Lost and Found (Twist of Fate #1)(27)

I tried not to think of Aiden or how this would confirm Bennett was a cheater. Or whether the kids could walk up and catch us. It was just the two of us, trying to get inside each other’s skin the way I’d always wanted. He was finally going to be mine. Even if it was just for a few fucking minutes, he was mine. And I was going to make this moment so good for him that every time he felt Aiden’s hands on him, his flesh inside him, it would be me who was there in his mind.

The feel of his smooth skin under my palms was setting every nerve ending on fire, and I felt like I wasn’t going to be able to keep my hands still enough to prep him properly. The lube packet almost jumped out of my hands as I brought it to my mouth to tear open with my teeth.

After squeezing some onto my fingers and then my cock, I sent up a prayer that Bennett was somehow naturally pliant and wouldn’t require much prep. Because regardless of how much he needed, he was getting about next to zero. I was just too far gone to give him anything more.

I slid a cool, slick finger into his hole and groaned, dropping my forehead onto his shoulder as I felt the tight squeeze of his ass pulsing around my digit. Holy mother of god, Bennett’s body was absolute heaven.

My Bennett.

“Stop fucking around and get in there,” Bennett gasped, reaching around with his hand to grab the wrist of the hand I was currently fucking him with.

“Shhhh,” I whispered into his ear. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You won’t. I promise. Please, Xander. Please.”

His pleas made my cock jump up against my abdomen and I had to grab the base of it to keep from shooting too soon and wasting the goddamned condom.

“Baby, stop begging me or I’m going to come before I even have a chance to get inside you,” I warned in a low voice.

“I’m ready,” he said and then he was pulling my fingers from his ass and searching out my cock. The feel of his fingers surrounding me had me ready to blow, so I knocked his hand away and grabbed my dick and put it against his opening. My body was shaking so hard, I could barely breathe.

“Benny,” I couldn’t help but whisper, though I didn’t know why I was saying his name.

“I know,” I heard him say just as softly.

And that was it. The thought of giving him one last chance to end this disappeared and I pushed into him, not stopping until my crown was buried inside him.

“Fuck,” I growled as his body engulfed mine. “Can’t stop,” I cried as my body clawed at me for more.

“Don’t stop,” Bennett ground out and even as I pushed forward, he was pressing back against me. I knew I had to be hurting him, but I couldn’t do anything about it.

“Benny…” I said as I pressed against his back and wrapped my arms around his waist.

“Feels so good,” he cried out and then his face was turning so he could make eye contact with me. “Kiss me, Xander. Please fucking kiss me.”

I sealed my mouth over his as I drove into him and I swallowed his gasp. The angle was awkward as I kissed him, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to ever stop kissing him. He was so tight and hot around me, I forgot all about why I’d started this whole thing. I’d meant to fuck him so I could get him out of my system once and for all. But I knew I’d made a terrible, terrible mistake.

Once would never be enough.

A lifetime would never be enough.

I pulled back and pushed into him in one long stroke.

“Yes,” he groaned against my mouth.

As desperate as I was just to pound into him, I was reluctant for this to end and I knew that was exactly what would happen as soon as I picked up the pace. But I also knew my body wasn’t going to accept the slow fucking, either. Even as my hips rolled slowly against his, wedging me deeper and deeper inside of him, my orgasm was there just beneath the surface.

“Fuck,” I bit out as I kissed Bennett one more time. “I have to…” I said with a shake of my head.

“Do it,” he urged. “Fuck me hard, Xander. I’m yours.”

His words did what nothing else could have. I settled my hands on his hips and slammed into him. Bennett braced his hands on the tree to keep from hitting it as I began pounding into him. His mouth closed over his forearm to keep from crying out as I began fucking him with everything I had. There was enough moonlight to see the gorgeous slope of his lower back and the tight muscles that rippled as he accepted my pummeling. I was holding onto him so hard, I knew he’d have bruises in the morning. That thought propelled me on. He’d carry my mark. Even if I couldn’t mark him in the way I really wanted, he’d see those bruises and he’d remember this moment. He’d remember how perfectly we fit together.

Sweat began to roll down my back beneath my shirt and I regretted that I hadn’t had the foresight to take it off. The night was quiet around us, so I could hear our heavy pants and the jangling of our clothes as our bodies writhed together in perfect unison.

Bennett released his grip on the tree long enough to drop one hand to his cock. I quickly reached around to knock his hand away. “Mine,” I snarled and then I dropped my weight onto his back and gripped his waist hard with one arm while I began jacking him off, all as I continued to slide in and out of him with hard, full strokes. Bennett’s whimpers of pleasure erupted into full-on moans and I quickly realized why.