“I saw you at DreamTogether,” Bennett says, dropping one hand to stroke himself. “I watched you make a woman come on your first try.”
It was easy, though. I just had to listen to her, hear what she wanted and give her more of it. I would say that all fucking is the same, but her body… it spoke to me. We understood each other.
Kneeling behind Bennett, I run my hands down his back so his spine bows. I’ve topped Bennett once, maybe twice, but it’s not our preference. This time, though, I need it.
“I haven’t gotten a chance to clean up—” he starts, but I ignore him as I push his tail up and dive in to lick his ass. He gasps and bends forward, his thighs spreading. I tease him, lathering him up, opening him for my tongue. His hips jerk, so I take to stroking his dick at the same time, until he’s hard in my palm and starting to leak.
But now my need has grown immense, so I pull away, grabbing the handle of the drawer and yanking it open to find the little bottle of lube I have tucked in it. Once my cock is shining, I spread more lube around Bennett’s tight ass.
“I’m going to put so much of my cum in you,” I tell him as the head of my cock nudges his opening. Then I push, and he groans, his body tensing. “But you have to breathe, Bennett.”
My husband nods and obeys, relaxing so I can push in farther. I try to stay calm, to go easy on him, but the fire has been lit. Soon I’m thrusting wildly and Bennett’s moaning, clutching the table with white knuckles. And fuck, if I’m not thinking about the woman on the bench, hearing her escalating moans as I took her closer and closer to the brink. How she had burst around me, squeezing me the way Bennett is now, and I shouldn’t be thinking of her while I’m balls-deep in my husband, but my brain is a scramble and?—
I can’t help it when I come too early. I slam into Bennett, grunting as I let loose everything, my cum squeezing out as I try desperately to keep going. Shit, I can’t leave him high and dry like this.
“Hello, boys.”
Bennett and I both freeze, glancing up to find Jack standing in the doorway. His ears twitch, and his lip pulls up in a one-sided smile.
“Not something you see every day,” he says, entering the living room. Neither of us moves as he approaches us dressed in a collared shirt and slacks. He bends down on one knee and takes my chin in hand, studying me.
“Hi,” I squeak out.
“Your hormones going crazy, huh?” He rubs the fur under my chin. “Needed to breed ol’ Bennett?”
“He didn’t last, though,” Bennett pipes up, and I glare at him as I slowly extricate my cock from his plump rear.
“Is that right?” Jack stands up again and opens the top button of his shirt. Then the next one. And the next. His smirk is growing wider. “I need to intervene, is what you’re saying?”
I get out of the way as Jack takes my place. I watch as he pumps himself a few times, then in one thrust, buries his cock inside Bennett. Jack exhales and closes his eyes, as if this act alone has cleared away the weariness of his day.
“Why don’t you go finish dinner?” he says to me, and I hurriedly head into the kitchen, without pants, to turn the burner back on. Then I hear Bennett’s cry as Jack finishes what I started.
Yeah, the whole week is like this. It seems like even Jack is in a hornier mood than usual, which isn’t what I expected, but I suppose the rut is affecting all of us. I think about skipping yoga because I’m sore, but I know it’ll be good for me to stretch out. And besides… there’s a part of me that wants to see Bree again. I want to update her on our progress with DreamTogether.
I have friends, of course, who I’ve been open with about the path we chose. But there’s something about her that’s different. She exudes a sexual self-assurance that makes me wonder if I can confide in her about what I experienced in a way I can’t with anyone else. How it opened up a brand-new world for me.
So I pack up my mat and head to class. I get there early, and I’m surprised to find Bree standing outside, checking her phone.
“Hey, Bree!” I call out.
When she looks up, a bright smile dances across her face.
“Hey yourself.” She makes a little fist and playfully bops me on the shoulder. “Look at you, soon-to-be dad.”
I blink. Can she read my mind?
“How did you know we had our first session with the surrogate?” I ask.
“Oh, um…” She furrows her brow, eyes flicking to the ground. “Well, uh, you said you got accepted into the program, so I just figured?”
Now that I’m closer to her, it hits me: her scent. It’s thick and sweet and so familiar. The way my cock responds is instantaneous, and every nerve ending in my body lights up like a Christmas tree.
Oh, shit. It’s her. Now that I get a closer look at Bree, I feel like an idiot for not seeing it sooner. The bouncy red curls. The freckled skin. Even her voice. How did I not notice the voice?
I guess I’d never really gotten a good whiff of her before, but now it’s a wave of sensation blowing through my nostrils, straight into my brain.
“Bree?” I ask, my voice wavering. “It was you, wasn’t it?”
