Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
His muscles tightened around me for a moment before relaxing enough to let me in.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmured. “Let me in. Want to feel you.” I pushed carefully until my entire length was encased in his warmth, and I let out a groan of my own. He felt amazing— like his body had been molded specially to fit me and I was the only person meant to be inside him like this.
One of Bennett’s hands reached over his head to slide fingers into my hair, pulling my head tighter against his face.
“Xander,” he breathed. “Xander.”
“I know, baby,” I cooed in his ear. “I’m here.”
I began to move slowly in and out until I couldn’t keep myself from picking up the pace and slamming into him. He dropped his hand from my head back to the ground to hold himself up— to keep from collapsing onto the rough forest floor from the impact of my thrusts.
The need to own him came over me like a fog of aggressive lust. Suddenly, I found myself fucking him with everything I had. Sharp pine needles bit into the skin of my knees with every shift of my weight, but I didn’t care. Cold pinpricks of rain stung our heated skin, but we barely noticed.
It was just me inside of the one person on earth who had the power to both fill me up and leave me empty and alone. And in that moment, he was filling me up. Every sound, every clench of his responsiveness made me feel alive and on fire. I felt wanted and needed, like I was the only person who could bring Bennett to his knees with pleasure and make him feel whole again.
Was that actually the case? Surely not. But in that moment, I felt like we were both giving each other everything we’d ever needed— trust, pleasure, comfort, warmth, and the absolute knowledge of being safe and cared for above all else.
“Xander, I can’t… I want… Have to—”
“S’okay,” I grunted. “Come.”
I reached around and grabbed his cock over his own grip and helped him stroke himself until hot shots of fluid coated our joined hands. His shouts echoed in the trees around us and seemed to be joined by thunderous growls from the skies above us. The sky had grown dark and the rain was pelting down in the pass nearby as my own release struck, and I cried out— slamming into him one last time and feeling his channel tighten around me again in response.
After the pulses of my orgasm died down, I realized I’d pushed Bennett face-first into the forest floor. I was collapsed on top of him, and I quickly pulled out before helping him sit up so that he was on his knees. I shucked off the condom, tying it off before gathering the trash bits and shoving them into a little trash bag in a pocket of my backpack.
As I began to straighten my clothes, I realized Bennett was still kneeling, bare-assed on the ground. I dropped to the ground next to him. Fuck, had I hurt him somehow?
“Benny?” I asked softly, stroking his damp hair back from his forehead. “You okay?”
“Hmm,” was all he said as he turned and gave me a goofy grin. His eyes were at half-mast and he looked completely blissed out.
“It’s raining. It’ll start filtering through the trees here in a minute and drench us. C’mon, let’s get our rain gear on before we get soaked.”
He looked around in a daze. “Is it storming? God, were we going at it that long?”
I let out a laugh. “Not really. Thunderstorms come in fast and leave just as quickly out here. We just need to hunker down until it passes.”
Once we got our rain gear on and our packs covered in Bennett’s tarp, we used my tarp to huddle under together while the storm blew across our area. We sat so we could look out over the pass in front of us and watch the dark clouds pass overhead.
As the air cooled around us from the rainstorm, I could feel the heat of Bennett’s body against my side. We’d been sitting for a few minutes in easy silence, but I was curious about how he was feeling after we’d had sex. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to ask him about it. Hell, I wasn’t sure if I was actually brave enough to ask him about it.
A hand reached out for mine, and I felt Bennett’s long fingers thread through mine.
“You okay?” he asked me softly. “You’re being awfully quiet over there.”
I squeezed his hand and leaned over to brush a kiss across his jaw. “Yeah. I’m okay. More than okay, really.”
He quirked a brow at me, but didn’t ask me to elaborate. I felt I owed it to him to tell him exactly how I was feeling after the hell I’d put him through this past week and even this morning.