Chapter 11 #3
“You could have looked away, you could have closed your eyes. But when you came down his throat, your eyes were locked on mine. Why was that, Bennett? Were you wishing it was me on my knees?” I chuckle darkly, watching the way his throat bobs as he swallows hard.
It nearly has me groaning in satisfaction that I’m getting to him, that I’m right.
My cock twitches behind my jeans at the sight.
“You were, weren't you?” I grin. “And the day in the shower, as I was stroking my cock? You liked it. I bet you went back to the room and jerked off to the thought of it.”
“Fuck you,” he mutters, taking another step back, and another, as I continue to advance on him.
My chest heaves as a fucked up thrill runs through me. I’m getting to Bennett, I can see it in his eyes.
“Did you wish it was my hand wrapped around your cock? When you came hard, spraying your chest with your release, did you wish it was me that was making you cum?” I lick my lips, and my heart thunders in my chest, my cock harder than stone now.
“How about when I was the one cumming? Did you wish it was by your hand, your mouth...”
He bumps into the tree behind him, letting out a grunt. I close the space between us. We’re equal height, but this angle puts me at an advantage, making me just tall enough to loom over him.
His chest rises and falls with quick breaths, lips parting in surprise, eyes bright and dilated with arousal.
I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life than I am right now. I have Bennett Tatum trapped, at my fucking mercy. I could probably do anything I wanted with him right now with the way his eyes are fucking begging for it.
The thought makes something snap inside me.
Leaning down, I bring my lips right to his ear. “Or do you wish it was your tight, slutty ass that I was balls deep in, cock pulsing inside, filling you with my release?"
The whimper of pure need that leaves his lips is my undoing. I groan, eyes fluttering closed as I roll my hips, rocking my erection against his equally hard cock.
“That’s it, isn’t it?” I groan. “You want me. You want my cock. You want to be used, to be fucked?”
“Easton.” His reply is a breathy whisper, a fucking plea. For what, I don’t know. But I want to find out.
Reaching between us, I grab the bulge in his jeans and give it a squeeze. “Look how fucking hard you are for me, Bennett,” I growl. Bennett moans, thrusting forward, seeking more.
I chuckle darkly. “Such a needy little slut aren't you? I bet you’d let me take you right here, wouldn’t you?
” I move away, grab his shoulders, turn his back to me, and shove him up against the tree.
He goes with a gasp, grunting when his front hits the tree.
“Tell me, Bennett, would you let me pull your pants down, bend you over, and fuck your tight ass like a needy little whore?”
I have no fucking clue where any of this is coming from. The bravado and confidence, like I wasn’t a fucking virgin.
Yet, I keep going, this bold rush of power fueling my every word, my every action. I don’t think, just feel, letting it take control.
Bennett lets out a choked moan, and a wave of pleasure rushes through me.
“I’m not hearing you say no,” I growl in his ear. I can feel him trembling against me, but not in fear. No, Bennett wants this, I can tell. He’s not fighting me, he’s not telling me no, or to fuck off.
He wants me to fuck him. He wants my cock deep inside him.
The thought has something feral inside me snapping.
Reaching around him, I undo his jeans. Bennett’s breathing continues to come in heavy pants, but he does nothing to stop me.
Grabbing his jeans and boxers, I tug them down. I undo my jeans, just as rough to free my own cock, and then push myself against Bennett, nuzzling my cock between his ass cheeks. I groan, his warm skin feeling nice against mine. Bennett whimpers as I roll my hips, and fuck, the sound excites me.
This feels so wrong, yet so fucking right.
“Do you want this, Bennett? Do you want me to fill that tight little hole?”
“Fuck,” he moans, the first word from his mouth so far.
Wrapping one hand around his cock, the other around his throat, I squeeze. “I said, do you want me to stuff this tight little hole with my fat fucking cock?” I growl in his ear.
“Yes. Oh, fuck, yes please.”
My eyes close as I take in a deep breath, the sound of him begging for me to fuck him shifting everything inside me.
“Such a little slut.” I chuckle, letting him go and pushing him forward.
He goes with a grunt, catching himself on the tree.
I take a step back and part his ass cheeks, grinning as I go to take a peek at his asshole.
Only, when I run my fingers along his crease, I pause when I feel something cold and hard.
“What is this?” I ask.
“I-it’s a butt plug,” he grunts as I twist it.
A butt plug? Why the hell would he be wearing this?
“You like to wear these for fun?”
“No.” Bennett groans as I push on it, forcing it to go a little deeper. “I wear them as prep.”
As soon as the words are out of his mouth, we both still. Bennett curses, realizing what he just said.
“Prep,” I growl, anger creeping in. “Were you wearing this for Roland?” I ask, my voice a low warning. “Were you prepping yourself for him to fuck you tonight? Is that it?”
“It’s not like that.” He tries to turn around, but I shove him against the tree.
A shot of hurt and fury shoots through me. He was going to let Roland fuck him tonight. He was going to go home with him and have sex with him.
My chest starts to rise and fall. My jaw grinds together.
“Easton...”
“Shut the fuck up,” I snap, grabbing the butt plug and yanking it out of his ass.
He lets out a grunt, his hands grasping the tree.
“Don’t want all this prep to go to waste now, do we?
” I chuckle, feeling more unhinged than I should.
I know I should walk away before I fuck this all up, before I do something I can’t take back.
But my pride, my anger, and that stabbing jealousy, that he wanted another man tonight, doesn’t allow it.
Spitting on my hand, I use it to lube up my cock the best I can and place the tip at his entrance. “You wanted to be fucked tonight, Bennett?” I growl in his ear, his body shaking beneath me. “Then let me do the fucking honors.”
I thrust forward roughly, making him take my whole cock in one go.
Bennett cries out as I let out a choked groan. I bite down hard on his shoulder, the pleasure of his tight, hot hole wrapped around my cock feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
“Easton.” The sound of my name broken on his lips has something inside me snapping.
With a feral growl, I start to fuck into him, my teeth still buried in his fucking shoulder.
“Oh fuck,” Bennett sobs out.
With every sound of needy pleasure that leaves him, I grow more and more unhinged, until my thrust grows punishing.
“Take it,” I grunt, panting heavily. “Take my fucking cock. You like it, don’t you? You like my fat dick stretching this greedy little hole. I’m so much fucking better than he would have been. Would he have made you beg like a whore?”
“No,” he sobs as I fuck him against the tree.
Reaching around, I find his cock and wrap my hand around it.
“Fuckkk,” he groans as I start to stroke him.
“Would he drive you fucking wild with need, have you begging him to let you cum?”
“No,” he gasps as I work both his ass and his cock.
“Would you have been thinking about me when he was inside you? Would you be wishing it was my cock, not his? That it was me filling you up with cum, making your hole drip with my release?”
“Yes,” he moans like a slut. “Yes, please. Fuck me, cum inside me. Make me cum.”
The laugh that leaves me is just as unhinged as I feel.
“Take it, Bennett. Take my cock like the little whore you are.”
My orgasm barrels into me, the moment too intense, the pleasure rushing through me too fucking good.
Wrapping my arms around him, I thrust up into him once, twice, three more times before I’m biting down again, and with a loud guttural growl, my body tenses and I shudder, my release taking hold.
I cum hard, cock pulsing inside him, filling him with rope after rope of cum.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
Like I’m having an out-of-body experience.
The best orgasm of my fucking life. I can’t breathe, can’t think.
Fireworks explode inside me, my eyes roll back as I shake, my climax so damn intense I think I might pass out.
I faintly hear Bennett crying out, his whole body trembles as his cock jerks in my hand. I feel his warm cum coat me as he comes undone in my arms.
Chest heaving, I slump against Bennett, releasing his shoulder and taking in big breaths of air. I place my forehead against his back as his body sags against the tree.
The world around us is still, the only sound is our heavy breathing.
My cock starts to soften, slipping from Bennett’s ass.
That's when reality smashes into me.
What the fuck just happened? No. No, I did not just do that.
Horror fills me as I stumble backward.
“Easton?”
Bennett turns to face me, and something about the vulnerability in his eyes is too much for me to handle. I shake my head, trying to break free of this dream.
“Easton? It’s okay.” He goes to take another step forward.
I shake my head, stumbling backward, my cock still out.
I grab for my jeans and shove my dick away. Turning around, I bolt toward the park exit.
Bennett calls out my name, but I don’t look back.
What the hell did I just do?
What the fuck is wrong with me?
That didn’t happen, it couldn’t have.
Fuck. And out in the open? What if someone saw? What if someone called the cops? Oh god, what if my dad finds out?
Panic fills my chest until I feel like I can’t breathe. Clawing at my chest, I try to take in lungfuls of air, but I can’t.
Am I dying? I feel like I’m dying.
I keep running until my lungs burn and I fall to my knees. Everything I drank at the party comes up.
I puke until I’m gagging on it.
“Easton?” A soft voice has me looking up. Tears blur my vision, and it’s not until I feel myself gasping for air that I realize I’m crying.
“Oh, sweetie.” The woman comes closer. She crouches down in front of me, and her blue familiar eyes make me sob harder. “I’ve got you.” Her arms wrap around me, pulling me to my feet. “I’ve got you.”
I let her lead me away, knowing that despite everything that has happened tonight, hell, my whole fucking life, I’m safe.
It’s wrong, I shouldn’t be here, with her, but I feel safer in this moment than I have in a very long time.