Chapter 16
Bennett
I might look like I’m keeping my shit together, but it’s a facade. I’m freaking the fuck out on the inside.
This is really happening. After avoiding each other, and us tripping through this stupid little dance we’ve been doing, we’re finally talking.
Me naked, him clothed, in the locker room shower at the hockey rink. But still, we’re doing this. Right here, right now.
And I’m so damn afraid, because depending on what he says next, I’m about to put it all out on the line. If he rejects me, if he tells me he won’t ever be ready for something real with me, I’ll accept it. Doesn’t mean it’s not going to break my heart.
Because, despite trying to convince myself otherwise, I know I’m in love with Easton. I always have been. Only the love I had for him when we were younger was different than the love I have for him now.
Back then, it was new, exciting, but also confusing. Now it’s raw and charged, thrilling and terrifying.
I’m no longer confused. I know what I want. It’s the man in front of me, piercing my soul with his hazel-green eyes.
He stares at me for a long beat, and every second twists my heart into knots. “I never hated you,” he rasps.
He’s told me this before, back when the truth came out about him and Taylor. But hearing it here, now? Witnessing his raw vulnerability so openly? It feels sincere.
“I wanted to hate you. Trust me, I did. It would have made life a hell of a lot easier. But I couldn’t.
” He huffs out a laugh. “Because it’s you.
Bennett Tatum. The best friend I could depend on for anything.
The boy who saw past money and status, where I lived, and who my parents were, and only saw me. ”
My pulse is going wild, my body trembles from the electricity in this moment. I stand silently and listen to every word he says, trying not to say or do anything that might fuck up the moment.
“You were my person. The one thing in my life that never let me down. How could I not fall in love with you, when you're so damn easy to love?”
Fuck. There goes my damn heart.
“I thought maybe with time those feelings would go away. That this was just some stupid crush, because I was a dumb kid who literally had nothing else to lose. But as the years went on, there was always this piece of me missing, something that I was longing for. I tried to convince myself I hated you, and that you meant nothing to me. But the moment we became roommates, forced to be together all the fucking time, I realized that I never hated you at all. If anything, I crave you more now than I ever have in my life.”
“I mean, have you looked at me?” I rasp with my heart lodged in my throat, trying to make a joke, as I wave at my naked body. “I’m pretty irresistible.”
His lips curve into a smile and I feel droplets of water from his soaked hair hit my cheeks as he shakes his head. I damn near die, because holy shit, this is reallyhappening.
“I can’t argue with that.” He licks his lips, stepping forward.
We’re so close, so fucking close. I want to reach out and grab him, crash my lips to his, and consume every fucking inch of him.
“But it’s not just your body I crave. It’s all of you.
The banter, the stubbornness, the times you make me want to strangle you, but also the times you make me want to hold you. Kiss you. Touch you.”
I swallow hard, head spinning, body buzzing with anticipation.
“You drive me fucking insane in every way.”
“What are you trying to say, Easton?” I love his confession, but if I hear a but, or this heads in another direction, I think I’ll actually die in this shower stall.
“I’m trying to say that I fucking love you, you dumb ass.” He growls. The next thing I know, he’s grabbed my face with both hands and crashes his mouth down onto mine.
Everything inside me lights up like a fucking Christmas tree, like fireworks going off inside my veins. My stomach is in knots in all the best ways, and fuck, I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
I grab the back of his head, kissing him with just as much fervor. He licks the seam of my lips, asking me to let him in. When I do, and our tongues tangle together, I revel in the taste of heaven and sin. I’ll never get enough.
“I love you, too,” I pant against his lips before kissing him again. “You fucking own me, Easton. You always have, and always will.”
He growls against my lips, kissing me harder.
I lose sensible thought as my body thrums with pleasure.
This kiss... it’s different from the last, but just as wild.
I’ve wanted this for so long, never allowing myself to give up hope that one day I’d have my best friend back. Not only my best friend, but the man I’ve loved for so fucking long.
“Need you,” he groans before I suck his tongue into my mouth, biting down, making him grunt.
Spinning him around, I shove him up against the wall. “You have me,” I promise, and then I’m sinking to my knees, grabbing at his wet jeans with unhinged desperation to get his cock into my fucking mouth and down my throat. I want to take him apart, to listen to him shatter just for me.
It’s not as easy as I’d like. His jeans are heavy and stick to his legs, making it hard to get them down.
He helps me push them far enough to free his cock. I groan at the sight of his thick, heavy length. It’s the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen. Just the right length and thickness, and the vein running from root to tip is my fucking kryptonite.
My eyes dart up to find Easton watching me with hooded eyes. Seeing his need for me makes me fucking feral. “That's right, baby, watch me as I suck your cock.”
His eyes flash as I lift his shaft and run my tongue along the vein, tracing it.
Easton hisses and thrusts his hips forward, chasing more.
I’ll give him more. With a smug grin, I grip him at the base and bring his tip to my mouth.
Wrapping my lips around it, I suck the pre-cum leaking from his slit. “Oh fuck!” he shouts, eyes rolling back.
“That’s it. Be a good fucking boy and take it.
” I chuckle. He opens his eyes to glare down at me with nostrils flared.
As he's about to snap back, I take him into my mouth again, this time swallowing him whole.
That shuts him right up, forcing out the most delicious, needy groan that has my cock throbbing.
Sucking hard, I begin to bob my head up and down on his cock. His thighs start to quiver, his breathing coming out in quick, heavy pants.
“Fuck,” he grunts when I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock before sucking him down again. “I’m not gonna last. God, your mouth is fucking heaven.”
I preen at his praise, wanting to make him feel good and loving that I’m doing exactly that.
Using my free hand, I cup his balls, rolling them before giving them a little squeeze. He hisses, head falling back against the tile wall. I can tell he’s not going to last long, already on the edge of his orgasm.
I want it, I want his release. It’s fucking mine.
Letting go of his balls, I run my hands up his thighs, giving them a squeeze as I deep throat him. He moans again, so damn dirty. I fucking love it.
I want his pants off completely, but they aren’t budging, so I glide my hands up his body and under his wet shirt. I trace his abs with my fingertips, loving how hard they are.
Then I drag my nails down, making him hiss.
He’s close, so fucking close.
He grabs the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my wet, messy strands. I open my eyes to see him looking down at me. Lips parted in awe, he starts to fuck my mouth.
And I take it enthusiastically. Every time he forces himself down my throat, burying my nose in the tufts of curly hair, I swallow.
He chokes out a gasp, and I do it again and again, until Easton loses it.
His grip on my hair is almost painful, but fuck, it feels good.
“I’m gonna—fuck, Bennett–I’m–” He groans as his orgasm crashes into him. His cock erupts against my tongue, shooting thick, warm ropes of cum down my throat.
Not wanting to waste a drop, I swallow down everything he gives me like a good boy. I’m so fucking gone for him, addicted to him. The salty tang of his release is my new favorite flavor. Next to the way he tastes when he kisses me.
I just love everything about him.
“Fuck. Sorry.” He pants heavily.
I pull off his cock, and it’s still hard. “Don’t be.” I grin, wiping at the corner of my mouth and sucking off the cum that slipped free. I get to my feet and press my body against his, one hand cradling the back of his head, the other one gripping his still-hard cock. “I fucking loved it.”
“Fuck.” His eyes are glazed as he basks in the afterglow of his release. But I'm not done with him. I haven’t come yet, and I want one more orgasm from him before we leave.
He grunts, his breathing picking back up, eyes flicking between mine. I give him a few more strokes, bringing it fully back to life before pausing to wrap my hand around both of our shafts.
Easton’s eyes widen, lips parting in shock as I start to slowly work the both of us, our hot shafts pressed together.
“You feel so fucking good against me.” I moan, leaning in to brush my lips against his, forcing him to taste his own release.
“So hot, so fucking soft. You're so big, Easton. I fucking loved when you stretched me open, took what you wanted. Most of all, I loved the feeling of your cum deep inside my ass.”
“Oh shit,” he whimpers, fucking whimpers. I growl, so fucking obsessed with this man. I can’t get enough. I work my hand faster, my orgasm already building, worked up from watching Easton come undone for me a moment before.
“Can you be a good boy for me and cum again? Cum with me, Easton. I wanna feel your cock pulse against mine.”
He nods with desperate eyes, biting his lip, body trembling.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” I kiss him softly, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. “But you’re fucking stunning when your mouth is full of my cock, drool dripping down your chin, and tears leaking down that gorgeous face.”