I like a man who takes control in the bedroom just as much as I like to be in charge. Hopefully, when it’s my turn to fuck Bennett, he’ll be okay with me telling him what to do. So far, we are very compatible, and I love it.

  “Lube and condoms are in the nightstand drawer,” I inform him, waiting for him to join me on the bed. “But check the expiration date… it’s been a while.”

  Turning my head, I watch my sexy man strut toward me with lust-filled eyes, looking like he’s ready to eat me, and maybe he is.

  “Those can wait,” he says, crawling onto the bed like an animal on the prowl. He rubs my ass cheeks firmly with his large hands before pulling them apart, and a tingle of desperation shoots down my spine. “First, I want to get a taste of you.”

  The second the words are out of his lips, he leans down and licks me from my balls up.

  “Jesus,” I cry out, my head falling forward to rest on the blankets.

  “Fucking delicious,” he states, then dives in for another taste.

  After a few laps, he stiffens his tongue, breaching my entrance and causing me to turn into a mewling mess. I’ve never been a loud lover, but something about the way that this sexy-as-fuck bodyguard is eating my ass has me losing all control. I pant, moan, and cry out as he sucks, licks, and kisses my pucker.

  “Fuck… shit. More. God… yes. Please. Mm-hmm…”

  Every time he fucks me with his tongue, I get louder, unable to form coherent sentences but not being able to keep quiet either. Bennett is as loud as I am as he hums his appreciation, and our combined lewd soundtrack turns me on even more.

  “I love how vocal you are,” Bennett states, coming up for air.

  “I honestly never have been before. It’s you. You do this to me,” I barely get out, trying to catch my breath.

  The fire that ignites behind his eyes tells me he likes knowing his effect on me is entirely different and new. It’s primal and, dare I hope… possessive.

  He moves to open the nightstand drawer, and my heart is racing as he checks the condom box, which must still be good because he grabs one and the bottle of lube.

  “I see you’ve got a dildo in there. When did you use it last?” he asks. “I want to know how much prep you need because, after tasting that glorious hole, I’m even more desperate to be inside it.”

  His words have my cock bobbing between my legs, one hundred percent on board with him filling me as soon as possible. “It’s been a few days, but I promise I don’t need much prep. I like the burn, and I need you in me,” I plead.

  Bennett lets out a rumbly growl, and goose bumps cover my body. Holy shit, that’s hot.

  I assume he’s going to get behind me again, so when he moves toward my head, his thick and long dick hanging right in front of my face, I’m caught a little off guard.

  “I want you to suck me while I stretch you,” he states, and precum drips from the tip of my swollen cock.

  Sticking my tongue out, I take a long, slow lick of his mahogany cock, enjoying the way he groans. I swirl my tongue around the crown, and he leans over me, drizzling a dollop of lube onto my needy pucker. With the pad of his index finger, he swirls the liquid around before pushing and easily sliding inside me.

  When I cry out, he shoves his hips forward, forcing his cock into my mouth. I gag a little, but my cock drips, loving the feeling of being used.

  “You fucking like that, don’t you?” he asks, twisting his finger inside me and thrusting into my mouth again.

  I can’t say words as my mouth is too full, so I nod around him and hum my positive response. I do my best to suck and swallow as he fucks my face and stretches me at the same time, but it’s almost sensory overload, and I’m having a hard time keeping up. But with Bennett’s moaning and the salty liquid of his precum coating my tongue, I don’t think he minds that I’m not giving the best blow job I can right now.

  After one more thrust down my throat, he pulls out, and I pant for air as he rolls me onto my back, dragging me to the end of the bed and standing between my legs. With lightning speed, he sheaths himself and pours an extra dollop of lube onto his erection. He uses one of his large hands to grip his cock firmly and the other to push my leg up so he’s able to line himself up with my entrance.

  “Are you ready, hot stuff?” he asks, the tip of his cock pressing firmly against my hole.

  I nod so quickly it’s almost funny. “Please fuck me,” I beg.

  Bennett’s smirk is almost sinister, but I’m not scared.

  He starts to enter me, and we both let out low groans of pleasure. His hands are now on my thighs, and he squeezes the muscles there as he fills me.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he grunts out.

  “Ah-ah-ah” is the only thing I manage to choke out because actual words don’t form.

  It’s been so long since I’ve been stretched like this or had another person inside me, and it’s better than I remember. Maybe that’s because of the person I’m with.

  Once Bennett is seated all the way inside, he pauses and leans over me to steal a kiss. He’s not hurried as he brushes his lips against mine, licking the seam, seeking entrance. I open for him, and our tongues dance as we make out.

  He moves to trail kisses along my jaw, and when he reaches my ear, he pulls the lobe between his teeth.

  “Do you have any idea how good you feel wrapped around my cock?” he questions, his breath hot on my face. “It’s like you were made for me.” After a long, slow lick up my neck, he lifts his upper body back and runs his hands up and down my thighs. “Ready for me to fuck you so good you’ll never forget me?”

  “I think you’ve already accomplished that,” I murmur.

  With a smirk, he says, “Nah, not yet I haven’t, but I promise I’ll succeed by the time we’re done.”

  Tentatively, he pulls his hips back until he almost pops out before slamming into me hard.

  “Yes,” I yell.

  “You like it hard, don’t you?” he muses and repeats the motion.

  I whimper. “Yes. Fuck me so hard. I want to feel it for days.”

  He hums in response, then lets go, plunging into me so hard it steals the breath from my lungs. The instant I can breathe again, I throw my head back and cry out with pleasure as he uses me.

  “Fuck, you’re so hot like this,” he tells me. “Lying there mewling like a slut as I fuck you. But you’re my slut, aren’t you?”

  “I-I’m yours.”

  Damn, I love his filthy words.

  “That’s right. You’re mine, and I’m going to use this tight little fucking whore-hole of yours because it belongs to me now,” he states. He won’t find me arguing.

  He continues to thrust into me hard and fast, and it feels so good my eyes roll into the back of my head. How is he so goddamn good at fucking me?

  Spitting into the palm of his hand, he grabs my cock, stroking me in time with his movements. Each time he slides his hand up, he twists his wrist, and it’s exactly what I need and rapidly brings me to the edge.

  “I’m close,” I moan out.

  To my surprise, his hand slows and loosens, still stroking me, but not enough to get me off.

  As I meet his eyes, the question in mine must be evident because he smirks at me and winks. “Not yet. I’m not letting you come so soon. You’re mine now, and I’m claiming this little hole thoroughly before either of us is getting off. I’m not going to draw this out too long, though. Not right now. You’re not ready for that yet.

  “But one day soon, I will keep pounding you and stay buried inside you for hours on end, without stopping. I’ll use my thick cock to massage your prostate and milk you nearly dry before letting you come. I want to fuck you till you’re exhausted and limp in my arms, begging me to let you come. Then, and only then, will we both detonate.”

  Fuck, this man is hot. His words make me mewl as they drive right into my brain and cement themselves. I want what he promised more than anything. Part of me now craves to give in to him completely. To submit and give myself over to his will. It’s a feeling I’ve never had before, and it’s almost shocking how much I want it.

  It’s like Bennett is reading my mind when he whispers, “Mm… yes. I can see how much you want that too, how much it excites you. Fuck, seeing how much you want it makes my balls ache and has them rising so I can spill inside of you right now.

  “Just think, though, as much as I plan on claiming and taking you, I plan on giving to you in return. I want you to take me the same way. Fuck me, drill me, pound me, push me, and hold me down with your weight as you drive into me relentlessly. Take me however you want and claim me right back.”

  Bennett’s words are like fuel added to an already raging inferno, drawing us both so close to an explosion of epic proportions.

  A layer of sweat covers our bodies, and Bennett’s dark brows pinch together as he grunts with each thrust. Our skin smacks together loudly and is mixed with our pants and cries of pleasure as we grow ever closer to the apex.

  He tightens his hand on my cock again, instantly driving me wild and forcing me to desperately fist the sheets as I try to hold out.

  “Come for me,” Bennett commands, the fingers of his other hand digging punishingly into my upper thigh as he chases his orgasm.

  It only takes two more thrusts and tugs, and I’m exploding, covering my stomach and chest in cum. A drop even hits my chin, and I’m not sure I’ve ever released such a big load in my life.

  “Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” my man yells as my channel squeezes around him.

  He comes with a roar, his body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm, and it gives me this heady sensation of pride.

  “Holy shit,” he murmurs as he falls forward, catching himself on his forearms so as not to crush me. “I’m not sure I’ve ever come that hard.”

  I chuckle and rub his back. “I feel the exact same way.”

  He smiles, then his eyes zero in on my chin, and he licks the drop of cum away. “Fuck, you’re tasty,” he whispers before kissing me.

  He slips his tongue into my mouth, and I taste myself, which is sexy as sin, and if my cock wasn’t so spent, I’m sure it would be coming to life again.

  “Want to have a shower and then a nap?” I ask.

  He gives me a quizzical look. “You’re tired?”

  “A little, but I mainly need the rest so that I have the energy to fuck you later.”

  His eyes light up at the words, and he moves to pull out of me. I’m definitely sore and will be feeling that way for some time, but that’s exactly what I wanted.

  Bennett offers me his hand, and I take it, using his support to stand, but instead of pulling me to the bathroom, he envelops me in a hug.

  We hold each other for a while, and I love the simplicity of this intimate moment. It’s special.

  Whatever happens between Bennett and me, I won’t be forgetting this.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Bennett

  Soft music plays from the speakers as Archer and I sit in the studio, waiting for Aria and the rest of the band members to show up. We’re holding hands, and my man seems calm as a cucumber.

  Can he sense how nervous I am right now?

  We spoke with Aria early this morning after some lovely wake-up blow jobs and told her about our relationship. She was over-the-moon excited but told us we needed to tell the band. Since we are going on tour in less than two weeks, it’s important they are filled in now. Neither Archer nor I want to keep our relationship a secret, but usually, most people wait more than one day to tell all of their friends they are seeing someone. Unfortunately, we don’t have the luxury of waiting because we all will be together in close quarters soon.

  Thankfully, a rehearsal was already planned for today, so we didn’t have to call everyone over for an out-of-the-blue meeting. That would have been much more awkward.

  Aria let the band’s PR team know about the relationship in case anything got leaked, and Archer signed the paperwork Nixon sent over. We also informed him that we were now officially in a relationship.

  With all those important people aware, it’s time to talk to the band. Archer keeps assuring me everything will be fine, and I hope he’s right. I’m not sure he’ll stay with me if we don’t have the blessing of his friends.

  “How is my annoying brother and the man dating him today?” Aria asks, strutting into the studio with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

  “How am I annoying?” Archer questions, his brows pulled together in confusion.

  “The fact that you exist isn’t enough reason?” she teases.

  Archer rolls his eyes. “I’ve heard some twins eat the other one in utero. I should have done that. It would have made my life so much easier.”

  “Pshaw,” she disagrees. “Your life would be empty without me. I am sunshine and rainbows compacted into a cute and petite package. Plus, you would be utterly lost without me. You’d have no idea where you were going or what you were doing.”

  “I could hire someone else,” he counters, making his twin gasp.

  “Don’t say words like that. You’ll make me think you don’t love me anymore,” she replies in mock horror with a hand placed on her chest like his words actually wounded her.

  “You know I love you, even if you do drive me crazy,” Archer grumbles.

  Aria skips over to us and places a wet kiss on her brother’s cheek. “I love you too, you weirdo.”

  He sighs, wiping his cheek, but the smirk he’s trying to hide peaks through.

  “When are you going to tell the fam jam about your new boyfriend?” Aria asks.

  He shrugs. “I’m not sure. Isn’t it too soon to tell the family? We literally started dating yesterday. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have told anyone this early if it wasn’t for the nature of my job. Relationships deserve time to breathe before others are brought in.”

  I agree wholeheartedly with Archer, but I understand why we have to do it this way. Although the idea of telling my parents isn’t a nauseating one. It feels right, which I know is weird since we’ve only known each other for less than a week.

  “Whenever you’re ready, I’m cool with telling your family,” I assure Archer in case he’s worried I don’t want anyone else to know.

  My sexy country musician turns to me and smiles warmly. “Thanks, I’ll think about it.”

  I kiss his cheek, and the door to the studio opens.

  “The life of the party has arrived,” Landon shouts as he walks in and plops onto a couch.

  “More like the pain in my ass,” Aria murmurs.

  “What did I do this time?” he whines, sounding like a child.

  “I’m not sure yet, but I’ll figure it out soon enough,” she responds, sticking her tongue out at him.

  “Is there something going on between them?” I whisper to Archer, who lifts his shoulders with an I have no clue look.

  Brando arrives next followed by Joseph, who is only a few minutes behind.

  “Sorry I’m late,” Joseph says, looking a little disheveled. “Shit kind of hit the fan between Amy and me last night. I slept in my car, so sorry if I stink.”

  “Why didn’t you call one of us?” Brando asks.

  “I didn’t want to be a bother. But I am in need of a couch to crash on for a couple of nights if someone doesn’t mind. Even though we’re fighting, it doesn’t feel right to kick Amy to the curb. I told her she has a week to get everything sorted out and her shit gone. I was thinking about giving her longer, but I’m scared she’ll change the locks while we are gone on tour, and I don’t need that headache.”

  “I told you she had crazy eyes,” Landon mutters.

  Aria smacks him upside the head. “Be nice,” she scolds him.

  “You can stay at my place as long as you need,” Brando offers. “And no need to sleep on the couch. I’ve got plenty of spare bedrooms.”

  Joseph smiles at his friend. “Thanks, man, I appreciate it.”

  “Before we get rehearsal started, I wanted to say something,” Archer announces once everything is sorted out between Joseph and Brando. “Things are very new, but since we’ll all be on tour together, I wanted you to be aware that Bennett and I are dating.”

  Nobody says anything at first, and the silence is almost deafening. When looks are shared between the band members, my stomach rolls.

  What is going on?

  Brando finally smiles after a few seconds pass, which would probably ease my worries if it wasn’t for how grumpy Joseph and Landon appear. The two men stand, and I’m not sure what is about to happen, but my guard is up. They reach for their wallets instead of walking toward Archer and me, leaving me even more confused.

  What the hell is going on?

  They hand Brando a hundred-dollar bill each, and Archer gasps. “Did you bet on us?” he shouts.

  Brando laughs. “Yep, but in a good way. When we met Bennett the other day, we saw something between you two, so we bet on when you would get together. My bet was within the week, so these assholes have to pay up.”

  “I thought it would be while we were on tour,” Joseph admits.

  “I figured it would be at least a couple of months,” Landon tells us.

  “You’re not upset?” I question, and they all shake their heads.

  “Nah, you seem like a cool guy. But if you hurt him, we will have to kill you,” Brando says, and the rest of the guys nod in solidarity.

  “I’d expect nothing less, but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I hurt Archer,” I reply, looking at my man as I speak. “He’s too special.”

  He blushes at my words and playfully shoves my shoulder. “Okay, with that out of the way, let’s rehearse.”

  I sit back with a smile and take in the free concert.

  Refusing to let my fears hold me back anymore, I find myself, dare I say, happy.

  It can only get better from here, right?

  Chapter Sixteen

  Archer

  Bennett and I are curled up on my couch, half asleep, when a random thought pops into my head. “What do you think about getting tested?” I ask.

 

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