CHAPTER 25 BENNETT #2
“Jesus,” I groan as her hand connects with my balls. I spread my legs, giving her room, and she climbs between them, positioning herself right below me.
She cups me and then rubs her thumb along my seam, slowly spreading and playing with my balls in a way that I’ve never fucking felt before. She’s gentle but also knows what the fuck she’s doing, because she has my dick twitching against my stomach and my stomach hollowing with need.
Her fingers move toward the back of my balls and right to the spot behind them where her thumb applies pressure, swirling over and over again, creating a whirl of need inside of me that has me begging for her mouth as pre-cum pebbles at the tip of my dick.
“Bower,” I breathe out, my hands clutching the sheet beneath me. “Please.”
I glance down to catch a smirk pass her lips before she lowers her mouth to my length, peeks her tongue out, and runs it along my shaft, all the way up to the tip, where she lightly flicks the underside while still playing with my balls, creating a soft friction that will easily be the death of me.
The teasing.
Taunting.
Playing.
I’d half expected her to just deep throat me and get me off in seconds, but Jesus, this…this is fucking phenomenal.
She has me panting and she’s barely touching me.
She has me begging and she hasn’t even sucked me in.
She has me wanting to bury myself so far deep in her throat that I fear what will happen if she actually takes me in her mouth.
Her tongue moves back down my length, to the base, and then slides over my balls, along the seam, creating a feral feeling deep within me that escapes through a long, guttural groan.
I drape my arm over my eyes, the feeling almost unbearable as pleasure continues to shoot up my spine with every slide of her tongue or thumb over my balls.
And she doesn’t stop. It’s constant.
Building and building, to the point that my balls tighten and I can feel my body preparing to come.
“Beautiful,” I say, breathless, air barely getting into my lungs. “Please…fuck, I need your mouth.”
She pauses her strokes and then takes a long, languid lick along my balls, up my shaft, and then she opens her mouth and takes me all the way to the back of her throat until I hear her gag.
“Motherfucker,” I croak as I lift up on my elbows to watch her take me in again, her head bobbing, up and down, her tongue running along my cock, her teeth barely grazing. “So fucking good, beautiful. Take me…take me deep.”
She pulls up, licks the tip, swirls her tongue around, and then buries her mouth over my cock again and then swallows when I’m balls deep, and that’s all it takes. My body grows stiff and my orgasm teeters, ready to fall over.
“Bower, babe, I’m about to come.”
She pulls up, licks the tip again, and starts pumping me hard at the base, squeezing and tugging me so rapidly that I know it’s any goddamn second, and then she captures the head with her mouth and sucks.
She sucks so hard that I black out, my breath escaping my lungs just as my body stills and the pressure builds up in my cock right before I nut all over her tongue.
“Fuck…me,” I groan while she licks me clean. All of my dreams have come true as she pulls away and sits up on her knees to stare down at me. With the back of her hand, she wipes her mouth and then smiles.
I knew if I ever had the chance of being with Bower, I knew it would be fucking good, but this, this was incredible.
She starts to move, but I sit up and grab her hand.
“Don’t go,” I say. “Just give me a second.”
I lift off the bed, grab a fresh pair of boxer briefs from the dresser and go to the bathroom, where I clean up quickly and take a few seconds to catch my breath.
Okay, this is not what I was expecting when I came home.
Hell, I wasn’t even expecting to see her tonight, so I need to tread carefully.
I don’t know what my next move should be, and I wish I had my phone with me so I could text the Gladdy Daddies or even Nolan, but I’m shit out of luck, so looks like I have to handle this on my own.
On a deep breath, I exit the bathroom to find Bower sitting in the same position on my bed. I go to her just as she lifts up and says she needs to go to the bathroom.
So I sit on the edge, pleading with the universe to keep this going, because not only is she the fucking woman of my dreams, everything I could ever want, but she just rocked my world to the point of no return.
When she exits the bathroom, she leans against the doorframe in nothing but one of my T-shirts that falls down to her knees.
Hoping for the best outcome, I say, “Will you stay?”
“I shouldn’t,” she says.
“But will you?”
She looks away, indecision written all over her expression. Her teeth pull on the corner of her lip as she says, “Just to snuggle. I can’t…I can’t have you do anything other than that.”
“If all you’re offering tonight is for you to sleep in my arms, then consider me fucking lucky,” I say.
Her arms unlock from where they’re poised at her chest and she walks up to me, offering me her hand, so I take it and help her onto the bed and under the covers. I lie flat on my back and she curls up to my side, resting her head in the crook of my shoulder like she did when I first got here.
I wrap my arm around her and hold her tight, not wanting to ever let go now that I’ve had her, tasted her, been with her.
“I don’t know what’s happening to me,” she softly says, her hand gently on my chest. “I shouldn’t have these feelings, but I can’t stop myself.
Something changed, Bennett, and I’m so conflicted, confused, and the one person I’d talk to about this, I can’t talk to about it at all.
And the second person I’d talk to is you and I can’t—”
“You can,” I say, feeling guilty that I put her in the position. She’s been so resistant, so scared, and I kept pushing her, but only because I felt there was something there, something between us.
“No, I can’t talk to you about it.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s about you.”
“So, it’s open communication. That’s how it should be between us, open. No secrets, no boundaries, nothing held back.”
“I don’t know what that’s like,” she says softly.
“Would you be willing to try with me?”
“I shouldn’t be trying anything with you.” She shifts her head, growing even closer.
“And yet, you are, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know,” she says. “I’m so confused, Bennett. Torn. And I should leave right now. I should go, but I don’t want to. I want to stay here, with you and just…just forget about everything else.”
“Then let’s forget. Let’s forget together.” I rub her back, wanting to soothe this nagging ache she’s living with, that I’ve brought on her.
She wraps her arm around me and plasters her body against mine, and that’s how we spend the night.
Together.
Forgetting the rest of the world.