“No,” I say, because I’m pretty sure he’s not going to do anything wrong when he’s already done so much right. “But how ‘bout I tell you when you do something good? Positive reinforcement.”
Bennett grins up at me. “Ignoring the fact that I’m not a trained animal?”
I don’t get the chance to answer, because in the next instant he’s opened his mouth to let me back in, just lips closing tight around my shaft and his cheeks hollowing, creating a suction as he takes as much of my cock as he can.
And, okay, he’s a bit uneven and isn’t going to be deepthroating me anytime soon, but none of that matters, because the way he moans when he’s got a mouthful of my cock is just…
“Fuck, Bennett. Look at you. You look—” I don’t finish my sentence because I’m groaning, biting my lip and squeezing Bennett’s shoulder to keep from shooting in his mouth when he rolls his eyes up to look at me, cheeks flushed and lips pink with friction.
“Mm?” he manages while his mouth is still busy, and oh, my fucking hell does that feel good too.
“Nothing. Nothing. Just. You’re doing so good. Making me come so soon. So soon.” I know I’m babbling but I can’t help myself when he’s sucking my dick and arching an eyebrow at me like a boss. He does this thing where he increases the rhythm and his bottom lip rubs just right and catches against the groove on the underside of my cock. “Oh, yeah. Do that again. Just like that.”
He’s squeezing my ass now, the firm pressure seeming to ebb and flow along with the slide of his mouth on me.
“So good. You’re doing so good. I’m going to come now. Pull off for a sec, kay, babe?”
He does as I say, though he doesn’t go far. His lips are still pretty much brushing the head of my spit-slicked cock, all shiny and swollen. He gives it a sweet kiss then curls his hand around the base and begins to jack me, his movements firm and steady. It only takes two strokes before I’m coming, thick white rivulets flowing over his fingers and landing on his thighs. I see a shiny dot of it has even splashed against his chest.
“Shit,” I say, still bracing myself up with my grip on his shoulder. I’m probably heavy, so I plop onto the bed beside him, falling all the way back against the mattress. “Sorry, I don’t think I can stand after coming like that.”
After a moment, Bennett joins me in laying on the bed. Our arms brush as he settles back. “That was a lot of cum,” he acknowledges.
I wince. “Yeah, sorry about the mess. I’m kind of a shooter. Probably should’ve warned you, but I didn’t really have time, so the only option was to make the mess or come in your mouth. Don’t know if you’re ready for that yet.”
He makes a noncommittal noise. “I was preparing myself mentally for the possibility of swallowing. Your, uh… When I was sucking you, it didn’t taste bad.”
“Oh, trust me. Just a little bit at the tip is a whole lot different than a fountain of cum down your throat.”
“You seemed to enjoy it.”
I turn to face him and see he’s grinning. I grin back. “It’s an acquired taste, but I happen to be very into that flavor profile. What little of it I could taste.”
“Ah, right. Because you couldn’t taste much of it.” He lets out an actual giggle. “God. I can’t believe…”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“No, don’t be the ‘never mind’ guy. Come on.”
“I just can’t believe how much I don’t mind the mess.”
Okay, that’s surprising. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yes. I, uh. It’s sexy. Really sexy. I think I’m getting hard again just thinking about how I’ve got you all over me.”
I glance down to check, and: yup. He’s definitely showing signs of renewed interest. “No time like the present to further acquaint myself with your flavor profile.”
I think I catch a hitch in his breath. “Really?”
“If you want?”
“Yes.”
I smile. I like a guy who doesn’t mess around. I’m already eager to taste him again. “Come here, then.”
6
Jake
Jake: Have you eaten yet?
Bennett: No, not yet. I just got up.
Bennett: Someone wore me out last night and I slept in later than I usually do.
Jake: That someone must've been an incredible lay. ;)
Bennett: Know any good places for breakfast?
Jake: Do I ever. You okay with meeting me downstairs by the lobby?
Bennett: I can do that. Give me five minutes to get dressed.
Jake: It almost seems a shame to be the reason you're putting clothes back on. But ok. See you in five.
I lounge on one of the armchairs in the hotel lobby and try not to tap my fingers nervously against the cushion at the thought of seeing Bennett again. I’m kind of blown away that he actually said yes to going to breakfast. It took me way too long to summon up the courage to ask when I woke up this morning, and I thought for sure he’d already have eaten.
But nope. He’s coming down to meet me, and we’re doing breakfast. Maybe if I play my cards right today we’ll be doing some other stuff, too.
“You seem deep in thought,” Bennett says from behind me. I twist around to see him, looking clean-scrubbed, with his dark hair damp from the shower. The thought of Bennett with water dripping off his body, encased in the hot steam of a shower is just…
“Yeah,” I say, my voice practically purring. “Deep, deep thoughts.”
He laughs. “You’re incorrigible.”
I flash him a sheepish grin. “Guilty. Tell me you like it.”
“I’m… not entirely opposed to it. It’s got a certain appeal, especially when it’s benefited me so well thus far.”
Does that mean he wants to be, um, benefited again?
“What do you usually have for breakfast?” I ask him, grasping for a topic of discussion that shouldn’t have me straining the front of my jeans.
He walks around to the front of the armchair so I don’t have to strain my neck to look at him, shrugging as he moves. “I have coffee. Sometimes if I’m lucky I’ll grab a bagel from Starbucks. Basic stuff. My job usually keeps me busy during the day.”
“But you’re not busy now,” I quip.
He smiles at me, the curl of his lips languid and oh-so-sexy. “No, not yet.”
Fuck. “You fucker.” I grin. “I really am tempted to say to hell with breakfast, but I’m pretty hungry, and you must be too. You looked like you barely touched your dinner last night.”
His eyebrow raises a fraction. “You noticed that?”
“I work with food, so I always notice when someone doesn’t finish their meal.”
Again, surprise in his expression. We never did get to talking about what I do for a living.
“Can I ask what you do?”