is that what you want? Me to blow you? Swallow your cum?”

He grunts, frown creasing his forehead. “I want whatever you’re comfortable with.”

On impulse, I press my hand to his groin. I can feel every ridge of his dick through his loose shorts, feel exactly how hard he is against my palm. Strangely, it makes me feel powerful, especially when he rubs himself against my hand.

“Touch me. Please.”

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