Chapter 32

BENNY

I'm glued to Harrison as we back into his room, feeling all bubbly and high from today. Not gonna lie, it was emotionally exhausting to go over everything, to admit my failures and the things Em and I had done. Once I got it all out to the doctor and we talked in depth about dyscalculia and what to expect, it eased some of my questions. My talk with Harrison eased the others.

His tongue glides across mine, and while I love the softness sometimes, tonight, after all that emoting and love, I need a good hard fuck.

"Take my clothes off," I manage between kisses.

Harrison immediately reaches for my shorts. He's efficient with stripping those and my underwear off before breaking our kiss to tug my shirt over my head. I'm not cold, but goose bumps rise across my skin anyway.

He steps back, takes a moment to drink my body in.

I pull my dick a few times to dim the ache building there. "You wanna fuck me?"

My man nods slowly, jaw set and eyes hooded. His seriousness does something to me that sends a ripple down my spine.

"How?"

"Bend over the bed and hang on for dear life."

Now we're talking.

Harrison strips off, then grabs a condom and lube while I bend over the edge of the bed. When he steps up behind me, he tosses them onto the sheets, then runs his hands from my shoulders down either side of my spine to my ass.

"You're so hot, Benny."

"Look who's talking."

He wipes his leaking tip over my hole. "I swear I want to nut instantly when you're around."

"Then stretch me open, suit up, and get to it. Horny as fuck over here."

He chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to my tailbone before he picks up the lube. Feeling the cool liquid drizzle down my crack immediately makes my hole twitch. I'm so ready for it. So ready for him to fuck me hard enough that I forget about everything else.

Harrison's fingers dip into my crease and drag the lube up and down my skin before pressing gently to my opening. His other hand reaches between my legs and cups my balls, causing me to fall face-first onto the bed. I'm a shameless slut for anything and everything he does to me. The combination of him gradually entering me and the way he rolls my balls in his palm is enough to make my legs weak.

"I don't know which is better," he says. "Fucking you or you fucking me."

"That's because neither of them are better. They're completely different. Sometimes one is what you need, and sometimes it's the other." The stretch in my ass is delicious as he gets his two fingers inside. "Sometimes I don't want either. And other times, like right now, I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my name."

He chuckles and squeezes my balls lightly. There's a hint of pain that takes the edge off how horny I am, but damn, I want him to touch my cock. I fold my arms, resting my forehead on them, using all my willpower not to reach for it instead. No way am I coming until I've taken a beating, but my man knows how to work me up; apparently, telling me he loves me is one of those ways.

"I always forget how tight you feel," he says, stroking his fingers in and out. "It's such a tease. I need my cock in there. You make me so hard, Benny."

Pure lust rushes from my head to my toes. "Prep me faster, then, damn."

He releases my balls, and I hear him tear open the condom wrapper. "I'm not going to hurt you just so I can get off."

"Maybe I'll like it."

"Yeah, but I won't."

My heart feels like Jell-O. "Anyone ever tell you you're disgustingly considerate?"

"Only this guy I know who likes to pretend he's allergic to feelings."

"I don't pretend."

"You totally pretend." He leans down and kisses my spine, turning me to mush. "See? You crave it."

"I hate it."

He removes his fingers and steps in, feet beside mine, his hot thighs flush with my skin, dick snuggled between my ass cheeks. Then he tugs me up, and I almost fall back against him. He holds me tight, big arms encircling my torso until I feel so completely owned, I'd agree to anything from him right now.

Harrison ducks his head until his lips hover in front of mine. "Don't kiss me, then."

Fuck. "Easy."

"Not even a little bit." My lips tingle as his brush against them.

Fuck, he's close. Smells so good. That mix of his deodorant and soil is becoming my favorite thing. My heart is beating out of my chest with the proximity, and even when his lips curl with a smile, I can't force myself to pull away.

"You're the worst," I grunt before surging forward. Our mouths meet, and I can't hide how much I love it. I sink into our kiss like nothing else matters, just wanting more of everything he'll give me.

He kisses me back as forcefully while he reaches down between us and lines his cock up with my hole. His knees bend, and I arch up onto my toes as he pushes inside. I'm not stretched enough, but I lean into the slight sting, loving the way it makes me feel owned inside and out by him. Sex isn't something that holds a lot of emotion for me, but with Harrison, it's instantly different. The urge to get off is still strong, but the closeness, the clawing need to feel connected, is new and different and terrifying. I shiver as his lips find my neck, and it takes me a moment for it to really sink in that he's mine.

The scratch of his pubes meets my ass, and he holds still there for a moment, waiting for me to adjust to the fullness I've been craving.

"As much as I'd love to do it like this," he says against my shoulder, "we're going to end up on our faces. You're going to have to bend over for me, baby."

I grunt, not wanting to separate, but when he guides me forward, I go easily.

"You ready?"

"Yes." I grind back against him. "Stop making me wait for it."

The first thrust is everything I need. Harrison's cock pummels me, lighting up the nerves in my ass and filling me with bliss. I push back into every movement, seeking more. My prostate is oversensitive, and his balls are brushing mine in a way that has my cock leaking. The steady grip he has on my hips anchors me in place, even as we send his bed knocking against the wall with a steady thunk thunk that makes me vaguely glad his roommates are out.

"Aw, Benny," he gasps, and I can feel in his voice how good I'm making him feel. It's heaven. Amazing, lusty heaven.

I'm stretched tight around him as he fucks me so hard it's making my brain scramble. My teeth knock. My ass tender with the beating it's taking, and I'm greedy for it. Hungry for how consumed I am by him.

One of my hands bunches tight in his sheets while I give in to the need to touch myself. I jerk off in time with his thrusts, punishing my dick with how desperately I want to come. Harrison makes me feel like I never have before. I'm warm from my head to my toes. Panting and sweaty. Balls pulling high and heart feeling like it's going to fill out my chest and keep going.

How can everything feel so much with him and still leave me wanting more?

I groan, deep in my chest, as my cock thickens in my hold. It doesn't give me much warning before the pressure releases, and my orgasm crashes into me. I pulse in my fist, cum landing on his bedspread, arms and legs sapped of the energy I need to hold myself up.

Harrison cries out and presses in deep, twitching as he empties into the condom before he sags forward against me.

His added weight sends us both crashing onto the bed.

I'm ready to pass out after that.

"You sure know how to keep a guy happy," I say.

Harrison chuckles, pressing his hips tighter against me to try to keep inside. "Hopefully always."

"Not possible. We're bound to fight at some point."

"You mean we haven't fought enough already?"

I grin into the sheets, even though he can't see me. "You're dating a Dalton. We're known for boneheadedness, so you should probably prepare yourself for that."

"I'm prepared."

"It's okay. Once you meet Asher, he'll make me look like a saint."

"No one can make you look any better in my eyes."

I groan and turn my head to the side. "No saying cutesy things around him either. He'll never let me live it down."

"Be extra sweet and mushy. Got it."

"I'm really starting to doubt the whole you loving me thing."

"That's okay." He rubs his nose behind my ear, and I wish I didn't love it so much. "You deserve all the love and affection in the world, Benny-Wenny."

Oh.

Fucking.

No.

"Shit."

"What's wrong?"

"I really am like Asher."

Harrison waits me out, but I don't even want to say the words. I can't just leave it there though.

"My brother. He has a safe word. But not for sex, for affection. Because Kole likes to amp it up to embarrass him."

Harrison pulls out and flops down beside me, wearing a smirk that looks annoyingly similar to the one Em and I share. "Let me guess. I'm a Kole."

I pretend to sob.

"You're in love with your brother-in-law."

"Shut up."

"You Daltons really are messed up."

"Fuck off."

Harrison hauls me against him. "I cannot wait to tell your brothers this story."

And I don't doubt for a moment that he will.