Chapter 21
21
B entley must wake up first because my brain slowly comes to when I feel his rough hand glide across the skin of my back.
“Wake up,” he whispers near my ear before kissing between my shoulder blades.
“What time is it?” I groan, voice still thick with sleep.
“Like nine.” He keeps kissing my skin, moving up toward my hairline on the back of my neck. I open my eyes, finding myself staring at the edge of his bed and the rest of his room beyond. We must have all shuffled around in our sleep. I vaguely remember Janette leaving at one point to pee before climbing over both of us to snuggle back in from behind me where I rested my head against Bentley’s shoulder.
Flipping my head over, I find Bentley beside me, Janette’s mass of light brown curls visible just over his shoulder. Her soft snores float over us, and I smirk at Bentley. “Why is she allowed to sleep in, but not me?”
“She had both of us tire her out last night, and I woke up wanting you.” I smile lazily at his words, stretching my arms out underneath the pillow and enjoying the pop of my spine.
I groan and settle back in. “Well, I’m not going anywhere.” Bentley smiles, leaning in to kiss me slowly. He takes his time, hand on the back of my head, threading into my hair and massaging my scalp. I open up to him, letting his tongue invade my mouth and rove over my own.
His hand coasts down my back, dipping under the edge of the comforter laying across my lower half. He grips my ass, digging his fingers into my flesh. “I want to fuck you,” he whispers against my lips. The words travel through my blood, lighting a trail of fire in me as it all travels south to my already stiff cock pinned beneath me.
I tip my head forward, touching my forehead to Bentley’s as he stares into my eyes. “Do it.”
He groans, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. Then he sits up quickly, the comforter sliding down to reveal his nakedness. I glance at Janette, finding her on her stomach, head turned away from me still softly snoring.
Bentley pulls the comforter away from me, icy morning air biting my skin. I whine and bury my face in the pillow, Bentley rubbing over my back and legs with a chuckle. “Ass up,” he says, tapping my side as he gets off the bed and walks over to rummage around in his dresser. I tuck my knees in underneath me, keeping my face in the pillow and listening to him move around. He stops rummaging and closes the dresser drawer lightly, padding back across the floor to the bed. It creaks a little as he kneels on the edge and moves in behind me. Something lands on the bed beside me, bouncing once on the mattress.
His fingers knead the muscles of my lower back and I hum, smiling into the pillow. “Have you done this before?”
I nod, closing my eyes as I turn my head to the side. “Yes,” I say, watching the sun streaming in through the window above us and fall on the floor of his room. I look back at him, smirking. “You’re not my first.”
Bentley swats my ass, creating a sting that he rubs in with a returning smirk. “Good. This will be easier then.” He runs his hands down the backs of my thighs, pushing my legs wider, before bringing them back up. One slides along my side, grounding me as his other hand slides down to rub over my perineum. My cock twitches beneath me.
He reaches out, still rubbing me with his other hand, dabbling closer to my puckered rim. He grabs the bottle of lube he threw down on the bed beside me and I hear the cap click open as my breathing picks up. His hands leave me for a moment, and I wait in bated anticipation as he squirts some into his hand. My chest tightens at the first slick glide of his finger over my back hole, but I steady my breathing. He takes his time, relaxing every muscle as he spreads the lube around, making sparks shoot up and down my spine.
The first press of his finger past my oiled muscles makes a long groan escape my throat and I push back toward him at the familiar pressure. He sinks in to the first knuckle, turning his finger to the side to stretch me out slowly. “You’re tight,” Bentley says in a gravelly voice.
“It’s been a while,” I murmur, fisting my hands in the sheets on either side of me as he presses in further. His other hand smooths over my ass, kneading and pinching as he starts adding a second finger. I sigh when he starts moving them together, stretching and twisting his hand for a while. My mind goes blank when he adds the third, muscles fully relaxed so that it slides in easily. He starts moving his hand faster, plunging his fingers in, and curling them inside. He chuckles when I cry out, fingers finding the right spot to tease.
“Fuck, Bent,” I mutter, pushing my hips back to meet the heel of his hand. My cock bounces as I move, straining and starting to leak as the pace increases. I turn my head back into the pillow and Bentley removes his fingers, smoothing his other hand down my back to my shoulder. His back lays over me, lips ghosting over the spots he kissed as I woke up.
When he reaches my ear, he asks, “Do you want me to wear a condom?”
I turn my head to the side, seeking out his mouth with my own. He quickly kisses me before pulling back to look me in the eyes.
“No, I trust you,” I whisper.
He stares at me for a moment before kissing me again, warm hands massaging my skin.
I turn my face back into the pillows as he positions himself over me.
The tip of his lube slicked cock prods at my back entrance, and I reach back. Bentley’s hand leaves my shoulder, grabbing mine and folding my arm behind my back as our fingers intertwine. He squeezes, asking, “Ready?” I nod, head still buried in the pillow until I turn it to the side.
“Yes,” I breathe just as he presses forward, entering me slowly as he did with Janette last night. I moan at the feel of him sliding deep inside me, the muscles of my ass squeezing around his length as I breathe. “Jesus, you’re huge.”
Bentley chuckles in my ear. “You can take it, baby.”
He keeps slowly rocking forward, each new inch making me groan. When his hips finally touch my skin, he pauses, giving me a moment to adjust. I squeeze his hand, whispering, “Please, Bentley.”
He chuckles, running his knuckles down my spine. “Please, what?” he whispers, kissing my temple.
I bow, my head turning to the side to meet his shadowy hazel gaze. “Fuck me. Hard .”
Leaning back, he pulls out, almost all the way and then slams forward. I groan, biting into the pillow beneath me. He sets a steady slow pace, thrusting into me sharply then pulling out oh so slow.
Unintelligible sound leaves my lips before I’m able to say a single hoarse word, “Faster.”
Bentley’s skin presses in against mine until his short, labored breaths caress my ear. “Uh, uh. You wanted hard.” He punctuates the sentence with another rough thrust. “Let me savor this.”
His maddening slowness makes all thought impossible. Combined with the heat of him across my back, the tight grip of his hand in mine, and his harsh breathing in my ear, all I can sense is Bentley. He surrounds me, consuming my mind and body, as his hips start to stutter, and his pace increases ever so slightly.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs, groaning into the side of my neck. I feel his lips press against the skin before his teeth replace them, biting down on my flesh. My dick twitches, trapped between myself and the mattress and painfully hard.
Groaning as he pulls back, his hand finds my hip, and I suck in a breath, feeling the tension in the room ricochet. Bentley pounds into me, suddenly setting a brutal pace that draws long moans from my lips and bashing any distance between me and the edge of orgasm to pieces. I squeeze my eyes closed, barely able to catch my breath as I leverage myself up on my free hand and grind back, matching his pace happily. He swears behind me, reaching around my waist to grab hold of my dick and starts to furiously stroke in time with his hips. I cry out, mindlessly pumping my hips into his fist as he fucks my ass. We breathe together, racing toward our peaks and I hear him grunt, low and masculine, behind me before feeling his warm cum fill me.
He lets go of my cock, and I cry out, the move pulling me back from the edge I was so close to falling over. Bentley sits up, letting go of my hand and lazily thrusting into me a couple more times before pulling out. His hands move back to my hips, pushing me over so that I land breathless on my back and feel some of his cum slide out underneath me.
I stare up at him through the lusty haze clouding my vision, chest raking in air, and watch as he backs down the bed before leaning forward and taking my hard cock in his mouth. I throw an arm over my eyes as he sucks hard, deep throating me twice before I explode, coming while he swallows around my head.
Swiping my arm upward across my forehead, I shake my head, catching sight of the sage green eyes peering over at us from the other side of the bed. “You two are beautiful together,” Janette whispers and I smile as Bentley lays back down between us.
“Good morning, sunshine.” He leans over to kiss her shoulder, letting an arm fall over my stomach.
Janette pushes up on her arms, looking down at us as she stretches out her back. “I don’t know how I feel about that nickname.”
I chuckle, turning on my side to snuggle into Bentley and hitch my leg up over his. “Maybe we should make one for Bentley.”
A sly grin creeps onto her face as she lowers herself back down, hiding her chest from view again. “Muffin?” she tests.
“Honeybun?” I counter.
“Beefcake.” She chortles and I smile, watching her.
“Why are these all food based?” Bentley grumbles, face stormy as he stares up at the ceiling.
“You’re a growing boy,” I say, patting his taut stomach.
Janette snorts. “If I’m sunshine, I could call you ‘my moon.’” Her sarcastic tone makes her thoughts on that known but does nothing to stop the smile from splitting Bentley’s lips.
He tips his head toward her. “I wouldn’t be against it.”
Her eyes narrow on him. “Not going to happen.” He shrugs but continues smiling at her.
“Maybe we should know more about you, Bent. Tell us your life story.” I shuffle closer and Janette laughs when his head flips over toward me, looking wary.
She presses in closer to him, tangling her leg with both of ours and wrapping her arm around his chest. “Yeah, spill all your secrets.”
“What about you two? Why do I have to share first?” He glances between us, reaching up to brush some haphazard curls off Janette’s forehead.
“We grew up together. We already know most of each other’s history.” She shrugs, and I watch Bentley’s face grow pensive, eyes going back to the ceiling above us.
“Does that bother you?” I stroke small circles across his stomach as I ask.
“No,” he hums, pulling an arm up and tucking it under his head. “Just going to have to catch up.” He shrugs.
“How long have you known you’re bi?” Janette asks.
I bark out a laugh, looking over at her curious face. “Into the thick of it then? Not going to start with something easy like favorite color first, Blue?” I wink when she glares over at me.
“It’s okay, sunshine. I can already guess yours.” Bentley tucks his chin in to look down at Janette on his chest. “I figured it out a couple years ago.” We both settle in, staring up at him as he tells his story. “I had only dated or wanted girls for most of high school, but my parents took me on a trip to Rio before my junior year. They usually work on our ‘vacations,’ so I’m pretty used to being on my own for hours in a new city. This guy was in the lobby of our hotel and saw me looking at a map on my phone to try to figure out where I wanted to go. He offered to show me around and I knew the moment I saw him that I wasn’t totally straight. We spent the day just wandering around the tourist sites and hanging out. He knew the city and showed me his favorite food spots. Nothing really happened between us other than having a nice day out, but after that, I branched out, exploring my sexuality more.”
Janette nods. “That’s sweet that he showed you around for the day. I’ve never really gone on a vacation with my mom. Usually, she leaves me at home when she travels for her campaigns.”
Bentley brings his arm down around her back, hugging her against him. “What about you, Axe? How’d you find out?”
I look past Janette, taking a breath. “I think I've always known I felt the same way about boys as I was supposed to feel about girls. To be honest, I thought everyone did. My first kiss was with a boy on my pop warner football team in middle school. We were sitting in the back of the bus after a game and joking around and he just leaned forward and kissed me.” I smile at the memory, remember how much my heart hammered in my chest. “It was nothing special, just pressing his lips against mine, but he pulled back really fast with this terrified look on his face. I smiled before he cocked back and punched me in the face. I was so surprised, I didn’t even hit back, even when he stood up and called me the f-slur so that all the other boys could hear.” I look over at Bentley and Janette who each have frozen, horror-stricken faces. “I never felt ashamed for it after that or anything. He ended up telling the coach I was starting fights when he wasn’t around, and a couple of the other kids backed him up. I got kicked off the team, and they spread the rumor that I was gay around school. I never denied it, so I ended up being the first one openly out in our year which kind of sucked in middle school.” I shrug, thinking back on it. “But once we got to the high school, most people didn’t care anymore and there were enough out people in the grades above ours, so it got a lot easier.”
A pause passes once I finish and then Bentley leans down and kisses the top of my head.
“I didn’t know that,” Janette whispers, green eyes misty across from me.
I shake my head. “It was a few months after you moved.”
Her eyes pinch and she reaches for my hand, gripping onto me. I rub my thumb back and forth over the back of her hand, trying to soothe the look in her eyes. She laughs, the sound still a little off kilter. “See,” she says looking up at Bentley. “Looks like there’s still some secrets about him we can learn together.”
Bentley smiles, eyes still a little sad as he looks over at her. “You could probably just ask Mira for some stories from our childhood. She’d probably be more than happy to embarrass me in front of you.”
Janette laughs, but it’s not quite comfortable, lips tense at the edges.
“Oh, fuck,” Bentley says, face going blank before he sits up, jostling the two of us out of the way as he climbs out of the bed.
Janette sits up, letting the comforter fall to her hips as she watches him grab his phone out of his discarded pants and check his messages. He glances over at us, pausing to drag his eyes over Janette and me.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, snapping his attention back up to her face.
“I told Mira last night we are going to grab coffee and talk today. She’s been acting weird a lot lately. I’m checking to make sure she hasn’t been texting me.” His phone buzzes in his hand and he looks down. “She’s up and getting ready.” He looks at Janette again. “We have like twenty minutes until she’s going to show up here.”
“Fuck.” Janette jumps out of the bed, rushing around the room to grab her clothes and get dressed. Bentley texts Mira back, glancing up at me when he’s done.
“You can’t be in my bed when she gets here,” he says, gesturing at me relaxing under his covers.
I sit up, stretching my arms back behind me. “Why not?” I challenge.
Bentley walks forward, leaning down to kiss me quick. “Because this is way too new for me to be explaining why you’re naked in my bed while Janette walks out in her clothes from last night.” He kisses me again, pulling the comforter away from me. “Get dressed.”
Janette stands by the door, looking around the room in a panic. “I can’t find my underwear so if you find it, give it back.” She points at Bentley as he walks up to her, still naked.
“Sure, sunshine.” He leans down and kisses her too, turning her around when he pulls away and pushing her toward the front door to the suite. “We’ll text you later.”
He turns back to me as I hear the front door open and close. “I’m going to go shower quick. Please be dressed when Mira gets here.”
I waggle my eyebrows, smirking. “Trying to hide the goods, sweetheart?”
He rolls his eyes. “More like trying not to scare my best friend. It’d be easier if she wasn’t scarred by you greeting her naked before I tell her we’re together.” I laugh as he walks out of the room, taking my time to collect my clothes and make my way over to my room to get dressed.