Page 81 of A Stealthy Situation

Benny is the sexiest fucking sight I’ve ever seen, and even though I’ve been curious about sex with a man, I never thought it would be like that. To be hungry for it. To be begging him silently to go harder. Faster. To fight my instincts to strangle my dick and get myself to the finishing line.

His eyes are hooded, lips parted, and I’m on the same level. The little crease between his eyebrows drives me wild, and I want to bite it. I want to pull him closer and taste myself on his tongue again, but Benny’s pounding the life out of me, and I’m too afraid that if I touch him, he’ll stop.

He can’t stop. Not now.

He’s owning my body. I’ve never had that sappy connection from sex, but I’m getting it now. Heart too big. Balls too full. The intense need to hold him down and make him come. To do anything I need to for him to feel good.

The thoughts in my brain are all soft as I watch him, but the thoughts in my dick are hot as fuck. His pecs, his abs, the sheen of sweat over him. The light strip of chest hair I didn’t know he had but definitely fucking appreciate from my position looking up at him.

Benny flicks his wild curls over to one side, and the sight of a random one sticking to his neck takes me back. To the Jell-O wrestling, and the flirting, and the feel of his slick skin against mine.

“You better fucking hurry up,” I beg.

He’s panting when he replies. “I can slow down and draw it out more. Give us a chance to breathe and calm down.”

“No.” I shake my head hard so he knows I’m serious, my cap digging into the back of my neck. “I need to blow. Come on, Benny. Please. Fuck. I want to come in you so bad.”

“Shit.” His fingers grip tight as he picks up the speed, making his bedposts bounce off the wall with frenzied thuds. The sound is so hot I reach for my balls, gripping them tight and trying to keep my mind off the pleasurable ache building near my spine.

Benny cries out and stiffens, cock twitching where he’s buried inside me, but before I can check if he came, he pulls out, straddles my waist, and pulls the butt plug out. There’s no hesitation as he sinks down on my cock and almost makes me see stars.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

“Yeah? How do you think your virgin hole just felt?” He laughs as his mouth covers mine. The kiss has my toes curling into the mattress.

I tilt my head again, and again, my damn hat digs in. I grab it to toss it across the room when Benny takes it from me instead. Then, he holds my gaze and flicks it backward before pulling it down over his hair.

“Shiiiit,” hisses between my teeth, and I close my hands over his hips to steady him as I get to take my turn. I thrust up, cock so full and balls so tight that this really isn’t going to take long. He’s clamped tight around me, hockey thighs helping him bounce frantically on my cock. His spent dick is still half-hard, bobbing between us, and I can’t get over how sexy I find it. How sexy I find him.

Hovering over me, wearing my hat, all that muscle and cock on display. Now he’s gotten off, his smirk is back as he watches me fuck him, chasing my own high. I can’t get enough. Can’t decide if I even want to come, but the pressure building in my gut makes it clear that isn’t my choice anymore.

It’s inevitable.

So close.

Building.

Higher.

“Nrg fuck.”

It crashes into me, and my head drops back as I close my eyes against the room and blacken out everything but the way orgasm takes over. I’m coming for ages, then just when I think it’s done, aftershocks take their turn.

I’m panting when I’m steady enough to open my eyes.

I’m expecting more cockiness, but Benny’s face is soft.

“God, I loved seeing you come.”

That makes me laugh.

“I wanna do it again.”

I pull him down to crush him against my chest. “Give me a minute.”

“Only a minute?”

“Or two. Jesus.”

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