"No, it's okay. Like you said, I don't have to wake up early tomorrow." He runs his fingers through my hair. "Feel free to wake me up however you see fit."
My eyes widen in surprise. "Really? However I want to?"
"Go for it," he nods.
My phone dings with an incoming text and I pull away from Nelson to look at it. It's Finnigan, saying that he's moved outside and is waiting by the front entrance. "I have to stay up long enough to know my brother made it home, but then I'll be ready for bed. It'll take my sister at least an hour to get him and herself back home."
"Want to go watch a movie, then? If you fall asleep, I'll wake you up when they text you again."
"You're the best," I say. "You know that, right?"
"Feel free to keep telling me that." He pulls me up to my feet and I tuck myself into his side as we walk back to the couch.
Chapter Seventeen
Iwakeuptoa whole new sensation Saturday morning. Bennett is not curled up beside me like he's been each time he's spent the night. Instead, there is a weight between my legs and I feel my underwear being pulled down my thighs. Those familiar soft lips leave a trail from my hip to mid-thigh and then repeat the process on the other leg. I can practically feel the blood rushing to my cock.
"I know you're awake," Bennett's voice says softly, in a sing-song type of way. It's deeper in the mornings and I love it. I move one hand to rest on the back of his head, confirming I am awake. I don't stop him and he keeps going. I feel Bennett lean his head into my touch and I scratch lightly at his scalp. "Mmm, that feels good."
"You feel good, too." I murmur the words. I haven't even opened my eyes fully. I feel Bennett's lips inch closer to my cock. As much as I'm all for a morning blow job, I want something more today. Something closer. I finally open my eyes and movemy hand to hook a finger under his chin. His eyes meet mine and I can see the lust evident in his pupils. "Fuck, Bennett."
"Is that a compliment or a command?" He moves up my body, slowly, teasing. His bare skin drags over mine and I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning at the sensation.
"Both," I say when his face is hovering inches away from mine. "I need to feel you in me."
"I thought getting with an older man would mean I'd have the sex drive," Bennett says. I scoff at the insult and he just laughs, cutting off my response with a kiss. "I'm kidding, baby. Do you have supplies?"
"Bedside table," I say. "I'm thinking of rescinding this offer, though."
"You can always fuck me if you want," Bennett says casually. He wiggles his eyebrows at me before shimmying off to the side and reaching into the drawer. He comes back with a condom and the bottle of lube. I make a mental note to buy more next time I'm in the city. "Looks like someone puts this to good use."
"You're really pushing it this morning," I warn him. He flashes me a smile but then hesitates before moving back between my legs. "What was that?"
"What was what?" He flips the cap of the lube open but I reach out and hold his wrist. His eyes meet mine.
"You hesitated," I point out. "If you don't want to do this, we don't have to."
"No, I definitely want to." He answers quickly and I can see he means it. "Can we flip fuck, though?"
"You're gonna have to let me start then," I say honestly with a small laugh. It isn't self-deprecating, but the honest truth. If I bottom first, I'm going to come before we switch. We move around on the bed and I reach into the drawer for my own condom. Bennett is already pulling his briefs off and I kick mine into the floor as well.
"Are you sure?" Bennett asks. I can see he's hesitant. I know he brought up the wax thing yesterday. It surprised me, but I genuinely love that he's talking about this. I know we have barely started seeing each other, we're still learning about each other and haven't really called anything official, but we're grown adults. We can talk about these things and not beat around the bush. I know he has insecurities as well when it comes to people using him or just going along with what he wants to get something in return.
I pull him in for a deep kiss, both of us kneeling on the middle of the bed. "I promise you that I'm all for this. I've told you before that I prefer to bottom, but I'm definitely into switching off with you."
Bennett's smile is a mixture of relief and lust. He nods and I can't help but kiss him again. I trail my hands down his back and cup his cheeks in my palms. I hear a soft moan as he buries his face against my neck, kissing the spot just below my Adam's apple. We spend several minutes like that, kissing, fondling each other, setting the mood for what I know is going to be an amazing time.
I hear the snick of the lube cap once more and we pull apart long enough to coat our fingers. I shudder at the first touch of Bennett's fingers over my hole. I mirror his moves, squeezing one of his cheeks and using the lubed fingers to tease him. Both of us are breathing heavy, chests pressing against each other as we work together.
"Shit, baby." Bennett's voice is small and I'm not sure if it's because he's out of breath or I'm so lost in the feeling of his finger pressing into me. "Stop teasing, please."
I do as he asks and add just enough pressure to sink my finger to the first knuckle. He's tight and I feel him tense up for a moment before he's pushing his hips back to take more of me. I kiss along Bennett's shoulder as we both start rocking back andforth. It's small movements, neither of us moving far so we stay connected. I can't focus on one thing for too long. The stretch of his second finger entering me, preparing me to take his cock, while my fingers are surrounded by his heat is one of the hottest things I've experienced.
The bed creaks as we move around, Bennett on his knees, his hands holding on to the headboard. I position myself behind him, rolling the condom onto my stiff cock. I add a little more lube and press my fingers to his hole once more. I smile when his skin breaks out in goosebumps.
"Nelson." The way he says my name, drags it out for an extra second, gets me going. I pull my fingers out of his ass and instead use my hands to spread his cheeks. My cock twitches at the sight.
I want to say something sweet, something that sets a more romantic mood, but I'm at a loss. All I can think about is pressing my cock to his hole and thrusting forward. Bennett cries out and I see his knuckles go white with how hard he's gripping the headboard. He curses under his breath while I still, waiting for him to get use to my size. I'm not hung like some guys I've been with, but my cock isn't the smallest.
