Page 52 of What We Had

My body convulsed as my cock erupted. I spasmed, legs quaked, as come flooded the inside of my pants and seeped up the fur covering my lower stomach and abdomen. Bennett kept grinding as if he could milk everything out of me. Every inch of my skin brightened with over- sensation. My toes curled. Mouth hung open while I cried out his name.

Stars burned on the periphery of my vision as my eyes lifted to the ceiling. Bennett’s grinding slowed. My thumb slipped from his mouth. He put both hands on my shoulders, using me as leverage to wriggle the last bit of come that had followed the orgasm.

When time resumed, my eyes refocused and I looked down. Bennett had been staring at me.

Lust. There’s still lust there.

No fear, no prelude to a panic attack. Was that… confidence? Satisfaction?

I looked farther down. His own dick pushed his sweatpants to the absolute limit. A wet spot had formed at the tip. My eyes trailed between him and his cock.

“Do you… can I…?”

Blinking.

Oh no.

Then, no blinking. That same confidence from a moment ago reasserted control.

Bennett stripped from the waist down, then did the same to me. My cock, still hard and now covered in come, slapped against my belly. Bennett lowered himself, grabbed my hand, and put it against the length of him. He was already slick with precome, balls already tight against his body. He braced himself again, as if he were a cowboy riding a beast.

He came after only five strokes. Erupted over my chest. I had my shirt raised, letting him decorate my hairy skin with white ribbons. He didn’t make a sound, but his mouth was open as if he screamed a muted cry. Eyes squeezed so tightly shut, I thought they would disappear.

Bennett stayed up in the clouds for as long as I did. I tugged at him more to get everything out, then ran my hands up and down his bare thighs. His chest rose and fell in great heaves. What was he thinking? Did we go too far? Would he regret this?

No. He wouldn’t. The way his head lifted in the air. The satisfied smile playing on his lips. I could read his mind.

Finally.

Bennett looked down at me and smiled. A little laugh even came out. His thighs slid down mine as he sank onto the bed. Our chests connected and my arms immediately went around him. Kissed the top of his head.

Our hearts played to their own rhythm like castanets. Time elapsed, but it became a foreign language.

Finally, when our breathing slowed, Bennett picked his head up from my shoulder. “Can we have a drink now?”

I snorted through my nose, guffawed nice and loud, and squeezed his body to mine. “Do you want a cigarette to go with it?”

“I mean, maybe.”

Sexual desire evacuated, the feeling that came to replace it was, simply, joy.

“I was not expecting that,” I said. “Some kissing, sure. An awful movie, definitely.”

“Iwasexpecting it,” Bennett offered. “Planned on it. Ever since you told me ‘zero to sixty.’ I knew.”

I blew out air. “You’ve come so far.” Chuckled. “There’s an entendre there.”

“Ya think?” He rolled off of me and sat at the edge of the bed. “Don’t move. I can clean you up.”

He came back with a washcloth wet with warm water. After, we dressed again and snuggled back up. He had only been kidding about the drink, but I knew I sure as hell was thirsty for one. We let the movie keep playing, but neither one of us paid attention. My hands, now given more freedom, traced the curves of Bennett’s body while he curled against me. My eyes raked over him to catalogue everything that had changed in twelve years. He did the same.

When the movie finished, Bennett explained he was getting a delivery at the house early in the morning and he should get going. I walked him to the side door where we kissed until I thought we would go back upstairs.

Bennett pressed a finger against my lips. “Tomorrow is my last day off,” he said.

Day three. So what?

Oh.

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