Page 93 of A Stealthy Situation

“Better hurry up, then. I’m gonna shoot.”

He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I’d keep his cock in my mouth always, if I could.

I suck him deep, still getting the hang of this deep-throating thing, but the way his grip returns to my hair makes me think I’m on the right track.

“Yeah, right … now …” His cum floods my mouth, and I drink it down greedily. Once he’s done, I grab his hip and flip him onto his front, then jack myself off over him. All it takes is gripping one cheek and spreading it open to see his hole, and then I’m coming.

I release into his crease, loving the way my cum runs over his hole and reaches his balls. Then, I rub my cockhead over the mess, using it to rub my cum into his skin.

When I’m done, I lean down to press a kiss between his shoulder blades. His legs twist back, ankles linking over mine, locking me in place.

“Can’t go anywhere now,” he says sleepily into my pillow.

“Good.” I nuzzle behind his ear. “I have no plans to.”

Benny passes out not long after, but I’m still wide-awake. I lie there and watch him, the way the moonlight through the trees outside creates patterns on his face, his slightly parted, pillowy lips, the dark eyelashes on his cheeks.

When he sleeps, he’s finally relaxed.

And it’s in the dark that I can well and truly acknowledge that it might be fast, but this is definitely love.

28

BENNY

Leaving Harrison naked and alone in bed is a crime I don’t want to commit. I love lying there and tracing his freckles, finding where one tanned shade blends into the next before tapering off to his stark white ass.

“Where are you going?” he mutters, half-asleep. It won’t be long until he’s up for his morning jog, but I want to get home and ready for class so I don’t miss anything. There’s also a rumor we’re supposed to be getting our stats grades today, and I don’t want to be around Harrison when they come in.

The last thing I’m going to do is tell him that, though, because he’s always so endlessly positive about it. Poor guy doesn’t realize how shitty that makes me feel.

“Home. Gotta shower before class since someone decided to give me a cum bath last night.”

“What can I say? It looks good on you.”

I smirk as I step into my shorts and T-shirt from yesterday. Even after a few years in California, it’s still odd to be mid-October and not need a jacket.

“What do you have on today?” I ask.

“Going to work on your charity idea. Think it could be fun, and I had some ideas last night.”

“That’s awesome.” I lean down to kiss him goodbye, but all it does is make me want to crawl back into bed. It’s stupid how quickly I’ve become addicted to this, and it scares me. Going all in with someone, giving them the power to hurt me, it’s not something I do lightly. Emotions and feelings are something I avoid for exactly that reason. I loved my parents, and look where that got me.

I might not be able to remember a lot, but I’ll never forget how it felt when they were gone.

I’m sure Harrison isn’t planning on dying on me in a hurry, but deciding he’s done with me and my shit, that’s a real possibility, and I’m constantly having to remind myself to play it cool.

No matter how desperately I want to be around him.

I pull away and stuff my feet into my flip-flops before heading to the door. “I’ll text you later.”

My phone beeps in my pocket, but before I pull it out, I glance back over at him, finding his phone in his hand.

“Beat you,” he says.

I act like I’m embarrassed by him, but the second I step outside of his room, I grab my phone, open the message, and almost die at the heart hands emoji he’s sent me.

I’m in so much fucking trouble.

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