That’s the last thing I want to do.
“What will you do if I go?” I already know what he’s going to say, but I need to hear it.
There is no green left in his eyes, only hunger and fucking awe. “The same thing I’m going to do right now. Maybe you want to watch?”
He slides his hand lower. My lungs are fighting for air.
“You seem to be enjoying it.”
Finally, he circles his fist around his cock. My knees buckle under me, and I grip on to the bench.
Benji strokes himself. “Is this okay?”
Holy fuck, yes.
I nod quickly, mesmerized. “More than okay.”
He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t go slow. Curls his fist around the head, gathering the wetness pooling at thetip and spreading it down his cock on each pass. “You should join me.”
My clit pulses like it hasn’t already been screaming at me since I walked in. My underwear is as soaked as the wet pile of Benji’s clothes on the floor. Eager for relief, I press my palm against my aching pussy, and even through the denim, it’s heavenly. My body begs me for more.
Do it. Do it. Do it.
Benji’s tone is serious. “Paige, if you don’t want this, leave. But if you stay, you’re going to undo those jeans and make yourself come.”
All other thoughts burn away, and I rip open my jeans, moaning loudly when I finally touch my aching clit. “Fuck,” I pant. “What are we doing?”
Benji’s pace picks up, his exhales harsh in the silence. “I’m apologizing.”
My laugh is lost to a gasp. “This isn’t how you apologize.”
“Would it help if I got on my knees?”
He’s joking, but, yes, that’s what I want. Shakily, I nod, and he grips the base of his cock.
“Fuck.”
I moan again when he drops to his knees. It brings him closer. Not enough to touch, but eye level with where I’m touching myself.
“Oh fuck, Benji.” My hips move of their own accord, thrusting forward.
“You smell amazing,” he growls, his fist moving faster now, a rhythmicslap-slap-slapfillingthe room.
After he left, I forced myself to stop picturing him like this, but that’s all gone now. He looks sinful, his pink tongue peeking out to lick his lips, and, God, I’m not going to last at all.
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s it. Circle your clit just like that. Fuck, you’re so wet, baby. I just want to taste you. Can you push your jeans down for me? I want to watch.”
Oh fuck.
I push my jeans and underwear to my thighs, letting my legs fall open as much as they can, trapped in the denim but desperate for Benji’s gaze.
“Open yourself up and let me see. Fuck.” His head falls back against the workbench with a thud.
His pre-cum is dripping onto the floor, and I want to burst into flames.
I whimper, “Are you …”
“Close?” He raises his head, eyes blazing. “I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”
