Bennett: an m/m bodyguard romance (Hunter Security), page 9
Bennett moves me so we are face to face, staring intently into my eyes. “You want to go bare?” he questions, and my face heats as I dip my chin.
I’m not sure why I’m embarrassed all of a sudden. It’s not like we haven’t fucked already, but this is a whole different step, and we only recently started our relationship.
“I know it’s fast, but I don’t want barriers between us. I’ll be honest. I’ve been bare with one partner in the past, but it’s been a long time, and I want to experience that connection with you. But of course, only if you want that too,” I add on quickly so he hopefully doesn’t feel pressured. “If you do want that, I would love for us to get tested together. I’m already on PrEP, but I also want to prove to you that I’m negative.”
Bennett presses his lips to mine for a slow, passionate kiss. When we break for air, there is a content smile on his lips. “I trust you, but I’d love to get tested. I’m also on PrEP, but I’ve never been bare with anyone.”
“We can wait if you aren’t ready. This is a big step, and we only made things official yesterday.”
Bennett shakes his head and kisses my nose, which is entirely too sweet, but I love it. “I want this with you,” he assures me. “Yes, it’s fast, but it feels right.”
I love that we are on the same page, and I don’t want to wait, so I pull out my phone and find us a clinic to get tested today. “We’ve got one hour to get ready. “Want to shower with me?” I ask, waggling my brows suggestively.
“I’ll grab the condoms and meet you in the bathroom,” he replies.
A shiver of anticipation flows through my body, and I race to the bathroom, the deep timbre of Bennett’s laughter echoing behind me.
Our shower takes a lot longer than it would if we were showering alone, but this is much more fun.
When we finally get out, we head to the clinic.
This excited energy runs over my skin while my blood is being taken. I’m over the moon to take this next step with this man.
“Please tell me you’re not leaving tonight,” I plead when we return to my house.
We were promised to have our results within twenty-four hours, and even though I’m confident we will both have completely negative results, I still can’t wait to present them to Bennett.
“If you want me here, there is nowhere else I’d rather be,” he assures me, pulling me into his arms for a sweet embrace.
I rest my head against his chest, my lips turned up, and this feeling of contentment washes over me. “I want you here.”
He holds me silently, and I listen to the beating of his heart. How is it that I feel so at ease with him so quickly? But I refuse to second-guess things. Yes, it’s fast, but why must there be a specific timeline for things to feel right? Some people are together for years, and they break up, so time really means nothing.
“Want to cuddle in bed?” I question, my eyelids growing heavy.
“Absolutely,” he replies, letting me go but grabbing my hand as we make our way to my bedroom.
I already don’t want to let him go, which should be scary but feels right.
Over the next few days, we spend as much time together as possible. We probably would have even if we weren’t in a relationship, but it’s different now that he’s more than my bodyguard.
He holds my hand when I meet with my band and shares secret looks with me as I go for costume fittings. Every night, we fall asleep in each other’s arms, except for one, and I missed him like crazy that night.
We’ve fallen into an easy routine, and I can’t see my life without Bennett, which is insane. We’ve only been together a week now, but nothing has ever felt more right, and I refuse to overthink it. I’m loving getting to know my boyfriend and growing this new relationship.
Tonight, we are having dinner with my family, and it’s obvious he’s nervous.
“Are you sure they are going to be cool with this?” he asks me for the hundredth time as he parks in front of their house.
“They already love you. I promise they are going to be fine with our relationship,” I assure him.
“Whose vehicle is that?” he questions, pointing to a car in front of us that I’ve never seen.
There haven’t been any new letters from my supposed stalker, and no one has been seen on my property, so I have taken it as a positive. But now, with Bennett on edge and an unknown vehicle at my parents’ house, I’m a little anxious.
“I don’t know. Maybe someone is visiting a neighbor,” I point out, hopeful, but Bennett doesn’t take his eyes off the car.
“Don’t move,” he tells me firmly as he grabs his phone and calls Aria on speaker.
“Why are you two sitting in the car and not coming inside?” she asks when she answers the phone.
I look at the big front windows of my parents’ house, and I spot her spying on us.
“Do you recognize the vehicle parked in front of us?” Bennett checks with her.
She giggles. “Yes, but it’s a surprise, so hurry up and get in here.”
The line goes quiet, and Bennett shakes his head. “I don’t love surprises,” he grumbles.
I reach over to grab his hand. “Come on,” I encourage him. “I’m sure it’s nothing crazy, and now you know the car isn’t anything to be worried about.”
He gets out of the vehicle and walks with me up the stone path, his hand in mine, and this moment is fucking perfect.
How is it that within less than two weeks of knowing someone, a person can already picture spending forever with them? That’s how I feel about Bennett.
“This is an interesting development,” Dad says when we walk through the door, still holding hands.
“Is that good or bad?” Bennett whispers to me.
“So far, good, but time will tell,” Dad replies. “Chantel,” he yells into the kitchen. “Archer brought a boyfriend with him.”
The quick clicking of crutches alerts us that my mom is on her way. “He has a boyfriend?” she calls out, and when she finally gets to us, she gasps, but a smile slowly spreads across her face. “Oh, this makes me happy. Come on in. We have someone for you to meet.”
My brows pull together because I have no idea what she’s talking about.
Who is here?
Is that what the surprise is?
We follow my parents into the kitchen, where all my siblings are visiting. I gasp when my eyes land on my baby sister, and I rush to her, pulling her into my arms.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I ask Stefanie, squeezing her tightly.
“My costar broke his leg. The crew needs to figure out how to pivot, so we all got a week off. Figured I’d come back and visit the family,” she says. “What’s this I hear about a boyfriend?”
I take a step back, grabbing Bennett’s hand and smiling wide. “Stefanie, this is Bennett, my bodyguard and boyfriend. Bennett, this is my younger sister, Stefanie.”
“Bodyguard and boyfriend?” she questions, but she winks before Bennett can think she’s serious. “Nice.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Bennett says, reaching his hand out to her, but she slaps it away.
“We’re huggers in this family,” she tells him, pulling him in for a hug. “I might be the youngest girl in this family, but if you hurt my big brother, I will cut your dick off, shove it down your throat, and laugh as I watch you die.” Her words are quiet but loud enough for me to hear. “Now, who’s ready to eat? Mom made lasagna,” she announces with a giant grin when she steps back.
“Your sister is kind of scary,” Bennett whispers to me.
“Totally, but in the best way,” I reply, and he chuckles.
“I love when people are protective over those who deserve it,” he states, and that’s my family to a T. We stand up for each other and would never let someone get away with hurting one of our own.
We all sit down at the table and pass the food around, chatting lively as Stefanie fills us in on all the gossip from the show she’s been working on.
“Mind if I steal your boyfriend for a minute?” Dad asks once we’ve finished eating.
“Stefanie already gave him the if you hurt him, I’ll kill you speech,” I inform him, and he laughs.
“I figured as much, but I’d like to talk to Bennett alone if that’s okay.”
I look to my sexy bodyguard, and he shrugs. “I’ll be fine. I don’t mind talking with your dad.” He kisses my temple and stands to follow Dad outside to the back porch.
I’m dying to know what they are going to talk about, but I respect them both too much to eavesdrop. Instead, I hang out with my siblings in the living room, catching up.
My dad and Bennett spend a long while talking, and when they finally come back inside, I’m dying to grill him on what my dad had to say, but now isn’t the time for that. It will have to wait for the drive home.
Bennett sits next to me and puts his arm around my shoulder in a comfortable and relaxed manner, and almost instinctively, I lean into him, loving that we can be like this in front of my family. It’s amazing how at ease he is, and that makes me beyond happy. My family is my life, and I don’t know what I would do if things were awkward between them and my new boyfriend. Thankfully, I don’t have to find out.
After several hours of visiting, it’s time for us to leave.
“Don’t be a stranger,” Mom says, hugging Bennett and me. “Either of you,” she adds, staring directly at Bennett with those words.
“We won’t,” I assure her before embracing my siblings. “Am I going to see you again before my tour?” I ask Stefanie.
“I’ll make sure we do,” she promises and gives me a sloppy kiss on my cheek before whispering in my ear. “I really like how happy you seem right now.”
I wave her off and roll my eyes, but she isn’t wrong. Bennett has brought a new sort of joy into my life, something I never want to lose.
The goodbyes drag on, but eventually, Bennett and I escape.
“My dad didn’t scare you off, did he?” I ask when we’re in the comfort of his SUV.
Bennett chuckles and shakes his head. “Not at all,” he assures me. “Almost the opposite.”
I quirk a brow. “Care to elaborate?”
“Nope,” he says with that perfect smile I’m growing to love plastered on his lips. “Not today.”
I pout, which only results in a boisterous laugh from the man quickly taking up a permanent space in my heart.
“Didn’t think it was possible for a man your size to look so cute, but here you are looking adorable with that pout,” he teases, and I roll my eyes, which has Bennett laughing harder.
“Your dad is a good man, and I love how protective he is of your family. Let’s just leave it at that for now, okay?”
I nod, reaching over the console to hold his hand while he drives me home.
“Are you staying the night?” I ask as he parks in front of my door.
There has only been one night this week that Bennett hasn’t stayed, and I missed his warm body against mine.
“I could be persuaded to stay,” he replies with almost a purr.
The corners of my lips turn up, and I run my fingers over his shoulder. “What’s a boy gotta do to make his sexy bodyguard stay?”
“Breed me,” he offers, but it’s more like a plea.
My hand freezes on his shoulder, and my cock goes hard.
Our test results came back the day after we got tested, but we’ve still been using condoms. I think we were both nervous to bring up the conversation. It’s a huge step to go bare with a partner, and we’ve only been together a week, but the time doesn’t really matter to me. I have more trust in Bennett than I did in my last boyfriend, who I was with for over a year. The saying when you know, you know rings true here. I know I want to lose the condoms and feel all of Bennett.
“Are you sure?” I ask, needing to clarify. This isn’t something I want to assume.
He nods, leaning over to kiss me. His full lips are soft and controlling as the kiss turns from gentle to all-consuming in the blink of an eye. I moan into his mouth, and his tongue dives in, dancing with mine as we make out in the car. Heavy panting, wet smacking of lips, and needy mewls fill the small space and have my cock leaking in my underwear, desperate for more.
“Need… you... inside… now,” I say between kisses since Bennett won’t let up for me to get more than one word out at a time, which I secretly love.
With a nip to my lip, Bennett finally backs up, staring at me with lust-filled eyes.
“You look so hot with kiss-swollen lips,” he tells me, running the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip.
He grinds his teeth, growling as he opens the car door like it’s taking all of his strength not to kiss me again. “Let’s go so you can fuck me.”
My cock pushes painfully against the confines of my clothes, and I race to get out of the car and into my house as fast as possible. Neither of us wants to wait for the bedroom, so the instant the door is shut behind us, our mouths crash together, and I push Bennett up against the wall.
One thing I’ve really enjoyed about being with this man is that he could so easily overpower me, and at times, he does, but he also lets me take control when I want it. I also love it when he doesn’t easily give in, and we fight for power. It’s so fucking hot.
As we kiss, we frantically strip out of our clothes, desperate to be skin to skin.
“I love how much you leak,” Bennett notes once I’m naked, grabbing my cock and smearing the precum around as he strokes me.
My head falls back, and a deep moan slips past my lips. “Imagine how good it’s going to feel inside you without any barriers,” I tell him, and he licks his lips like the thought alone is making him hungry for it.
“Can’t wait.”
“Couch, now,” I demand, grabbing his hand to lead him to the side table, where a bottle of lube is so we don’t have to climb the stairs to my bedroom. “Kneel,” I instruct, gesturing to the couch, and he obeys instantly.
Bennett’s knees are on the loveseat’s cushions, and his arms are on the back. It has his ass sticking out in the most ideal position.
I run a hand up his perfectly toned back, loving how his muscles twitch and noticing how his warm brown skin contrasts with my paleness.
“You’re so hot,” I tell him, squirting lube onto my fingers. I warm it up before pressing a finger to his pucker and circling it. Then, leaning over his body as I tease his hole, I lick his ear, and he turns his face for me so I can steal a kiss.
Our tongues move together, and I push my finger inside him, loving the needy moan that escapes his lips.
“Sooo f-fucking goood,” he cries out, and I twist the digit in him, searching for his pleasure spot. And when he shouts, his back bowing, I’m certain I found it and use that moment to slide in a second finger.
“Your fingers feel sooo good,” he moans out. “But I want your cock.”
I snicker. “Maybe I want to make you come like this?” I tease, pushing against his prostate again, massaging it this time.
Bennett pants, his cock twitching between his legs.
“P-please,” he begs, and this warm feeling of pride takes over my body.
The big, strong bodyguard who oozes control and command is begging for my cock right now. It’s a heady feeling I cherish.
“Please, what?” I ask, gently pushing in a third finger.
“Fuuuck,” he breathes out.
The smirk on my face never leaves as I stretch his needy hole.
“Pl-please get inside me. I… I need your cock in me. I w-want you to fill me with your cum.” His pleading has my cock leaking even more, and there is no way I can hold off any longer.
“Since you asked so nicely,” I reply, tenderly sliding my fingers out.
Bennett lets out a little whimper, and I can’t help but chuckle. “Don’t worry, baby, you won’t be empty for long,” I assure him, pouring more lube onto my cock and lining up behind him. “Ready?”
He nods rapidly, his head almost bouncing off the couch.
I snicker a little, but it morphs into a groan when I push my hips forward and start to enter him. His channel is so fucking tight it’s choking my cock and causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head. Taking a deep breath and blowing it out slowly, I try to stop myself from blowing my load prematurely. How is it that removing the thinnest barrier makes all the difference? I can feel everything. It’s almost too much.
With steady pressure, I keep pushing forward until my balls are pressed firmly against his body, then I pause. Bennett is panting heavily, resting his head against the couch, his back rising and falling with his breaths.
“Are you okay?” I check.
“You… feel… so… good,” he tells me between breaths.
I smile, leaning down to kiss him. “So do you, hot stuff,” I whisper against his lips.
Kissing him like a starved man, I give us both time to adjust.
“I need you to fuck me now,” he pleads when I nibble along his jaw and pull his earlobe between my teeth.
I grin, licking the lobe before straightening and gripping his hips firmly.
“With fucking pleasure.” I pull my hips away, then slam forward, driving into him hard.
Bennett cries out in bliss, his head falling back. I take that opportunity to wrap my hand around his throat, pulling him to me again so his back is resting against my chest.
“You were made for me, weren’t you?” I growl into his ear, snapping my hips forward and backward at a rapid speed.
“Y-yes.”
I turn his face toward mine and devour his lips, fucking him with all I’ve got. His moans and cries are swallowed down and muffled by my kiss, leaving only the smacking of our skin coming together to fill the room. A thin layer of sweat covers our bodies, and I’m almost positive Bennett can feel the rapid beating of my heart against his back.
“Spit,” I command, letting go of his throat and holding my palm up to his mouth.
He does as he’s told, and I lower my hand to his perfect dick. With my other hand, I press in between his shoulder blades, and he braces himself on the couch again.
