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His sky-blue eyes sparkle at me. “So cliché. I bet you bore your wife in the sack, too.”
I can’t help the rumbly laugh that bubbles from my throat. “You have no idea.”
The tension in the air is building while we sit side-by-side. I couldn’t tell you if I tried what’s happening in this movie because I’m too busy watching my husband in my peripheral, dressed in sweats like mine and a white t-shirt that hugs his bulk of muscles so well it may as well not even be there, while he sits still and plays this game.
Games with Ben are my favorite pastime, honestly. For someone who claimed to be that boring married guy before we met, he certainly makes everything… thrilling.
Minutes pass, and I can feel Ben inching closer to me. Every time he pretends to stretch, he gets closer, and it reminds me so much of me two years ago, I could implode.
I know he’s doing this on purpose. And now I’m anxiously awaiting his next move.
Ben finishes his beer and leans forward to place the bottle on the coffee table. And when he comes back, he’s so close that our arms are touching.
I gulp back the rest of my beer, and he reaches for the bottle, taking it from my hand, making sure to really let his fingers linger on mine this time.
My face tilts to his and I watch him watching me, his eyes falling to my lips only briefly. Then he places my bottle down, turning to face me until our knees are touching.
“So… Mr. Lockwood,” he rumbles, leaning back on the couch, his fingers ghosting over the nape of my neck. “I have a question for you.”
I swallow. “Ask away, Mr. Harper.”
His smile goes wicked. “As far as blowjobs go… do you think you can tell the difference between a girl’s mouth… and a guy’s?” His fingers dance along my nape, playing with my hair.
My cock thumps hard in my pants, my balls yelling at me to tackle him and show him exactly who that mouth belongs to.
But the game…
“I wouldn’t know,” I mumble, feigning nervousness that’s honestly a little bit real. “I’ve only ever been with girls.”
“I see…” he nods. “Well, for the sake of testing the theory…”
And then he slides off the couch onto his knees.
He moves my legs apart, wedging himself in between them while he peers up at me, biting his lip until my cock is leaking in my sweats.
“Fuck…” I whisper, wanting those perfect lips more than I want to breathe.
“Close your eyes,” he demands in a soft voice, like a puff of smoke into the air.
I do as he says, forcing them shut, even though I desperately want to watch everything he’s doing. He slides his large hands up my thighs, kneading as he goes, then takes the waistband of my pants and pulls them down, my eager dick poking out. I lift my hips so he can get them down more, at which point he rubs my bare thighs with his hands until I can’t help but hum.
“That feels good,” I whisper without even thinking, and he chuckles.
“Thatfeels good? Wow… You’re an easy sell, huh?”
“Your hands are so strong,” I rasp as he continues to massage my thighs, pushing them apart wider as he does.
“So you can obviously tell I’m a guy…” He mumbles and I nod. “How about now?”
His hand fists around my erection and I whimper.
“Mmm… yea. Yea, that hand is very… masculine.”
“But you like it?” His voice is like the purr of a high-horse engine. Growly and rough, but somehow soothing and as smooth as caramel.
I nod slowly. “I never thought I would, but… don’t stop.”
He hums, giving my cock one long stroke, from my balls all the way up, then back down, tender yet insistent at once.
