I thrust my hips forward. “Please?” I beg again.
“In a second,” he tells me, and I want to fucking snarl at him. “I want my finger inside you more first, so I can just hold it in you and you can fuck it while I suck you off. I wanna choke on you, baby. Don’t hold back, okay?”
Fuck. I nod and grip his hair tighter as his finger slips in a bit more, and he stares up at me. “God, you’re so damn beautiful,” he murmurs, and I whimper as my cock jerks and my hole spasms around his finger. His eyes flare.
“Alex.” I grip my dick to keep myself from coming. Holy fuck. “Please?” I’m going to fucking cry if he doesn’t suck my dick right fucking now.
He pushes his finger all the way inside me, and I let out a wail as he crooks it and hits my prostate, crying out his name again.
“Fuck, yes,” he breathes. “That’s it, fuck my finger, pretty baby.” I move back on his finger, moaning at the incredible pleasure, my dick and balls bouncing as I do. Another wail leaves me when he takes me into his mouth once again, and I remember what he told me, fucking his mouth with my cock and chasing his finger with my ass, pleasure overtaking me in only seconds, making me howl his name again as I shoot my release down his throat, my ass clenching hard around his finger. It’s not until I’ve fallen back against the door and my dick has slipped free of his mouth, his finger no longer inside me, that I open my eyes and realize I still have a death grip on his hair. He looks up at me with heavy lidded eyes, tears streaking his cheeks, snot on his face, and my cum sliding down his chin.
“Fuck, are you okay?” I pant. “Did I hurt you?”
He grabs his discarded shirt and uses it to wipe his face, and I see that his dick is once again covered in his spunk and that there’s jizz on my floor.
“You came again, too?”
He nods, flushing. “Yeah. Sorry about the mess.”
I sink to my knees and grip his face in my hands before kissing him deeply. His hands reach up to grip my face in turn as he grunts and kisses me back. Fuck, he tastes like me, but also like strawberries and maple syrup from the waffles he had earlier today and my dick is trying very hard to spring back to life, but there’s no way I have a third orgasm in me right now.
“That was incredible,” I tell him, pulling away. “I’ve never had a blow job like that. You can stick your finger up my ass any time.”
He laughs. “I’ll put anything up your ass you want me to, baby.”
Chapter Eighteen
Alex
Three days later I’m still on cloud nine from everything that’s happened recently with Bentley. I’ve been sleeping over at his place and only returning to my apartment when I wake up and he’s left for work. I told him I didn’t want to wake him by coming in late after my shifts at the bar were over, but he insisted he wanted me to, and told me he’d leave the door unlocked for me.
Every single night I enter his room to see Marble lying at his feet, or curled up on his back as he hugs the pillow underneath him, or lying on his stomach, since Bentley seems to be a rotisserie chicken when he sleeps. I climb into bed and snuggle up next to him, breathing him in, and letting his warmth envelope me. Everything about it feels so right, and I can’t wipe the smile from my face, though I’m not really trying that hard.
We’ve made love as much as possible over the past few days with our schedules being off, though we still haven’t had penetrative sex, and I’m getting more and more eager to try it with him. Getting off with him is incredible no matterhow we do it, but I’m craving that closeness. I’m also worried about doing it right and making it good for him, which is probably why I haven’t brought it up yet. I feel like there’s probably things I don’t know and should, regardless of whether I am topping or bottoming. And I don’t know if Bentley would want to top or bottom, which, wow, that’s not something I ever thought I would be wondering when it came to my bed partners, or myself, but I kinda love it.
I decide I’ve been putting this off for too long, and if I ever want to make anal sex a thing with us, I better get a bit braver, so I take out my phone as I sit with Marble on my lap, petting her, after having gone for a run and showered.
I chuckle when I see I have a text from Peyton.
Peyton: Bentley hasn’t stopped smiling for two days. Glad you guys finally got your heads out of your asses
Me: Lol, same
Peyton: I guess I should give you the best friend speech, so here it is. I don’t like saying “don’t hurt him” because that’s not realistic. You’re human beings. You will hurt each other at some point, but I’ve never seen him happier, so be good to him, or I’ll have to burn every single copy of Little Women you own (Bentley says it’s your favorite), and that’s coming from someone who loves books, which tells you how much he means to me
Me: Got it, and I’ll do my very best, I promise
Peyton: thank you, kissy face emoji
I grin when I think of our work out yesterday morning, and how amazing it was to be able to ogle him without worrying about him finding out, just openly staring at him in his shorts and tank top, watching the sweat slide down his neck and making him blush like crazy, then winking at him and seeing his cheeks darken even further as he tried to keep the huge smile from taking over his face. I grin even more when I think about the shower we shared at the gymafterwards, and the handjobs we exchanged. It felt kinda dirty touching each other like that in a public space, forcing ourselves to be as quiet as possible, and we both seemed to really like that. I’m hella curious to find out what else makes my cowboy sing as we get to spend more time with each other and explore things in the bedroom.
Me: Hey you have a minute?
Little bro: I’m meeting Pierre for lunch, but I have a few minutes until he gets here, what’s up?
I told Tommy Monday night that Bentley and I are together and I even got a smile out of him. It meant a lot, especially since I know he and Pierre are still struggling. He says they still haven’t heard anything from Cyrus. Though Tommy did say Pierre seems to be doing a bit better the last week or so, and he thinks it’s in part to how much time he’s been spending with Bentley in the evenings when Tommy is at work. I love that Bentley and Pierre are friends now, too. Bentley is so damn sweet, and I don’t think he knows it, but he’s really easy to talk to.
Me: I need some help
