Bennett: an m/m bodyguard romance (Hunter Security), page 16
“Let’s get this party started,” I yell into the mic, and the crowd loses their shit. The noise is so loud it almost outpowers the band, so I tap on my ear, signaling the audio team to turn my in-ear monitor up.
Once I can hear the music properly, I perform like my life depends on it, and it feels so fucking good.
“How was the show?” Bennett asks when I answer the video call from my hotel room.
“It was amazing,” I tell him. “But I missed you like crazy.”
“It’s been less than twenty-four hours,” he reminds me with a smirk.
“Yes, but it’s going to be at least a month before you’re on tour with me, and even though I know it’s necessary, it will not be easy to be away from you for that time.”
“You could change your mind,” he suggests.
I laugh and shake my head. “We both know that’s a horrible idea. I’m willing to rest and take it easy when I am not on stage. You would refuse to do that if you were here, and you’d end up hurting yourself.”
He scoffs. “Fine. Then we’ll just have to be creative in our ways to stay close,” he says, his tone flirtatious.
“What did you have in mind?” I ask.
“Prop your phone up on your nightstand and get naked,” he instructs.
I obey without putting up a fight, but as much as I want to rush and get naked as soon as possible, I’m slow-moving these days.
“I could help get you naked if you let me come with you sooner,” Bennett tells me as I carefully remove my shirt.
“Nice try,” I tease, dropping my shirt to the floor. Next, I work on my pants. When my belt and button are undone, I push down my jeans and underwear at the same time, kicking out of them once they hit my ankles.
“Fuck, I want to touch that body,” Bennett says with a husky tone.
I wink. “Soon. Now it’s your turn to get naked.”
He smirks at me, setting the phone down and reaching behind his neck to pull his shirt off. My mouth waters at the sight of his warm, rich abs. I want to run my tongue over them.
When he gets rid of his pants and underwear, I’m almost drooling over his perfect cock as it points proudly toward the screen.
Bennett spits in the palm of his hand and strokes himself. “I wish this were your mouth,” he tells me as his fist moves up and down his hard length.
I lick my lips. “Soon,” I say again, transfixed by his movements.
“Get on the bed and stroke yourself,” he orders, but I lunge for my suitcase first, grabbing the bottle of lube.
As soon as I’m in place, I pour some onto my hand before running it up and down my throbbing cock.
“Yeah, baby, just like that,” he murmurs, moving to sit on the bed.
The sight of Bennett sitting in my house and on my bed makes me want it to be that way all the time. He isn’t officially living with me, but he is staying at my house for the time being while his is being repaired. I don’t want him to move out when his house is fixed, though. He belongs with me all the time, and this moment solidifies that for me.
We both watch each other through the small screens as our fists move up and down our cocks, our movements synchronizing as we go.
“I can’t wait until we’re together again,” Bennett murmurs, his eyes never leaving my dick. “Until I’m the one working you like that. Until I can take you into my mouth and suck you dry. Pump into your perfect ass and fill you with my load. You’re mine, Archer Dawson.”
“Yours,” I choke out, picking up my pace, and Bennett follows suit.
“You’re so fucking perfect. Everything about you. Inside and out. When we’re together again, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never forget that you belong to me,” he assures me.
I love that he can be sweet and dirty at the same time.
“I belong to you, and you belong to me,” I add, but making coherent sentences is becoming harder as I get closer to my release.
Bennett nods his agreement. “That’s right, babe. I’m yours, and I am desperate to feel you inside me. I want you to straddle my thighs while I lie on my belly. Feel the weight of your cock on my ass cheeks as your hands roam all over my back, shoulders, and neck.”
I can see Bennett’s cock swell even more as he talks. He looks so sexy right now, with his lust-drunk eyes watching every stroke of my hand on my cock.
I purposely slow my pace, not ready for us to blow so soon.
“Mm… more. Tell me more. I love your filthy mouth. What would I do next?” I ask directly, wanting to hear more of the dirty, sexy ideas that flow through my man’s mind.
It’s hot as fuck.
Bennett licks his lips before he starts back in again.
“I’m just imagining your hands rubbing all over me as your weight pushes on me and traps my cock against the mattress. It would be an exquisite kind of torture, making my balls ache.
“Then the wet splatter of you drizzling body oil from a height would splash against my body as it falls all over your cock and my ass. But instead of you grabbing your cock and spreading it to coat yourself, you pull my cheeks apart just enough to expose my star.”
My cock throbs at his words, and my breathing gets heavier, imagining that what he’s saying is actually happening. I’m loving where this story is going.
Bennett has needed to be the one in control in the bedroom recently. I suspect it’s because of all the stress we’ve been under. Now that the threat is gone, it’s exciting to see him going to a headspace where he can surrender that control—to me.
We both continue to stroke our cocks as Bennett goes on with his fantasy. “I think you’re about to push in, but instead, you wedge the length of your shaft in the trench you’ve made and squeeze my cheeks around your thick length.”
Taking both of his hands, he links his fingers together and surrounds his cock more fully. I copy him, wanting to feel what he feels.
“Fuck, baby, then you start to move… slowly sliding your shaft across my sensitive pucker while the oil spreads.”
We both leisurely glide our hands up and down our raging erections.
“Not in a hurry, you shift your body so you can continue to drive me wild with your cock stroking across my hole, but now the rest of you is sprawled over me, holding me down, while your mouth licks… and sucks… and bites at my neck and ears.”
I can’t help but jump right into this fantasy of his. “Mm, that’s right. My cock would be teasing you, making you try to buck your hips into me, wanting more. You’d be desperate to be filled.”
Bennett groans in answer.
“That’s right, I’d make you moan under me, and when you weren’t expecting it, I’d lift my hips higher, notch my head at your eager hole, and push my way in until I’m buried deep inside you, all the way to my balls.”
I see Bennett on the screen as his eyes flutter shut and his head tilts back. His words come out in a strangled near whisper. “Yes… oh fuck… yes… Archer, pleeeaaase.”
Hearing him so undone has my balls tightening. I’m so close now, and I know exactly what to say that will tip my man over the edge with me.
“Then I’d pull back and slam in and out of your ass… hard and rough. Taking you… and making you… mine. I’d pound you so hard that your whole pelvis would slide back and forth on the bed, grinding your cock against it. I’d fuck you like that until you couldn’t take it anymore, and you came. You’d come so hard for me that you’d cry out, your body clenching around me.
“Oh… but I wouldn’t stop or let up for a second. I’d keep fucking that spasming hole of yours, drawing it out longer and really making you empty your balls. Then, when you were spent completely and collapsed beneath me, I’d up my speed and force just that little bit more. I’d use that sensitive hole of yours to get myself off while you moaned, held down and helpless. Only able to take what I gave you… and I’d give it to you. I’d ride you till I found my own orgasm. I’d bury myself as hard as I could and shoot my cum deep inside you, claiming your mouth with my own.”
My words are Bennett’s undoing, as I knew they would be.
“Archer… I… I have to… Archer, I have to come… pleeeaaase,” he pants out.
The sight of him is my undoing. I call out to him right before my orgasm hits. “Fuck… come for me, baby, squeeze your dick hard… and come.” I practically shout out the last word as my release jets out of my shaft.
My eyes meet Bennett’s as he climaxes seconds after me, his cum covering his stomach in thick sticky ropes like mine did to me seconds before.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, giving my heart a moment to stop racing.
“I have to admit phone sex with you is a lot hotter than I thought it would be,” Bennett tells me, and I chuckle, wiping myself with the hand towel I stashed beside me earlier. Sitting up, I grab my phone so I can bring it closer.
“Real sex is better, though,” I counter.
My sexy bodyguard slash boyfriend laughs. “Obviously, but if this is the only way I can have you for a couple of weeks, then I’m okay with that.”
“We both need to rest now,” I remind him. “And don’t be doing anything stupid while I’m gone, or I’ll hire you a babysitter.”
His smile has me feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. If I wasn’t sure before that he was the one for me, I am now. It’s perfectly clear that nothing will keep us from each other.
Not a crazy stalker and not distance.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Bennett
One month without holding the man I love in my arms has been hell, but today, that finally comes to an end.
“Long time no see,” Rip greets, wrapping me in a bro hug when I arrive at the stadium.
“It’s only been a month,” I remind him with a smirk. “But thank you for taking care of my man while I was forced to rest.”
“Did you actually rest?” he asks, walking beside me as we make our way down the hall toward the changing rooms.
I titter because he knows me so well. “I did, but only because Nixon was keeping an eye on me and threatened to fire me if I didn’t,” I grumble.
Rip laughs. “Thankfully, there was no fighting Archer to rest between shows. He’s actually good at following orders.”
I roll my eyes, but he isn’t wrong. “How has the past month been?” I ask, already getting down to business.
“Mostly uneventful,” he replies.
“That’s perfect,” I reply.
He slaps me on the back with a grin. “I figured you would say that. And even though I’m going to miss being in charge, I am happy to hand over the reins.”
“How about we say we’re sharing the lead on this tour?”
I don’t miss the way Rip’s face lights up a little at my suggestion, even though he’s trying to play it cool.
Arriving at Archer’s dressing room, I rap my knuckles on the door frame.
“You’re here,” Archer shouts, rushing into my arms.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I whisper into his neck, holding him tightly.
“Not as much as I’ve missed you,” he replies, not letting me go.
“Aww, we love a happy reunion,” Aria coos from behind us. “Now we won’t have Archer whining every day that he misses you. For that, I’m eternally grateful.”
“What, you didn’t miss me too?” I ask, turning to see her while keeping Archer at my side.
“Maybe a little,” she murmurs with a smirk.
“Remember, with Bennett back, you might get more time alone with Rip,” Archer tells his twin.
She blushes, and I raise a brow at my man, clearly out of the loop here.
“Mind your own business, brother, or I’ll trip you and break your leg,” she threatens.
Archer laughs in response, then gives me another hug. “I’ll explain everything later,” he whispers into my ear.
I kiss his temple, and Aria pipes up to say, “Time to get on stage.”
Since I didn’t have time to meet with our security team, I’m letting Rip take the lead tonight and am more or less just being Archer’s boyfriend tonight. He escorts us down the hall, and we meet up with the rest of the band at the stage.
“Welcome back,” Landon greets me. “I’m excited to have you in charge again and not Bossy McGrouchy Pants here.”
“I thought you liked it when he took charge?” Aria teases.
Landon blushes, and my brows shoot up once again.
“I’m clearly missing something here,” I whisper to Archer.
He smiles. “I just found out last night. I’ll explain after the show.”
The opening band comes off stage, and the crew gets to work changing out equipment and props.
“Break a leg, handsome,” I tell Archer when it’s their turn to get on the stage. “But not literally. I need you in the best shape possible for what I have planned for tonight.”
He chuckles, giving me a passionate kiss before rushing on to entertain another sold-out stadium.
I’m in awe as he sings to his fans, pouring his heart out. And, like always, watching him on stage spreads a warmth through my core. It’s something I will never tire of.
Though I am letting Rip handle things, it’s hard for me to stand down completely. Needing to ensure Archer’s safety is engraved in me and not something I’ll be able to give up entirely.
Everything goes smoothly, and it’s like a million pounds have been lifted off my chest. Still, I won’t be totally relaxed until I have him alone. So, when he steps off stage, it’s no wonder I’m practically pulling him to the waiting car. Thankfully, he doesn’t fight me, like he’s on the same wavelength as me.
“You killed it out there tonight,” I tell my boyfriend on the ride back to the hotel.
I made sure that when I planned my return, it was on a night the band was staying at a hotel. I don’t think his band would appreciate us keeping them up all night, and there is no way I will be able to keep my hands off him once we’re alone.
“So, what is going on with Aria, Landon, and Rip?” I check with Archer, knowing full well Rip can hear us from the driver’s seat.
Rip sighs. “I’m going to have to tan Landon’s ass for not being able to keep his mouth shut,” he grumbles.
“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” I ask my friend.
“The three of us are sleeping together,” he offers.
Archer shakes his head while grinning like a fool. “I think it’s more than just sleeping.”
“Did you want me to say I was fucking your sister?” Rip counters, and Archer shudders. “It’s nothing serious, is all I meant.”
“Just don’t break her heart,” Archer tells Rip in a tone I think is supposed to be menacing but isn’t fully coming across that way.
“I’m not planning on it,” Rip assures him. “We’re all on the same page that this is just fun for the time being. I’m not a relationship guy.”
“I’ve heard that one before,” Archer murmurs, looking at me with a knowing smile.
“Sometimes it’s worth getting over your insecurities and trying something even if you’re scared,” I voice.
Rip shakes his head and blows out a breath. “This is why we didn’t want people knowing. Just drop it, okay? We’re three consenting adults, and we know what we’re doing.”
Archer shrugs, so I agree to leave it too. It’s their lives, and if they want advice, they’ll ask for it. That isn’t going to stop Archer and me from gossiping about it in private, though. I’m also dying to know how Archer found out.
Arriving at Archer’s hotel room, I quickly scan the place. Old habits die hard, and once I’ve confirmed we are safe, I pull him into my arms and smash my lips to his.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I murmur against his lips and lick the seam. I thrust my hips forward, and Archer gasps with pleasure, so I push my tongue into his mouth to dance with his. I break our kiss briefly to nibble on his neck and ear, loving the way my man trembles in my arms.
“Looks like I haven’t forgotten how to drive you wild,” I note as Archer sighs and moans.
He doesn’t respond, which I was expecting, so I continue to lick and nip at his sensitive areas while unbuckling his pants, ready to have him naked now.
The moment his cock is free, I drop to my knees, taking him into my mouth and not caring that my dick is trapped in my pants. It’s been far too long since I’ve tasted my man, and I’m starving for him.
“I forgot how talented you were at that,” Archer says as he stares at me with hooded, lust-filled eyes.
“Let me remind you of all my talents,” I tell him, swallowing him down my throat.
His hands quickly find purchase in my hair, and I hum around him as I come up to the crown and swirl my tongue around it.
“As much as I want to taste your release, I’ve been desperate for you to fuck me and fill me with it instead,” I state, pulling off him with a pop.
Archer licks his lips. “Get naked, then get on the bed, sexy,” he commands. “On your back. I want to see your face when you come.”
I obey him, moving so fast to get naked that I almost trip over my pants. But I don’t let the little fumble slow me down. Like I’ve been given the superpower of speed, I’m naked and on the bed in record time.
Once I’m where he wants me, Archer joins me, also gloriously naked and with a bottle of lube in hand. My cock leaks at the sight of him. His creamy, toned abs and that defined V have me panting. I don’t think I have ever wanted a man more in my life.
“Before I stretch you and take you, I need to taste you,” he states, lowering himself to his knees.
With firm but gentle hands, he pushes my legs up, giving himself access to my waiting pucker that is dying to have him inside me. His hot, wet tongue laps at me, slowly at first, but it’s enough to have my head falling back as a needy mewl escapes from my lips.
