Page 52 of Benji
“I like him.”
Nolan grinned. “He said I needed to not let my sexual desires impede on my work. A day off for legitimate reasons is fine, but so I could stay home and fuck all day...” He sighed. “Not so much.”
I frowned at him. “Hmm. Maybe I don’t like him so much.”
Nolan smiled warmly, his thumb finding my chin, my bottom lip. “He’s not wrong. I do need to go to work tomorrow.”
I sighed dramatically. “And that’s fine. But the terms and conditions were that you met all other obligations before and after work.”
His smile became a grin, until he drew his bottom lip between his teeth. “Is this you being a brat?”
I laughed and shook my head. “God no. Brattishreally isn’t my style, unless it’s pouting to get what I want.”
“Of course.”
So I pouted. “So… about those terms and conditions.”
“Before work tomorrow, not tonight.”
I pouted harder and he pulled my bottom lip down with his thumb. “It won’t work again.”
I leaned up some more and looked down at where his crotch was pressing against my stomach. “Oh well, I’ll just have to help myself.”
He cracked up laughing but slung his legs around my back, holding me so I couldn’t get to his dick.
I drove my hips up, pressing my dick against his balls. “Mmm,” I said, looking down at him, rubbing myself against him. “I’ll do it if you want me to.”
He made a low sound. “I haven’t done that in years. Like twenty years.”
“Didn’t like it? Or was it with the wrong person?”
“Maybe both. It wasn’t a great experience and I was young. He was older.”
I sighed. “No excuse. You’re older than me, yet you take very good care of me.”
He smiled.
“Like, you’realmost twicemy age.”
He gasped and I laughed, then he shot up and grabbed me, flipping me onto my back and pressing his weight down between my legs.
“No jabs about the age,” he said, aiming for stern, but his smile won out.
I pulled his face in for a kiss. “I was just kidding, but if you feel the need to punish me...”
He growled at me. “You know, I think punishment for you is no sex.”
I gasped this time, in absolute horror. “You wouldn’t.”
He grinned, victorious. “Ah, so that is your Achilles heel.”
“Baby, you could get me to do anything in the world your heart desires if the reward is you fucking me. Anything. Literally anything.”
He hummed out a chuckle, his eyes sparked with a wicked gleam. “Anything? Baby?”
That made me laugh. “If you promise to leave for work tomorrow with my arse open and full of come, just name it. There’s plenty of surfaces in this apartment we haven’t tried yet.”
“What?”Fitch asked in disbelief. “He asked for what?”