Still a Slut for Bennett - Part 5

Everyone in this story is 18+

I reached out, letting my hands slide over him, feeling the heat radiate through the thin fabric. But just as I leaned closer, he cleared his throat.

“Hey, uh… would it be cool if you, you know… did it under the duvet?” he asked, his voice softer, a hint of unease creeping in. “It’s just… you look like you, and it feels a bit weird. You know?”

It felt a bit degrading, but I couldn’t deny how much I loved it—loved him degrading me, letting him take control. So I pulled the duvet over my head, ready to give him exactly what he wanted. I crawled onto all fours, pressing my lips to his bulge through the fabric, feeling his hardness grow as I teased him.

Just then, I felt a cool breeze on my lower back and realized my pants had slipped down slightly, exposing a sliver of my ass crack. “Sorry,” I mumbled, reaching back to cover it.

“Wait…” he said, his voice amused. “You’re wearing a thong under your pants? You little slut! Keep it like that—it’s hot. But pull your pants down. Let me see that cute bubble butt of yours, but leave the thong on.”

Blushing, I did as he wanted, dragging my pants down to expose myself fully, positioning my ass for him. The thrill of being on display for him made me shiver, and I could tell he was enjoying every second.

With the duvet pulled over me, I pressed my mouth to his bulging cock, the heat radiating through the fabric as I kissed and sucked along his length, feeling him grow harder with each touch. I let my tongue trace the outline of his shaft, dragging it slowly, letting him feel every teasing movement. The fabric grew damp, soaking up his pre-cum and my eager saliva, clinging to the contours of him as I worked my mouth along every inch.

I moved down, slipping lower, and wrapped my lips around his balls, sucking them through the fabric, one at a time, savoring the weight and the musky warmth. I garbled around them, tasting him, relishing the way he filled my mouth. Above me, he let out a low moan, his hand pressing down on my head as he murmured, “That’s it… such a good little slut. Knew you’d love this.”

His words shot through me, and I doubled down, moving back up to his cock, finally pulling the fabric down just enough to free him. I wrapped my lips around the tip, swirling my tongue, tasting the salty pre-cum that coated him. I took him deeper, inch by inch, until I could feel him hitting the back of my throat. I relaxed, letting him in, my throat stretching as I swallowed around him, my hands gripping his thighs to steady myself.

Bennett groaned, and his hips started to move, his hands holding my head as he began to thrust, meeting my movements with his own. Each thrust was rougher, his cock filling my throat, the sounds of his low, ragged breaths and my eager slurps filling the air under the duvet. “Just like that,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. “You love being used, don’t you?”

I hummed around him, answering with the only sounds I could, the vibrations making him groan even louder. He gripped my head tighter, his thrusts becoming faster, deeper, as he took control completely, using my mouth. I could feel his body tensing, his cock throbbing, and I knew he was close. “Your ass looks so good Eli!” Bennett murmured, then continued.

“Oh, fuck—you want it? You want me to cum in that mouth of yours?” he panted, his voice rough and breathless.

“Yes, yes! Cum in my mouth, Daddy!” I begged, my voice muffled as I tightened my grip on his thighs, pulling him deeper.

I took him back into my throat, feeling the strain, the heat, the ache of him filling every inch. He groaned, his hips bucking, fingers on my head as he took control, each thrust rougher than the last. And then, with a final, shuddering gasp, he came, his release hitting the back of my throat in thick, hot pulses.

I swallowed eagerly, not letting a drop escape, feeling every surge as he filled me. Slowly, I pulled back, letting my tongue trace along his length, licking him clean, savoring every last bit like the obedient, eager slut he wanted me to be.

As I finished, I pulled the duvet back, letting in a rush of much-needed air, filling the room with the smell of him, I looked up at him, catching the steady rise and fall of his chest, his breathing still heavy. His gaze was dark, filled with satisfaction as he looked down at me.

“Thanks, babe,” he chuckled, a lazy smirk spreading across his lips.

“Shit!” I suddenly exclaimed, the realization hitting me all at once.

“What?” Bennett asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Jose and Cooper!” I whispered urgently. “Do you think they heard us?”

He shrugged, completely unbothered, leaning back against the headboard with a smirk. “I don’t know… or care, really.”

“Really?” I asked, surprised.

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “They’ve heard way worse. For all they know, they probably think you were a girl in here.” He stretched, stifling a yawn. “But I really need to crash now.”

“Okay, sure. See you tomorrow,” I said, standing up to leave.

“Wait!” he called, and I paused, turning back. “Come here,” he said, opening his arms.

I stepped closer, half-expecting him to go for a kiss, but he pulled me into a hug instead, his hold warm and relaxed. “Thanks, bro. That was… really great. See you tomorrow.”

I smiled, nodding as I turned to go.

“Eli?” he called again, stopping me at the door.

I glanced back. “Yeah?”

He smirked, pointing to the corner of his lips. “You, uh… got a cum there.”

My cheeks flushed. “I’ll wash it off.”

“Nah,” he said with a grin. “Keep it, suits you. Good night!”

I laughed, shaking my head as I slipped out.

Thinking to myself; I really was his.