Still a Slut for Bennett - Part 15

Hey everyone! Have you missed Bennett and Eli? I know I have! As the winner of the poll, I’m excited to share an update on their lives—picking up the very next morning after their Christmas celebration.

Everyone in this story is 18+

I woke up feeling safe and warm—like a human furnace was wrapped around me. Bennett’s arms were still draped over my waist, one leg thrown lazily over mine, keeping me close like he was afraid I’d disappear overnight. The soft glow of the Christmas lights we forgot to turn off made everything feel hazy and golden.

I shifted slightly, feeling the pleasant soreness from last night. His cum was probably still inside me—again. Where it belonged.

Bennett stirred behind me, his lips brushing against my bare shoulder. “Mmm… morning,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. His hand skimmed down my stomach, fingers lightly trailing over my skin before settling confortably between my thighs.

“You always wake up like this?” I teased, pressing my ass back against him, feeling his morning wood nudging against me.

Bennett let out a groggy chuckle. “Only when I wake up next to you.”

“That’s not true,” I teased, running a hand down his chest.

He smirked, pulling me closer. “No, but I’m definitely harder when you’re next to me.”

I rolled my eyes, but his lips were on mine before I could come up with a comeback, stealing my breath—and the last of my restraint.

As we broke the kiss, his blue eyes still half-lidded with sleep, but there was already a familiar heat in them. His fingers traced my jaw before pulling me in for a slow, lazy kiss. It was different from the desperate ones last night—this one was unhurried, deep, like he wanted to savor every second.

I kissed him back, my fingers threading through his messy hair, tugging slightly just to hear him groan into my mouth. My body reacted instantly, a slow burn spreading between my legs as I pressed myself against him.

Bennett smirked, breaking the kiss just enough to murmur against my lips, “Last night was fucking amazing.” His hand slid down my back, squeezing my ass possessively. “I kinda wanna make it a Christmas tradition.”

I laughed breathlessly, but something inside me tightened. I wanted more. I wanted everything. And I wanted to give him something I never had before.

Before I could second-guess myself, I straddled him, pressing him down against the bed.

Bennett raised an eyebrow, his hands automatically finding my hips. “Oh? Taking charge today?”

I leaned down, kissing him again, slow and teasing, grinding my hips against his just enough to make him curse under his breath. “I want to try something,” I murmured against his lips.

His grip on my waist tightened slightly. “Yeah?” His voice was rough, expectant.

I swallowed, suddenly nervous, but the way he looked at me—like he wanted me to do anything, everything to him—made my decision easy. “I want to top,” I admitted, my voice hushed but firm.

Bennett blinked, then his smirk turned into something softer. “You wanna fuck me?” His voice was teasing, but the way his cock twitched between us told me he was definitely into the idea.

I nodded, my pulse hammering. “Yeah.”

For a moment, he just stared at me, like he was seeing me in a new light. Then, to my relief, his grin widened. “Fuck yeah,” he muttered, pulling me down for another kiss. “Take your time, babe. I’m all yours.”

The way he said it—completely open, completely trusting—made my chest tighten with something more than just lust.

I reached for the lube in the bedside drawer, my hands steady despite the anticipation thrumming through me. Positioning myself between his thighs, I slid a pillow under his hips, propping him up just right. With a slow breath, I slicked up my fingers, letting them trail down his ass, teasing the sensitive skin between his cheeks. His breath hitched as I pressed one inside, moving carefully, watching the way his body reacted to my touch.

Bennett let out a shaky breath, his fingers digging into my thighs. “Fuck, that’s… different.”

I smirked. “Good different?”

His eyes darkened as he exhaled heavily. “Really good different.”

I took my time preparing him, watching as his body relaxed, his cock still rock-hard against his stomach. His head tipped back slightly, eyes fluttering shut as I added another finger, stretching him open. The sight alone nearly sent me over the edge.

When I was sure he was ready, I slicked myself up, lining up carefully. “You okay?” I asked, my voice a little unsteady.

Bennett opened his eyes, staring at me with something intense, something unreadable. Then he grinned. “Fuck yeah. Do it.”

I positioned myself so we lay face to face, our breaths mingling as I captured his lips in a slow, lingering kiss. As I lined myself up with his entrance, my heart pounded, anticipation curling hot in my stomach. Then, slowly, I pushed in, my breath catching at the tightness, the overwhelming heat of him.

Bennett inhaled sharply, his hands flying to my waist, fingers digging in as I stretched him inch by inch. His eyes fluttered shut, his lips parting with a load moan that sent a rush of need for him straight through me.

“Shit, Eli,” he groaned, his voice wrecked, his face flushed as I bottomed out inside him.

I stayed still for a moment, letting both of us adjust, but the way his body clenched around me, the way he looked up at me like he needed this, was almost too much.

I started moving, slowly at first, watching the way his breath stuttered, the way his lips parted as a deep moan escaped him. His hands guided my hips, urging me to go faster, deeper.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I breathed, leaning down to kiss him again.

Bennett moaned into my mouth, his hips moving up to meet mine, his fingers digging into my ass. “Harder,” he rasped. “Fuck me, Eli.”

That was all it took. I snapped my hips harder, finding a rhythm that had him gasping, his cock leaking between us. His head tipped back, exposing the flushed column of his throat, his body writhing beneath mine.

I reached between us, wrapping my fingers around his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts.

“Shit—fuck—I’m so close,” Bennett gasped, his thighs trembling.

“Me too,” I groaned, my movements growing desperate, chasing the high that was building between us.

And then—just as we were both on the edge—

I could feel Bennett getting closer—his body tightening, his breath turning ragged as I kept my rhythm steady, deep, relentless. His fingers dug into my waist, his moans turning into breathless curses as he teetered on the edge.

“Eli—fuck, I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” I panted, my own orgasm building fast. “Cum for me, babe.”

BANG. BANG. BANG.

“Merry Christmas, lovebirds!” Cooper’s voice rang out from the hallway, dripping with amusement. Jose’s laughter followed right behind him. “You guys opening presents or each other in there?”

Bennett groaned loudly, dropping his head back against the pillows. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Fuck off, Cooper!” I shouted, still breathless, my forehead pressed against Bennett’s chest.

“Oh no, by all means, finish!” Cooper continued, barely holding back his laughter. “We’re just waiting for breakfast. But no rush!”

“Just try not to traumatize us, yeah?” Jose added, snickering.

“Focus on this, on us,” I whispered as I looked into Bennett’s blue eyes.

With a choked moan, Bennett’s body tensed beneath me, his cock pulsing between us as his dick ejected cum, hot and thick across our stomachs. The sight of him coming undone—his head thrown back, lips parted, muscles quivering—was enough to push me over the edge.

I groaned as I buried myself deep inside him one last time, almost shaking as I came, filling him completely with my love juices. My body trembled, pleasure rolling over me in waves, my vision hazy as I collapsed against him, our sweat-slicked bodies pressed together.

And then— A slow, mocking applause followed.

I groaned, burying my face in Bennett’s neck, still tingling from the aftershocks.

“I hate them,” he muttered, his voice vibrating against my skin.

I chuckled, tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “You love them.”

Bennett sighed, running a hand through his damp hair before pulling me down for a slow, lingering kiss. “I love you.”

I froze for half a second before grinning against his lips. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he murmured, kissing me again. “You are so beautiful.”

I melted into him, kissing him deep and slow, savoring the warmth between us.

Another loud knock.

“Hurry the fuck up! At least let us take a cute Christmas morning couple photo—”

Bennett groaned, rolling his eyes. “We should’ve spent Christmas at your sister’s.”

I just laughed, curling into him, feeling the warmth of his arms around me, the way he held me like he never wanted to let go.

Then, after a few moments of silence, he spoke again, voice softer.

“Hey… move in with me.”

I blinked, caught off guard. “Bennett… we already live together?”

He smirked, kissing the corner of my mouth. “Into my room, silly.”

I pulled back slightly, searching his face, finding nothing but sincerity—and that same goofy confidence that had always been there. My chest ached in the best way possible.

I smiled. “Yeah,” I said, pressing my lips to his. “I’d love that.”

Outside, Cooper let out an exaggerated aww, clearly still listening in. “Okay, now you guys are cute.”

Bennett groaned, shoving his face into my shoulder. “I swear to God—”

I just laughed, kissing him again.

Yeah. This was the best Christmas ever.