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He stilled.
That hesitation hit like a speed bump. Just for a second. His hands were still on me, gripping my shirt like he couldn’t let go.
“I want to,” he said. Quiet. Rough. Honest.
I waited.
He licked his lips. “I just… I want to be sure. I don’t wanna mess this up.”
“You think this would mess it up?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “That’s the problem. I want you. I want this. I’m just… not used to doing things that feel this real.”
His cock was still pressing into my hand, twitching with every word. But even with the primal heat scorching the ground underneath us, I couldn’t help and think:holy shit, is this fucker going to turn me away? Again?.
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SAM
There wasnothing in the world that would make me push Benny away in this moment.
I was done running. Finished denying myself the truth. I had thrown so much dirt on this piece of myself, trying to bury it alive. But I was finally,finallyable to suck in my first deep, rattling breath, sweet as heaven.
That’s how I felt being out here underneath the open sky, Benny’s hand between my legs and the taste of his kiss still on my lips. It was freeing. And I wanted more of it.
I wanted it all tonight.
“And I don’t want this to stop,” I said, leaning in for another kiss. My cock pushed against Benny’s palm. “This feeling. Am I ready to march on a pride parade? I’m not sure. But am I ready to march behind you to your bedroom and play with you all night? Abso-fucking-lutely.”
Benny’s face flashed with relief. I hadn’t even realized how tense he’d been getting. A thorn of sorrow pricked at my heart. It was my fault he was so damn anxious, considering the way I reacted the very first time we kissed.
I had to make it up to him. And it started tonight.
“To the bedroom then?”
“I’ll follow you, cowboy.”
He leaned in again, kissing me with years of pent-up want behind it. I matched his energy, our tongues lashing together. He nipped at my bottom lip. His teeth applied firm, delicious pressure. I tilted back and groaned out into the night.
Yeah. We had to get inside and behind closed doors soon. “Alright, let’s go, I feel like I was turning into a cock-hungry werewolf.”
“That’d be a show I’d watch. Someone has to suck a dick every night to keep their transformations from taking control.”
I snorted, amazed at how comfortable and turned on I felt, both at the same time. “Hurry, then,” I said, twitching my head to the left. “I’m starting to… starting to… want…coooock.” I said it in a low howl, pushing forward and gently dropping us onto the grass where we laughed and kissed and rubbed some more before we untangled and got back to our feet.
Thankfully the walk to Benny’s room was quick and sibling-free. There were no awkward excuses to make or pleasantries to put on. We just power walked our horny little asses directly into Benny’s bedroom, where he shut the door and we were back on each other in seconds.
Benny stumbled backward toward the bed, neither of us wanting to break the kiss. I frantically tugged at his shirt, wanting to get him completely naked as quickly as possible. He appeared to have the same goal for me because his fingers were deftly working the zipper of my jeans. I wasn’t joking about the fact that I leaked quite a bit. It was never really something the people I dated said they found attractive, and on a couple different occasions, their reactions had even made me slightly self-conscious about it.
But the way Benny’s eyes clouded over with lust when he saw the stain… fuck.
I dropped my jeans to the floor. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, which Benny appeared to appreciate. “Hold on,” he said, hurrying over to the nightstand. He was shirtless, in just a pair of tighty-whities, the fabric straining to contain his dick. “What kind of music do you want to listen to?”
I got onto the bed, spreading my legs, enjoying the soft embrace of the plush navy blue comforter. There were four gold trophies standing tall next to an ancient television set. It was the same TV he’d gotten back in high school. Shit, did that thing even get any color or was it still in black and white? “I’m good with whatever you’re good with.”
Benny shot me a look before turning on the speaker. He palmed himself with one hand and worked his phone with the other. “An NPR podcast on the migratory habits of yellow-crested Alaskan finches it is.”
“Right, like the one terrified of birds would be listening to that.”
