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He shifted his hips. “Benny,” I cried out as the new angle caused him to brush against a sensitive spot that had me seeing stars. “Oh god, oh god. Please, Benny. Please do that again.”
His thrusts sped up until he was nailing my prostate with every stroke and I thought I would come completely undone. Bennett’s face was intense, and I could tell he was close to finishing.
“Xander, come with me,” he gasped.
“Go. Want to see you, feel you,” I reassured him. Before the words were out, he was screaming my name and pushing even deeper into me. I felt the warmth of his release and the pulse of his cock as it emptied inside of me. It felt amazing.
But I still wanted more. It was like he’d ignited something inside of me, and I couldn’t get enough of him. I felt like a caveman who wanted to do nothing more than capture the man and drag him back to my lair. To own him and fuck him and make him mine in every way. Over and over and over again.
When he pulled out of me, I immediately scrambled out from under him and pushed him down, face-first on the bed. He was half-drunk with the aftershocks of his release, but I was still hard as fuck and lucid as hell. I wanted inside his body with a single-minded focus that drove me to act.
“Gonna take you, baby. Right now, okay?” I ground out as I shoved his knees underneath him, exposing the tight pink hole in his crease. I groaned and looked away, afraid that one more look at him already well-fucked and laid out for me would push me over the edge.
He mumbled his agreement, so I grabbed the lube bottle and squeezed out what I needed. I leaned over and ran my tongue from his balls up his crease and back again, stopping only briefly to lick into him with a firm tongue.
Bennett babbled and groaned into the pillow under his face, and I took a moment to run appreciative hands up and down his spine.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Bennett Crawford,” I murmured. Was I being a selfish jackass by interrupting his post-orgasmic high to get myself off? I began to have second thoughts, even as I stroked lube onto my stiff cock. “Benny, I can’t… I want… I need to—”
“Less thinking, more doing,” he quipped, and I could tell from the teasing tone of his voice he was not only willing, but happy too. That was all it took.
I shoved into him with a roar before I began thrusting deep and sure. He cried out and slammed his ass back against me in response, which only served to ratchet up my pace to a fevered pitch.
Only a handful of strokes later and I was ready to spill into him— jagged shards of shimmering pleasure kicked up from my balls to my cock, and a rough cry fell from my lips against his back. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, and I knew that I’d never be the same after that claiming. His of me and mine of him.
It was done. We were together. And it was only the beginning.
Several moments later, I realized I’d basically collapsed onto his back with my full body weight. I felt him struggle beneath me, and I grunted in response.
“Can’t… breathe…” he croaked.
“Shit, sorry,” I said, feeling a little sheepish as I rolled off him. “Guess I got carried away.” I landed on my back beside him and stretched my arms above my head like a cat.
Bennett climbed on top of me and grinned down at me. The look on his face was fucking adorable as hell.
“I look forward to you getting carried away again in the future,” he said.
“That can probably be arranged.” I reached up to brush my fingers through his messy hair until it was sticking up even more than before. “Good morning, gorgeous. Do I smell coffee?”
“You do. Let me get cleaned off, and I’ll join you for a cup.”
It was only then that I noticed there were streaks of cum smeared all over his belly and chest. My eyes snapped to the sheets where he’d been lying face down, and I saw they were covered in wet spots too. I quirked a brow at him.
“You came twice?”
Bennett nodded and continued his shit-eating grin. “Didn’t I tell you the early bird gets the worm? You must have been too caught up in your Neanderthal act to notice little old me getting off again.”
I felt my face heat. “Baby, I’m sor—”
“Are you kidding? It was hot as hell, Xander. And if you don’t believe me, believe the gallon of cum on your bed. C’mon. Let’s get some coffee. While I’d love to lie here and rehash what had to have been sex for the ages, I think we have some things we need to figure out.”
