Bennett: an m/m bodyguard romance (Hunter Security), page 13
Archer pushes away from me. I detest the idea of any distance between us, but it’s necessary for getting us naked faster. Keeping our eyes connected, the same heat and need reflects in his that I am sure are in mine. As soon as our clothes hit the floor, I pull him into my arms again and return to devouring his mouth.
I automatically put one hand to the nape of his neck and thread it into his hair, grabbing a tight hold, while I use my other hand to pull him into me by his waist before sliding down to grab a handful of his tight ass. Using my tight hold on him, I grind our cocks against each other, making us both groan. Archer’s body willingly submits to the movements of mine, and I relish in his eagerness to give me what I want right now.
I don’t always want to dominate in bed, but clearly, I need to right now. Giving up control at dinner tonight had been hard for me, but it was worth it. The price for it seems to be my overwhelming need to demand and control our pleasure now.
The growing slickness between us coats our cocks, thighs, and stomachs as we both leak profusely. Reaching between our bodies, I grab hold of both of us and firmly fist our dicks together.
I groan as Archer eagerly thrusts into my hand, sliding his length against mine. I’ve always loved a good frotting session, but with how my balls are already tingling, I know I won’t last long if we continue like this.
“Bed,” I command, letting go of our erections and hissing from the sudden lack of pressure.
Archer doesn’t waste a second and rushes toward the bedroom of our suite. When I enter, my cock bobs at the sight of my sexy man lying down and staring at me with a lust-drunk look.
“Come closer to the edge,” I demand, moving toward him and kneeling in front of the bed.
He moves at a rapid pace, and once he’s in position, I push his legs up, giving me better access to his perfect pucker. I lick my lips before diving in for a taste of delicious cake.
“Fuuuck,” Archer cries out as I eat his ass.
I circle my tongue around his hole a few times, then stiffen it and shove it inside him. His cries of pleasure fill the room, and knowing how thin hotel walls are, there is a strong possibility whoever is in the next room can hear him. The idea of someone listening to us fucking turns me on even more and makes me want to see how loud I can make Archer get.
I lift my right hand and swipe my index and middle fingers over Archer’s rock-hard cock, collecting his precum to use as lube so I can stretch him. Fuck, I love how much he leaks for me.
With my fingers coated, I bring them to his entrance and slide one in along with my tongue.
“Jesus,” Archer breathes out, his back bowing while I fuck him with my mouth and finger.
“You’re so fucking delicious,” I tell him, then slide in my second finger and lick his perfect dick from root to tip, swirling my tongue around the sensitive crown when I get to the top.
The saltiness of his precum explodes in my mouth, and I moan around him, swallowing him down my throat.
“Holy shit,” Archer shouts, and I smile as much as I can with my mouth so full. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
He continues to shout, moan, and cry out while I bring him as close to the edge as possible.
Damn, I fucking love how loud of a lover he is.
“P-please,” he begs.
I pop off him and tug his balls to stop him from coming yet. “Are you desperate for your release, baby?” I ask, and he nods, panting profusely.
I chuckle at how overcome with desire he is and walk to my suitcase to grab the bottle of lube I packed. His precum might have been enough to lube my fingers, but I don’t think it would be enough for my cock, and I don’t want to risk hurting him.
With the bottle in hand, I strut back over to my man, who’s watching me with hooded eyes. “Are you ready for me to fuck you like I promised?” I check, pouring lube onto my cock and stroking my length a few times, making sure I’m nice and slick.
“Please,” he pleads again. “Fill me up and fuck me hard. I need you to take me.”
My cock bobs at his words, and a low growl rumbles up my chest. “With fucking pleasure,” I tell him, lining myself up with his entrance.
Archer wraps his legs around my waist when I push inside him, and we both groan as his body sucks me in. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and as I slide into him again, I praise him. “Oh fuck, you’re perfect.”
The instant I’m balls deep inside the man who has stolen my heart, the edge of my desperate need for control melts away. This feels so damn right. I release a contented sigh and lean down to kiss him, giving him a moment to adjust to my size.
Our tongues dance with each other, and his channel pulses around me. It has me needing to thrust before too long.
“Fuck me,” Archer begs when we break for air, and I do exactly as he asks.
After I push up so I’m standing and grip his hips firmly, I dig my fingers into his flesh and pull my hips back, then slam them forward again. Archer’s cries become higher pitched as I fuck him hard and fast. Sweat drips down my spine, and my heart races while I chase the high we both desire.
“You were fucking made for me,” I grit out, thrusting in and out of him as hard as I can. “You’re mine, and no one else will ever get to be with you for as long as I live.”
This possessive desire to mark him takes over me, so I lean down again, this time to bite his pec hard but not letting up on my pace. The move has Archer crying out and his cock leaking even more.
My spine tingles with the need to release, so I grip Archer and jerk him off, my hand matching the pace of my hips. It doesn’t take long before my man is shouting, and his cum is coating our bodies. As his release takes him over, his channel clamps down around me, and I instantly blow, filling him with my load and almost collapsing from the intensity of the orgasm.
After a few heavy, gasping breaths and we have both regained our equilibrium, I kiss him gently, then slide out, watching my cum seep from his hole. It’s so hot, and I’m glad we decided to go without condoms.
I’ll never get sick of this sight.
On shaky legs, I rush to the bathroom and wet a cloth, then return to my sexy man, who is half asleep already. I give him a quick wipedown, grab his hand, and pull him up with me.
“I think we should have a quick shower before we sleep,” I tell him as he rests most of his body weight against me.
“Fine,” he grumbles. “But make it quick, or else I’m probably going to fall asleep in there.”
I chuckle, guiding him to the bathroom. “I promise I’ll make it quick. All you have to do is stand there and let me clean you.”
He mumbles his acceptance while I turn on the shower and wait for it to warm up.
“You’re too good for me,” he says softly once we are under the spray and I’m holding him close.
I shake my head and kiss his cheek. “Absolutely not.”
There are three precious words on the tip of my tongue, but it seems too soon to say them. We haven’t even been dating for a month, but I know it’s how I feel.
As fast as possible, I wash both of us, making sure to pay extra attention to Archer’s sensitive hole. True to his word, he leans his body into mine, his breathing evening out. As soon as we’re clean, I wrap us up in towels and drag my tired man to bed.
Knowing I fucked him so good that he’s basically asleep on his feet does something to me.
The moment his body touches the bed, he melts into it, and once I’m beside him, I pull him into my arms. Archer rests his head on my chest, and I lazily trail my fingers up and down his spine.
It’s so evident to me that this man is it for me. I know I’m going to love him for as long as I live, and I’ll be by his side for as long as he’ll have me.
As Archer’s breath evens out, and I’m certain he’s asleep, I whisper, “I love you.”
Maybe in the morning, I’ll find the courage to say the words when he’s awake.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Archer
The morning light seeps in through the sheer blinds, waking me earlier than I would have liked. We don’t have to be anywhere until this afternoon, and I wanted to sleep in, but we forgot to close the blackout curtains last night.
Bennett stirs next to me, wrapping his arms tighter around me. “Why didn’t we close the blinds?” he grumbles.
I titter. “We were a little preoccupied when we arrived.”
He hums out a response of agreement and pushes his hips forward, which has his morning wood pressing into my ass.
“Care for another round?” The low growl rumbling in his chest makes my cock harden, so I roll in his arms to kiss him, using my lips to tell him yes.
Our bodies rub against each other, and I’m ready for more in no time, but before we have a chance to take it to the next level, Bennett’s phone rings.
I groan. “Don’t answer it,” I urge him, but he’s already reaching for the annoying device to check who’s calling.
“This better be an emergency,” Bennett answers and clicks to place the call on speaker.
“You know I wouldn’t call unless it was important,” Rip tells him.
“What is it?” Bennett asks, sitting up.
I sigh. Guess the time for shenanigans is over.
“Another gift showed up this morning,” Rip explains.
My blood runs cold at his words. Why the fuck does this keep happening?
“So, he is following the tour schedule,” Bennett muses out loud.
“Seems like it, but we already figured as much,” Rip replies.
“Who has that kind of money?” I question. It can’t be cheap to travel around the world with a band.
“He could be bumming rides,” Rip suggests.
“We’re gonna get dressed,” Bennett says, rubbing his forehead. “Meet us here in ten.”
After he disconnects the call, he sends texts to Aria and Nixon to fill them in on what’s going on. Aria, of course, responds that she’s getting dressed and not to start without her.
“What do you think the gift is this time?” I ask, climbing out of bed and heading to my suitcase to pull on a pair of sweats and a hoodie.
“Hard to say, but I doubt it’s going to be anything good.”
I nod, pulling the soft material over my head. As soon as I’m clothed, I pad to the living room area of the suite and drop onto the sofa.
“Whatever it is…” Bennett continues once he’s joined me on the couch, “… it’s going to be fine. We won’t let this lunatic get close to you. I promise.”
The corners of my lips turn up a hair, and I lean into the man who has vowed to keep me safe. His strong arms instinctively wrap around me, and I let out a contented sigh. I might be on edge right now, but this embrace is keeping me grounded.
Bennett holds me until Aria and Rip show up, and my stomach rolls at the sight of the perfectly wrapped present.
“The note is on the outside this time,” Aria states.
“I noticed that as well, which makes me even more leery of the gift,” Rip replies, and my body shakes with dread.
Donning his cut and needle resistant gloves, Rip opens the letter and reads it out loud.
“My dearest Archer… I already knew of your betrayal of our love, but I merely thought it was a fling and nothing to be concerned about. Yet here you are now, flaunting this affair in my face. How do you think that makes me feel? I have done nothing but love you, and yet here you are, stabbing me in the heart. While I’m utterly heartbroken right now, the love that I feel for you remains, and I’m willing to forgive you. We can still be together like destiny has planned. I won’t give up on you, and I promise I’ll do whatever I need to be with you.”
“Well, that’s not creepy at all,” Aria mumbles sarcastically.
“I don’t think I want to see the gift,” I whisper as a ball of emotion lodges in my throat.
“We can open it somewhere else,” Rip offers.
Bennett looks intently into my eyes, asking me silently if that’s what I want.
I’m having a hard time answering because I’m afraid. What if the gift is more of a threat against Bennett? I was on board with the plan to announce our relationship, knowing it would piss off the stalker, but I didn’t realize how much of a target that puts on Bennett.
Now I’m second-guessing everything. I won’t be able to live with myself if something happens to Bennett because of me. But refusing to look at the gift won’t change anything, and if my boyfriend isn’t backing down, I can’t either.
“No, open it here,” I say after a moment.
Rip stares at Bennett, waiting for the go-ahead. Once he gives the okay, Rip carefully unwraps the box and pulls out a miniature house.
“That’s not as creepy as I thought it would be,” Aria voices exactly what I was thinking.
“It’s a replica of my house,” Bennett states, the color draining from his face.
My eyes go wide, and it’s suddenly hard to catch a breath.
“There’s something inside it,” Rip points out and lifts the roof off to check out what it is, but as soon as he does, the house catches fire, and my scream fills the room.
Rip drops the replica to the floor and quickly stomps on it, putting out the fire as fast as possible.
Bennett holds me close since my body is shaking uncontrollably, and Rip calls the front desk to let them know what happened.
“I need to call Nixon,” my man tells me, reluctantly letting me go.
I nod, unable to speak at the moment. Bennett stands, heading to the bedroom, and Aria takes his place on the couch, wrapping her arms around me.
“I’m sorry this is happening,” she whispers.
“Me too,” I respond, my voice breaking.
“Does the front desk know who brought the gift in?” Aria asks Rip as she rubs her hands up and down my back in a soothing manner.
“I asked this morning, and they said it was a Maria Hadley,” he tells us. “They had to get someone in to access the security footage. The person apparently arrived a couple of minutes ago, so as soon as Bennett gives me the green light, I’ll head down to check it out. I’m assuming this is another situation of someone thinking they were being kind, not knowing the real truth.”
When Bennett comes back into the room, his hands are shaking, and he looks extremely pissed off.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, immediately standing and racing toward him.
“While I was on the phone with Nixon, we both got a notification that there is a fire at my house,” he tells me before pulling me into his arms.
I cling to my man and try to wrap my brain around what’s happening. “How?” I ask. “Isn’t the stalker here? He can’t be in two places at once.”
“He’s clearly got accomplices,” Rip grumbles.
“The security footage shows a person in all black starting the fire and running off,” Bennett tells us. “The fire department has been dispatched and are on their way. Nixon is going to meet them there and report back on the damages.”
“Are the cameras still live?” Aria asks.
Bennet gives a slight nod of his head. “Yeah, but I don’t want to watch my house burn. Fuck, now I know how Knox felt, but at least I wasn’t in the house when the fire started.”
“I’m so sorry,” I cry out into his chest. “This was a stupid plan.”
“It’s going to be okay,” Bennett tries to reassure me. “No one was there, and it was just a house. You’re safe, I’m safe, and that’s all that matters.”
“But what if it doesn’t stay like that? What if you get hurt?” I ask as the sudden urge to punch a wall courses through my veins. I’ve never felt such a strong rush of fear and anger in my life, and I don’t know what to do with it. I feel like this is all my fault, yet as hard as I try, I can’t think of a solution to the problem.
“We have an amazing team with us. We will do everything in our power to make sure no one gets hurt,” he tells me, but I don’t miss the fact that he isn’t promising anything.
“I’m going to run down and check out the hotel’s security footage, and hopefully, we can contact the woman who dropped off the package,” Rip explains.
Bennett nods at his coworker. “Go. I think Archer and I need a moment alone.”
“I’ll get out of your hair too,” Aria says, walking out with Rip.
“How does someone get so obsessed like this?” I question as Bennett moves us back to the couch, keeping me in his embrace the entire time.
“I’m not sure, but I promise I won’t let this asshat touch a hair on your head,” he vows.
“Don’t think I’m not picking up on the fact that you aren’t promising that you’ll be safe too.”
“My job is to protect you.”
His words set me off, and I pull out of his grasp to poke him hard in the chest. “You’re not just my bodyguard, or have you forgotten?” I yell. “You’re my boyfriend, and if you want to make sure that I’m not hurt, you’ll keep yourself safe too. Because even though we’ve only been together for a short time, I’m already certain I’m in love with you, and it would destroy me if you were taken from me now.”
Shit, that’s not exactly how I was planning on telling him I love him, but it’s out there now, and I refuse to take back the words. I meant them, even if I said them while shouting.
“I’m sorry,” Bennett whispers, shaking his head. “I guess I wasn’t thinking about how my getting hurt would make you feel. I had tunnel vision about keeping you safe no matter what. I love you too, and I promise I’ll try my hardest to keep us both safe, but I’m also not going to lie to you. If it comes down to me or you, I’d sacrifice myself in a second.”
There isn’t anything more either of us have to say, so I move in for a kiss, needing his touch more than anything and showing him how much he means to me with my body. I think we both need this right now—the connection and security of being together.
“As much as I’m dying to fuck you silly right now, I need to brief my team on what’s going on,” Bennett tells me when we break for air. “We’ll need tighter security tonight, and as much as it pains me to say this, I shouldn’t be the lead right now. Rip will have to take the reins until I’m less of a threat. But don’t think that means I’m still not going to be by your side.”
