Still a Slut for Bennett - Part 12

Everyone in this story is 18+

“I am disgusted.” Bennett ran a hand through his hair, his voice breaking slightly as he continued, “But… by myself. Not by you.” His eyes finally met mine, raw and unguarded in a way I’d never seen before. “I’m disgusted by how I treated you. You’re my best friend. You’re not just some plaything to me.”

He stepped closer, his movements hesitant but deliberate, his voice wavering. “And yeah, it’s kinda hot when you dress up. But that’s not what this is about. It’s not really about that.” He hesitated, his jaw tightening. “When I was with Jasmine… I couldn’t even get it up. She’s gorgeous, and she was in the mood, but all I could think about was you.”

The words hit me like a punch to the chest, leaving me breathless. He ran his hand through his hair again, looking lost and unsure.

“And just now,” he said, his voice quieter, “I was hard. Just for you. No makeup, no wig—just you. I think I asked about the panties to keep convincing myself this was just fun, nothing serious. But it’s not anymore. It hasn’t been for a while.” His gaze locked on mine, unwavering. “It’s serious. And seeing you like this… I hate it. I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”

I stood frozen, my anger softening into confusion, my heart pounding as each word unraveled the wall I’d been trying to build between us. He took another step closer, his presence overwhelming but not unwelcome.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice shaking. “I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to be just best friends anymore.” He swallowed hard, his words tumbling out in a rush. “I want us to be boyfriends… and best friends.”

The weight of his words sank into me, and before I could stop myself, the tears started to fall. I tried to wipe them away quickly, embarrassed, but the emotion was too overwhelming. This—this moment—was everything I’d wanted for years, but never thought I’d actually have.

“Hey,” Bennett said softly, stepping even closer. His hands hovered for a moment, like he wasn’t sure if he should touch me, but then he cupped my face gently, his thumbs brushing away the tears. “Don’t cry, Eli.”

I let out a shaky laugh through the tears, my voice breaking. “I’m not crying,” I lied, sniffling. “I’m just—just really happy.”

His lips curved into a small smile, one that reached his eyes. “So… is that a yes?”

I nodded, laughing again as more tears fell. “Yes. Of course, yes. I’ve wanted this… I’ve wanted you for so long. I thought you’d never see me the same way.”

Bennett’s smile grew, and he let out a small, almost relieved chuckle. “Yeah, I kinda figured,” he said, his tone teasing but gentle. “I mean, you’re not exactly subtle, Eli. But… I needed time. Time to figure my own shit out. And you gave me that. Even when it probably hurt.”

I swallowed hard, nodding as my emotions swirled. “I thought I was being slick about it, as usual. But I didn’t want to lose you. That’s all that mattered to me.”

Bennett stepped closer, his arms slipping around my waist and pulling me into a tight hug. His chin rested on top of my head, and I melted into him, feeling safe and whole in a way I hadn’t in years. “Eli, you’re about as slick as a desert,” he murmured, the warmth in his voice making me smile through the tears. “But you never lost me. And now? You’ve got me completely.”

Bennett’s arms tightened further around me, his warmth seeping into my skin. For a moment, we just stayed there, holding each other. His hand moved gently up my back, his thumb brushing the nape of my neck. The tenderness of it sent a shiver down my spine.

I pulled back slightly to look at him, our faces close enough that I could feel his breath on my lips. His eyes searched mine, filled with something deeper than I’d ever seen before. Slowly, almost cautiously, his hand came up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing away the lingering tears.

“Bennett, I want you.” I murmured.

“Eli,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, “I want this too. I want you.”

I leaned in, closing the space between us. Our lips met, and the kiss was soft at first, hesitant, as if testing the waters. But then his hand moved to the back of my head, pulling me closer, and the kiss deepened.

My heart pounded as his lips parted, his tongue brushing against mine. It was unreal, the way he kissed me—hungry, but still controlled, like he was savoring every moment. I clung to him, my hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer.

Bennett broke the kiss briefly, his forehead resting against mine as we both caught our breath. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low and filled with concern.

I nodded, my voice steady despite the rush of emotions. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

His lips crashed against mine again, and this time there was no hesitation. His hands roamed, sliding under my t-shirt, the warmth of his palms against my skin making me gasp. My own hands found their way to the hem of his t-shirt, tugging it upward. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull it off, revealing the toned lines of his chest and shoulders.

I let my fingers trail down his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles, the rapid beat of his heart under my palm. His hands found my waist, tugging at the waistband of my boxers, and I let him pull it off, leaving me bare to him.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes roaming over me like he couldn’t believe I was real.

Bennett’s hands slid to my hips, and with an ease that made me breathless, he gently lifted me, carrying me to the bed. I clung to him, my arms draped over his shoulders, our lips locked in a heated kiss. As he laid me down, his kisses trailed from my lips to my jawline, then down my neck. Each press of his lips felt like he worshipped me.

He moved lower, his lips brushing against my collarbone, his hands roaming over my body with a mix of care and hunger. I arched slightly as his mouth found my chest, then my stomach, the soft graze of his teeth making my breath hitch.

My erection was aching for his touch, and he froze, staring at me with wide eyes, his expression somewhere between awe and disbelief.

“God, Eli,” he murmured, his voice husky. “You’re… perfect.”

I felt my cheeks flush under his gaze, but there was no time to dwell on it before his lips pressed against the base of my shaft. He kissed his way up, slow and deliberate, as if committing every inch of me to memory. By the time he reached the tip, I was already panting, my hands clutching the sheets.

He looked up at me, his eyes meeting mine, and the intensity there made my stomach flip. Then he leaned in, his lips wrapping around me as he took all of me into his mouth. He moved slowly at first, his tongue exploring with curious flicks. It was clear he didn’t have much experience, but what he lacked in technique, he more than made up for in enthusiasm.

His hands gripped my thighs, holding me steady as he bobbed his head, his movements growing bolder with each pass. I couldn’t help but let out a low moan, my hand tangling in his hair, guiding him gently. The feeling of his warm mouth, the slight scrape of his teeth when he misjudged the angle, the way he adjusted every time—it was intoxicating, because it was him.

“Bennett,” I gasped, my voice barely more than a whisper. He hummed in response, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through me. My hips bucked slightly, and he adjusted, taking more of me in, his determination evident.

Every touch, every awkward adjustment, every eager movement—it was him. And it was everything I’d ever wanted.

“Bennett, if you keep going, I’m gonna—!” I cried out, desperate to hold on, not wanting it to end just yet.

Bennett pulled back, his lips glistening, his breath ragged as he knelt between my legs. His hands roamed over my thighs, squeezing gently as his eyes locked with mine. “Eli,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with emotion, “I need you.”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding as I nodded. “I’m yours.”

That was all the permission he needed. He reached for the bedside drawer, fumbling briefly before pulling out the lube. His hands were steady, his movements deliberate as he slicked himself up. I watched, my body trembling with anticipation, the weight of his gaze pinning me in place.

I arched beneath him, the sensation overwhelming. “I can turn around if it’s too much,” I offered, my voice trembling.

He froze, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. His gaze was fiery, his expression fierce. “Fuck that,” he said, his voice raw with emotion. “I want to see you.”

The words sent a shiver through me, and I cupped his face, pulling him down for another kiss as he began to position himself between my legs, leaning down to kiss me deeply, his lips claiming mine as he lined himself up. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft but edged with need.

“Yes,” I whispered, my hands gripping his shoulders. “Please.”

Slowly, he pushed forward, his body tensing as he entered me. I gasped, the stretch intense but welcome, and he paused, his forehead pressing against mine. “You’re so tight,” he murmured, his voice strained. “So perfect.”

He moved slowly at first, his hips rolling in steady, deliberate motions as he let me adjust. My hands slid down his back, gripping him, pulling him closer. He buried his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin, his groans low and passionate.

His hand slid between us, wrapping around my dick, stroking me in time with his movements. “I want you to feel everything,” he murmured, his lips brushing against mine.

The combination was too much. Pleasure coursed through me, building with every thrust, every stroke. I clung to him, our bodies moving together in perfect rhythm, the intimacy of it making my chest ache. His name spilled from my lips, over and over, as the pressure built to an unbearable peak.

“I’m close,” I gasped, my voice breaking.

“Me too,” he groaned, his hips slamming into me, his strokes on my dick growing faster, firmer. “Cum for me, Eli.”

That was all it took. My body tensed, and I cried out, my cum spilling between us, coating us both, as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He followed moments later, his movements faltering as he buried himself deeper inside me, his groan muffled against my neck.

The tension in his body reached its peak, his muscles quivering under my touch. His thrusts faltered, turning uneven as his grip on me tightened. “I’m close,” he rasped, his voice breaking with raw need. “Eli, I’m so close.”

I clung to him, my legs wrapping around his waist as I pulled him even closer. “Do it,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Claim me, Bennett. Make me yours.”

His gaze locked with mine, intense and unwavering, as his final thrust drove him as deep as he could go. His entire body stiffened, a guttural moan escaping him as he let go. “Fuck, Eli!” he cried, his voice rough and thick with emotion. I felt it then—the hot, pulsing and warmth of his essence spilling into me, each surge making my body tremble in response.

He held me tightly, his face burying against my neck as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. His breathing came in broken gasps, and I could feel every spasm of his body as he emptied himself into me, claiming me completely, irrevocably. Each pulse carried a weight, a promise that neither of us needed to say aloud: we belonged to each other.

As his release slowed, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he stayed buried inside me, his lips pressing against my neck, then my jaw, then my lips in soft, tender kisses. His arms wrapped around me, his weight grounding me as we both caught our breath.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice shaky but resolute. “I mean it, Eli. Forever.”

I smiled, my fingers brushing through his hair as I looked into his eyes. “And you’re mine,” I whispered back, my heart full as I held him close.