"Bottom drawer," Liam grunted.
Benson twisted, yanking the drawer open. His fingers closed around the familiar bottle. Liam didn't stop. He kept sucking, his head bobbing as Benson stood by the bed. Finally, Benson had to pull away, his cock slick with Liam’s attention.
"Get on the bed," Benson ordered, flipping the cap. He drizzled the cold gel over himself.
"Shut up and do it," Liam shot back, rolling onto his spine and pushing his hips up. "I want to still feel you tomorrow."
Benson knelt in front of him. He slicked a finger, then two, pushing into Liam. "I’ll fuck you so hard that you can't walk. As usual.”
"You always did talk a big game," Liam moaned, pushing back against his hand. "Now prove it."
Benson lined himself up. He pressed forward, sinking into that tight, perfect world. They both groaned as Benson took his time like he always did.Don’t want it to hurt. Don’t want to ruin the moment.Although it was damn difficult, considering how badly he wanted to do nothing more than fuck. He added some more lube before going for it again. The man was completely relaxed as he gazed up at Benson with a fiery warning in his eyes.Yeah,I remember you telling our girlfriend that I love ass.This was what Liam had meant. And it was true. Benson would fuck any hole he could get his cock into, especially if his partner loved it.
"You feel good," Benson breathed, starting to move. "So much better than I remember."
Liam just pushed back, taking him deeper, demanding more. The words faded, replaced by the sound of skin on skin. Rough, desperate, perfect. They were equals in this. Two halves of the same whole, finally coming back together.
Benson gripped Liam's hips. He pulled.Hard. Liam's ass lifted, sliding into Benson's lap. Deeper.So much deeper. The new angle made Liam cry out. His cock was rigid, dripping onto his stomach. His hands? They buried themselves under the pillow as he gave himself over.
Benson found his rhythm, which was easy enough now that they were together again. Liam's body remembered him. Benson's hand wrapped around Liam's cock and started stroking. Slow at first, then faster, matching the pace of his hips.
"Holy hell," Benson growled. "This is fucking hot. God, Eden's going to be so turned on when she sees this. Watching me fuck your ass while I jack you off."
Liam could barely speak as he withstood Benson’s desperate need to have him. But he found a way. “What makes you think this is what she sees first?”
The words didn't slow Benson's rhythm. He just fucked Liam harder, the image flashing behind his eyes: Liam's powerful body driving into Eden while he watched, waiting for his turn.
"Fine," he grunted, the thought making his balls ache. "Frees up my cock to fuck her cunt. How would you like that?"
Liam's eyes stayed squeezed shut. "You..." he gasped as Benson hit a deep, perfect spot. "You wouldn't be able to resist her ass."
A dark, triumphant smirk twisted Benson's lips. He leaned forward, driving deeper, forcing a broken moan from Liam's throat.
"Already have," he breathed, the words a hot secret against Liam's ear. "In her bed. Fucked her ass so I could say I was the first one.”
That did it. Liam's body went rigid, his back arching as a strangled cry tore from his lips. He came, hard, pulsing over Benson's fist and his own stomach. The sight, the clenching heat around him, sent Benson over the edge right behind him. He buried himself to the hilt with a final, guttural shout, emptying himself into the man he loved.
“You’ve gotta be kidding,” Liam gasped, Benson still slowly fucking him as they both came to terms with what just happened. “That’s what did it. The thought of you fucking my girlfriend’s ass in her own bed.”
“To be fair…” Benson hovered over him, catching his breath. “She had a great time.”
“She always has a great time.”
Benson was still infuriatingly hard enough that he stayed inside Liam, pinning him down by the shoulders and saying, “I’m not pulling out until you say you had a great time with me in your ass, too.”
“So, if I don’t say it, you’ll stay there?”
“Or I could suck your cock clean. But I’m not nimble enough to do both. Which do you want?”
“Which doyouwant? You’re the one on top.”
“Finally, he remembers.”
Benson did neither, though. He was too busy bending down to kiss Liam, daring to dream that their sweet, gorgeous girlfriend could be there next time.
Then again, just the two of them were more than fine as well.
Chapter 11
