Page 36 of Saddle Studs
“I don’t know if I can handle it,” I wanted him. “But I’m showered and clean, and I’ve been thinking a lot about it. Craving it.”
“Have you ever played with yourself before? Back there?”
I nodded. “I tried it with a cucumber once.” That’s how I knew I was sharing this moment with someone special. There was likely no one else in this world I’d be so open talking to about my first time with a vegetable.
“Oh damn. Was it like, one of those big individually wrapped ones?”
I chuckled at that. “It was. Took a lot of work getting it in.”
“Started at the advanced level, I see. Nice. And?” Benny asked. He casually smiled as he reached over and gently gripped my cock in his hand. “How was it?”
“Great,” I said. “Came buckets. Almost passed out from how good it felt.”
“Interesting… For some reason I didn’t peg you as a bottom?”
“Is that what you think I am?” I asked as Benny ran his thumb along the head of my leaking dick. I shuddered in pleasure as he brought his thumb up to his mouth and sucked.
“I think we’re gonna need to do some investigating,” Benny replied, bringing his hand down for some more. I moaned, pushing my hips forward. Looking down, I could see that the level of arousal Benny drew out of me made me drip like a broken faucet. The comforter underneath me had grown dark from my precum. He then took his wet fingers and slid them underneath me. My eyes shut and my chest tightened as hisfingers circled my hole. He did this motion for a little bit, circling and rubbing. I started to jerk myself off, the pleasure inside me turning into an all-consuming beast.
He applied pressure, the slickness from my precum helping his finger push inside me.
Thank fucking God the music was playing, because I couldn’t hold back my moan.
“How’s that feel?”
“Like I’m turning into a big hungry bottom.”
“Good,” Benny said, eye flickering with flames. “Lean back and relax then.”
16
BENNY
Sam’s bodyturned to clay in my hands. He melted into the bed as I played with his ass, fingering him, watching his eyes roll back. His mouth formed an O, his leaky dick letting me know just how much he liked what I was doing.
He wasn’t lying about his transformation into a hungry bottom. Sam took one finger, then two of my fingers, like a pro.
But I knew he wanted more. And so did I.
“One second,” I said, slowly pulling out of him. I went over to my bathroom and grabbed a plush navy blue towel. “Here, let’s put this underneath us. Lube stains are a bitch to clean.”
Sam laughed and shifted over so I could place the towel down. He lay on top of it and looked up at me, his eyes glassy with want and something else. Trust. That knocked the wind out of me more than anything. He looked wrecked already, and I hadn’t even… fuck. This was bad. I was falling… no. I’d fallen for this man. Years ago, I’d fallen hard for this man, and it was happening all over again.
I grabbed some lube from the nightstand and slicked up my fingers before I leaned down and kissed the inside of his thigh. Soft. Slow. A promise.
“You okay?” I asked, voice low.
He nodded. “Better than okay.”
I kissed a little higher, then higher still. My tongue traced the crease of his leg while my fingers worked into him again, slow and steady. His legs trembled slightly as I pressed in deeper.
“You feel so good,” I whispered. “Like you were made for this.”
His hips rolled up. “Benny, I… Oh fuck.”
I moved up his body, kissing a trail along his stomach, his chest, over his collarbone. I paused to press my lips to the spot just beneath his ear, then across his jaw. He turned into the kiss, our mouths catching—messy, deep, warm. We kissed like we’d been waiting years for this.
Because we had.
