Page 51 of What We Had

“Is it true they use corn syrup for blood?” Bennett asked after the opening finished, a gruesome murder of some coeds with a butcher’s knife.

“It depends on the scene and the effect they’re trying to accomplish. My big death scene that comes at the end? They used this water-based substance. We needed to do multiple takes and the syrup-based stuff is impossible to get off sometimes when resetting.”

Bennett nodded. “Interesting. What about the knife? Plastic, right?”

“Rubber,” I corrected. “Painted to look real. They always make sure we know it’s fake. Everyone in the scene gets to handle it and there’s a prop guy on set to make sure the same one is used.”

“Like how they use guns?”

“Sorta. Way, way more regulation around that. Like, crazy amount of security, and rightly so.”

“But you know how to handle guns.”

I snorted. “Yes. Having been in the military helps.”

“You know how to… uh, handlebigweapons…”

I looked over. He rolled his lower lip between his teeth. Rapid blinking.

I opened my mouth to speak, but he caught me staring and said, “I’m trying to flirt here and it’s failing miserably. Can you just kiss me already?”

A spark danced between our lips when they connected. Soft, tender, slow. My thumb traced his cheekbone, then the sharp line of his jaw. He laid a hand on my knee, rotated his body toward me. The spark ignited something. I knew the moment our lips touched.

Pulled back.

Was tonight the night?

“Don’t stop,” Bennett whispered. Quieter, he said, “I trust you.”

And I love you.

We kissed again, this time using the fire that swelled before our souls. Our connection became more than physical. We tipped over that edge. A valley of something beautiful just beyond.

Bennett pushed into me and rotated his body more. His hands snaked around my neck and my sides. I had both hands on his face, securing him to me, as if our lips sealed our bodies as one. His tongue slipped ravenously from his mouth, a burning hunger from which I felt the heat. My mouth yawned open as if I could fill more of him into me, and me into him.

Ragged breaths marked the passage of time. Sharp inhales, exultant exhales. Our hearts beat as rapidly as a hand drum. Warmth spread from every inch of my body as Bennett kissed me deeper. Deeper until my lips went numb and all I could feel was pressure.

A savage moan escaped Bennett. He swung his body atop mine, straddling me, his thick, powerful thighs squeezing the outside of mine. My hands naturally went to his hips where I kept a feather touch. But Bennett reached down, adjusted my hands, and forced me to hold him tighter. My fingers squeezed as I involuntarily lifted my hips to push into his ass.

I fought off a wave of dizzying concern. The last time…

Bennett groaned and shoved himself down into me, his ass grinding against my cock. He pulled back from our kiss, one hand locked on the back of my neck like the horn of a saddle, the other grabbing the meat of my pec. He braced himself against those handholds as he worked his ass against me. Looked me right in the eye while he did it, pupils blown wide from pleasure. His mouth parted as he let little whimpers out, rhythmically grinding against my cock, setting the beat.

I wouldn’t last much longer. I tightened everything south of my waist to gain some semblance of control. We hadn’t talked about going this far. All the signs were right. Did he want to keep going? Did I need to switch positions?

“Bennett,” I said carefully. My hips moved in time with his grinding, using my hands to help him move in the right way. “Bennett, if you… if you don’t stop…” I couldn’t speak. Could barely get the words out. The wetness from our kissing had gone dry as I dragged air into my open mouth, then between clenched teeth. I had never felt my cock so hard, so ready to fulfill my needs.

“I know,” he managed to say. “I want you to.”

I blinked, then closed my eyes. Repeated what he said a dozen times in my mind, as if I could sear it into a moment to revisit later when I reexamined his consent.

“You’re sure? You’re…?”

Bennett plucked my hand from his waist, rolled my fingers in his, then pushed my thumb into his mouth.

Oh.

His cheeks hollowed, his tongue rolling around my thumb as he sucked all the way to the webbing of my hand. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

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