Page 21 of Becoming Bennet


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And the worst part is, I know he’d be down for it. Bennet is always game.

I’m the holdout.

Ugh, why am I the holdout? It’s hard to remember when my dick has its own pulse at the moment.

“You know what, fine. Go ahead then.” I nod my head toward his crotch and then look him in the eyes.

“What?” he nearly stutters. He’s now wide awake.

You know what? We can just pretend this was all a dream later on. Plausible deniability and all that.

“I said go ahead. Touch your dick.” I lay flat on my back, reaching my own hand under the covers. “It’s just about stress relief, Bennet. It doesn’t mean anything other than that. Because really,” I begin, trying to convince myself with this string of words. “How the hell are we supposed to function if we can’t get off occasionally? I mean, we are only human. And since we’re stuck here in this trailer, it’s just the way it has to be.”

He’s staring at me, still not moving.

“Don’t make this weird,” I mutter as I reach down and slide my hand under my sweatpants and underwear in one quick motion. My hand engulfs my aching shaft and a slight moan escapes my mouth. Oh fuck, yep. Yes. This is exactly what I need after last night—a little something to take my mind off of him.

Although when he lets out a low groan, all I can think of is him. And when I dare to look over at him, I see his hand has once again disappeared under the covers. Oh gods, I can see it moving, can hear skin meeting skin.

Fuck, thatsound.

I stroke my cock, reminding myself that this is normal, totally absolutely normal. We are just two guys in a trailer in Kansas finding some relief. But then I realize that I’m using a massive amount of precum to slick the way up and down my cock. The truth is, no one has made me this horny in ages.

Ugh, why does it have to be Bennet? Why does he have to make me feel like this? Irrationally and irritably horny.

“For fuck’s sake,” I say as I twist toward him slightly. He does the same and then it’s just us facing each other. I can see the blush on his cheeks, the way his pupils are dilated. Hell, he looks so damn hot like this, all flushed and needy.

“You like lookin’ at me,” he says, his Southern drawl coming out to play, and my gods, my cock jerks almost violently.

“Do not talk to me,” I mutter as I scoot a little closer, his intoxicating scent luring me in.

“Talk if I want to,” he murmurs, his voice sinfully gravelly.

Fine, if he wants to talk then I’ll just have to try and think aboutanythingother than last night and the fact that he looks so damn hot right now.

Note to self, this does not work.

“Fuck,” I gasp as I make a twisting motion when I reach the head of my dick and then slide all the way down again. “This is ridiculous. This is so fucking ridiculous.”

Bennet groans, his eyes intent on mine. “Fuck. Yes. Show me. I wanna see.”

My fist works faster. “I’m not showing you a goddamn thing.” I whimper, my legs starting to shake.

“I wanna see you come,” he murmurs, his muscles bunching and tensing beneath his skin. He’s working his arm so fast the blanket moves down over his torso and stops right against his hips. Oh fuck. I can’t tear my eyes away.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” he chants, and then I see his head kick back, his orgasm gathering and ready to burst.

And I don’t know what possesses me, but I let out a low moan as I roll my balls in my hand. That must be what makes me say, “You gonna think of me when you come?”

Bennet pulls his lower lip between his teeth and suddenly his entire body goes rigid, my name leaving his mouth with a gasp.

That’s what does me in. I could say it wasanythingelse, but it would be a lie.

I explode across my hand and my pajamas, cursing myself for not pushing them out of the way because now I have laundry to do. And honestly, with as nosy as Kristy is, I’m sure she will have something to say about this. Especially because Bennet seems to have done something similar.

But my brain can’t function yet so I just lie there, panting, the two of us trying to catch our breath.

And he just watches me, his pupils still dilated, his lips swollen and wet from biting them.

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