Chapter 23

HARRISON

We reach Benny's room, and I kick the door closed behind us. I wasn't lying when I said I missed him because our whole time apart, there's been this deep ache in my chest telling me it's not right.

Am I happy about the cheating? No. But I get how he got to the point he did, and now all I can do is take him at his word that he's going to change.

And be there to help him do it.

Until then, I tug him against my body and lower my mouth to his.

It's immediately electric. The type of high that feels like my body is expanding with helium. When Benny kisses me, I can shut the whole world out because there's nothing more important than the way he clings to me. The way I can still need him so deeply even though he's right here in front of me.

"How do you want it?" I murmur, not wanting to break my lips from his. Not wanting to be further apart than we need to be.

"I don't care. I can do whatever. Top, bottom, side, I'm good with it all."

Okay, that makes me pull back. "What the heck is a side?"

"A man who doesn't like anal. Sure, I like it, but if you don't, it's not a deal breaker for me."

I cup his sweet face in my hands. "Good to know. But I've done it before, and I'm more than ready to do it again."

"Oh, really? You a big ol' top, are you?" His pillowy lips curve evilly, and I can't stop myself from biting into the bottom one. His little gasp is fucking musical, and I love how plump his lip feels as I drag it through my teeth.

"I'm good for whatever too. But I've never been fucked before, so I don't know what to do."

"What have you eaten today?"

That question takes me by surprise. "Ah … just breakfast. So far. Fruit and granola, why?"

He presses tighter against me. "I bet you're a natural bottom. It's like you knew you had to prepare for me."

"So that was a good choice?"

Benny turns and pushes me down onto his bed. "Best choice. I wanna fuck you, if you're cool with it."

"Yeah." I have no clue what to expect, but my dick is apparently ready to find out. "Definitely."

He strips off his shirt, sending his blond hair wild and giving me the most delicious view of his toned body.

"I want to see you naked. Completely."

"I will if you will. Just …" He reaches for his phone and fires off a text. "Need to give Em the heads-up to stay away unless he wants to see my bare ass."

"I …" There's so much I want to ask. Does Em come here often? Are their asses also identical, and if it is, would he really care about that? "Never mind." The last thing I want when I'm with Benny is to be remembering there's a fucking clone of him out there.

He unbuttons his shorts, shoving them down and kicking them off to the side. He's right. He does have hockey thighs. And a hockey butt.

Damn, Benny.

Now all I need is for those boxer briefs to go so I can see the cock straining against them.

"Somehow, I'm more turned on than I've been in my whole life," I say, hurrying to yank my shirt off and wriggle out of my jean shorts. "Fuck me." I give myself a quick tug before going for my underwear.

Benny reaches out and places his hands over mine. "Let me."

The rasp in his voice goes straight to my balls. It's an incredible sound. I let go and lie back, tucking my hands under my head and lifting my ass a bit to make it easier for him.

His gaze is locked on my groin as he curls his fingers under the elastic band and slowly pulls them down.

Shit, it's hot. The way he's staring at me. His chest deepens with every exhale, and then his eyes flutter closed, and he leans in and wraps his lips around my tip.

Ah, damn.

He doesn't try to suck me off, just gently flicks his tongue over my slit like he's tasting me, and I can't stop myself from freeing a hand and burying it in his hair.

"Keep that up, I'm going to be fucking your face in a second."

He pulls off. "Baby, that's not a threat with me."

"Baby, huh?"

He looks ready to roll his eyes. "The shit I say when I'm horny will not be held against me, got it? And you make me so—" He kisses my balls. "So—" The crease of my groin next. "Horny." He runs his tongue along my V. I'm nowhere near as defined as he is, but he doesn't seem to care.

"These cum gutters are going to be the death of me. I can't wait to see you fill them up while I'm fucking you."

"Then stop talking about it and do it." Sure, I might sound more confident than I feel, but I'm also getting way too horny for his teasing as well. Especially when he cradles my balls in his fingers and drags his tongue over the sensitive skin.

"So, tempting to just climb up and sit on you," he says.

I grunt. "Don't tempt me. I'm too curious."

"You wanna feel what it's like for me to be in your ass?"

"Sure do." I know it's apparently supposed to feel good, but I don't know how it could.

He finishes tugging my underwear off, then stands and strips his briefs off in one go. He kicks them to the side as he grabs something from his nightstand and gives his rigid cock a rub.

I can't keep my eyes off it. I'm transfixed. His head is an angry reddish purple, two veins straining the side of his long shaft. He's not too different in size to me, which is surprising, considering I'm taller and wider, and I think the only way we'd know for sure who's bigger is by lining them up, side by side, just like our first time together when I was too distracted to compare.

He flicks open the lid of his lube. "Gonna have to spread those legs open."

I shift them apart, letting my knees roll to the side, and when Benny's attention drops to my ass, I'm torn between turned on or wanting to ask him if he's sure.

Thankfully, I don't get to sit with that doubt for long because Benny climbs up over the top of me and seals his mouth to mine. He tastes like my cum, which floods my brain with possession, and I'm so distracted by the kiss it takes me a moment to realize his fingers have slipped into my crack.

Huh. Okay. That actually feels better than I expected. My balls are all tingly as he rubs my hole, bringing the nerves there alive. It's the strangest mix of want and being resistant I've ever felt, but even though my ass is telling me no one's supposed to be down there, I know what I want. And what I want is to ignore that stupid little voice and have Benny sink into my ass.

"Am I ready yet?" I ask, holding his face close so he can't stop kissing me.

"I haven't even gotten one finger in you yet."

"Hurry up then. You're being a fucking cocktease."

He pushes one in, and it burns more than I expect it to. His gorgeous eyes are narrowed in challenge as he strokes his finger in and out. "Hurt, did it?"

"Only … only a small bit."

"I'm not going to fuck you if you lie to me."

"Fine. It hurt. But I'm fine."

"I know you are." He drags his lips over mine. "But now you know that it'll hurt if I go too fast. You need to relax."

"That's a whole lot easier to say when no one is poking at your back door."

His husky laugh is felt in my gut as he takes my hand and reaches behind him. "Do it, then. Poke."

I brush my fingertip over his hole. "Need lube."

"It's right beside us."

I scoop it up as Benny drops his mouth to my neck and sucks his way along it. I try to relax as he fingers me, try to breathe through when he adds a second. To his credit, it doesn't hurt nearly as much as the first time, even when he bites down on my shoulder and works to stretch my hole open.

It's a completely different position to what I normally take in the bedroom, but the longer I settle into it, the more I like it. Lying back, spread open for him while he prepares my body for his cock.

Once my fingers are lubed up, I reach for him as well. It's hard to concentrate on following what he did to me when Benny has my whole body tuned in to him and the lust coursing through me, but I start out rubbing, waiting until he's loose enough to press inside.

"Shit yes," he rumbles against my throat. "Gimme two."

"Can you take that?"

"I've been playing with my ass a long time. I've got this."

Two it is, then. I add the next finger as he does the same, and as I fuck them into his ass, Benny writhes on top of me. His steely cock grinds against my leg, leaking precum all over my skin, as I loosen enough for him to fuck his fingers in and out. "You're ready," he says. "But hold on."

He leaves his fingers buried deep as he straightens, forcing mine to slip out. He reaches for his nightstand again, and after tossing condoms beside us, he pulls something else out.

"A butt plug?" I ask.

With an evil grin, he tosses it to me. "Shove it up my ass, then put on a condom. I'm going to fuck you until I come, and then I'm going to bounce on your cock until you do." Benny leans over me again, face hovering just above mine. "You don't know what you prefer yet, so let's figure it out at once."

"I don't know how the hell I'm going to hold off coming if your cock feels anything like your fingers."

"You have no idea. Put it in."

I reach down and have to feel my way toward lining it up with his hole. Once I've got it there, I push the metal plug forward with little resistance.

He moans and moves his fingers again, pressing them harder and faster this time. We don't kiss; he just stares down at me the whole time I'm filling him with the plug. It sinks in until the exact moment his ass swallows it, leaving only the flared base sticking out.

"I can't wait until that's your cock," he says.

"I can't wait either. Literally. I don't think I can."

He presses a quick kiss against my lips, then pushes up on his knees. His fingers leave my ass, and I hate how open I feel. How empty.

I watch Benny tear a condom off the strip and toss it at me, then grab one for himself.

"Put that on, then grab the lube and keep jacking yourself until I'm inside. It might get a bit uncomfortable since you've never taken a dick before, but it shouldn't hurt. Stretching or a small ache, good. Burning fiery pits of hell, bad. Got it?"

I roll the condom down my dick. "Just fuck me already."

"Don't need to tell me twice." He takes my thighs and pushes them back, spreading them further in the process. Then, he knee walks closer until he can press his cock to my hole. Nerves and excitement spike at once.

He gestures toward my neglected dick. "Give him some love."

Right. I fill my palm with lube, and it's instant relief as I stroke myself.

Benny uses my distraction to push forward. He's right—it is borderline uncomfortable, but it doesn't hurt. He goes slow, which probably helps, stopping every inch or so to pull back slightly and go again. Over and over until I swear he must be close because I feel like I've been split in half.

And I don't hate it.

My dick is still hard and leaking, and once Benny's pubes meet my ass, it's like everything clicks into place. His thrusts are slow and shallow, but I love the feel of him so deep inside me.

"You should feel the way your greedy ass is sucking me in," he says, rolling his hips in a way that hits something amazing.

I let go of my dick. "Whatever you did then, do it again."

He chuckles and does, and that same rush of pleasure shoots through me. It's indescribable the way my balls tighten every time Benny hits the spot. Some of the awkwardness is still hanging on, but it's quickly dissolving the more confident Benny gets.

His hold on my thighs is strong, and his abs are contracting with each thrust, and when the weirdness finally disappears all together, I push back to meet him.

Benny is the sexiest fucking sight I've ever seen, and even though I've been curious about sex with a man, I never thought it would be like that. To be hungry for it. To be begging him silently to go harder. Faster. To fight my instincts to strangle my dick and get myself to the finishing line.

His eyes are hooded, lips parted, and I'm on the same level. The little crease between his eyebrows drives me wild, and I want to bite it. I want to pull him closer and taste myself on his tongue again, but Benny's pounding the life out of me, and I'm too afraid that if I touch him, he'll stop.

He can't stop. Not now.

He's owning my body. I've never had that sappy connection from sex, but I'm getting it now. Heart too big. Balls too full. The intense need to hold him down and make him come. To do anything I need to for him to feel good.

The thoughts in my brain are all soft as I watch him, but the thoughts in my dick are hot as fuck. His pecs, his abs, the sheen of sweat over him. The light strip of chest hair I didn't know he had but definitely fucking appreciate from my position looking up at him.

Benny flicks his wild curls over to one side, and the sight of a random one sticking to his neck takes me back. To the Jell-O wrestling, and the flirting, and the feel of his slick skin against mine.

"You better fucking hurry up," I beg.

He's panting when he replies. "I can slow down and draw it out more. Give us a chance to breathe and calm down."

"No." I shake my head hard so he knows I'm serious, my cap digging into the back of my neck. "I need to blow. Come on, Benny. Please. Fuck. I want to come in you so bad."

"Shit." His fingers grip tight as he picks up the speed, making his bedposts bounce off the wall with frenzied thuds. The sound is so hot I reach for my balls, gripping them tight and trying to keep my mind off the pleasurable ache building near my spine.

Benny cries out and stiffens, cock twitching where he's buried inside me, but before I can check if he came, he pulls out, straddles my waist, and pulls the butt plug out. There's no hesitation as he sinks down on my cock and almost makes me see stars.

"Fuck, you're tight."

"Yeah? How do you think your virgin hole just felt?" He laughs as his mouth covers mine. The kiss has my toes curling into the mattress.

I tilt my head again, and again, my damn hat digs in. I grab it to toss it across the room when Benny takes it from me instead. Then, he holds my gaze and flicks it backward before pulling it down over his hair.

"Shiiiit," hisses between my teeth, and I close my hands over his hips to steady him as I get to take my turn. I thrust up, cock so full and balls so tight that this really isn't going to take long. He's clamped tight around me, hockey thighs helping him bounce frantically on my cock. His spent dick is still half-hard, bobbing between us, and I can't get over how sexy I find it. How sexy I find him.

Hovering over me, wearing my hat, all that muscle and cock on display. Now he's gotten off, his smirk is back as he watches me fuck him, chasing my own high. I can't get enough. Can't decide if I even want to come, but the pressure building in my gut makes it clear that isn't my choice anymore.

It's inevitable.

So close.

Building.

Higher.

"Nrg fuck."

It crashes into me, and my head drops back as I close my eyes against the room and blacken out everything but the way orgasm takes over. I'm coming for ages, then just when I think it's done, aftershocks take their turn.

I'm panting when I'm steady enough to open my eyes.

I'm expecting more cockiness, but Benny's face is soft.

"God, I loved seeing you come."

That makes me laugh.

"I wanna do it again."

I pull him down to crush him against my chest. "Give me a minute."

"Only a minute?"

"Or two. Jesus."

He's already hard again as he snuggles his face into my neck.

"My hat looks good on you." I trail my fingertips down his spine.

"And my cum would look good on you. We never did make use of those cum gutters."

I slap his ass, then slide the condom off him. "Go on, then. Show me what you can do."

So he does. Benny jerks off until he paints my stomach with his cum and then collapses on top of me, finally soft.

The whole time he's touching himself, all I can think is that I nearly lost this.

And I never want to do that again.