Blake Hart
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Still a Slut for Bennett - Part 6
🕑 Added 2024-11-23 16:00:08 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+
The next day came and went in a blur. By the time the evening rolled around, I found myself back in the living room, sprawled across the couch with Bennett while Cooper and Jose unloaded snacks onto the coffee table. It was movie night Monday—our weekly tradition—and the room was already dimmed, the scent of buttery popcorn hanging in the air.
As Jose handed me a soda, I couldn’t help but think back to last night. A part of me had spent the day on edge, waiting for some kind of reaction from Cooper or Jose, a knowing smirk or a teasing jab. But it never came. It wasn’t until a few hours ago, when I overheard them talking about their late-night food run, that it clicked: they hadn’t even been home.
Relief had washed over me in waves, but now, sitting here with all three of them, I couldn’t stop replaying the events in my head. Bennett had seemed so casual about everything, like it hadn’t even crossed his mind to be worried. Meanwhile, I’d practically gone into panic mode over nothing.
I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. He looked so at ease now, tossing a handful of chips into his mouth as if nothing had changed between us. Maybe it hadn’t for him. But for me? I wasn’t so sure.
“Yo, you picking the movie, or are we stuck watching Cooper’s pick again?” Jose called out, breaking my train of thought.
“Hey! My taste is impeccable,” Cooper shot back, grinning. “Just admit you don’t appreciate the art of Fast & Furious.”
“Art? That’s a stretch. But I’ down” Bennett quipped, tossing a chip at him.
I laughed along with the others, forcing myself to focus on the moment. Still, the weight of last night lingered at the edges of my thoughts, a secret only Bennett and I shared.
Our shared apartment was cozy but not quite warm enough to fight off the chill that crept in as fall deepened. Movie night meant layers: hoodies, socks, and in Bennett’s case, a thick blanket draped over his shoulders like a cape. He tossed one end at me, raising an eyebrow as he scooted over to make room.
“C’mon, it’s freezing,” he said, as if this was just another night—like nothing had happened between us.
Snuggling under a blanket with Bennett wasn’t new. We’d done it a dozen times before, mostly out of necessity when we could not afford full heating. But tonight, as I slid under the blanket beside him, I felt an edge of nervousness I hadn’t before. His arm brushed mine as he adjusted the blanket, and my heart gave a traitorous little flutter.
“Aw, look at you two,” Cooper teased, leaning back in his seat with a grin. “The ultimate bromance.”
Jose snorted, tossing a handful of popcorn at us. “Seriously, do we need to leave you two alone?”
“Shut up,” Bennett said, laughing as he dodged the popcorn and flicked a chip back in Jose’s direction. “You’re just jealous.”
I forced a chuckle, trying to seem as relaxed as Bennett was. This wasn’t new—Cooper and Jose had been poking fun at our closeness for years. But tonight, the teasing hit a little different, the weight of last night making me more aware of every move Bennett made.
Still, I leaned into him slightly, letting the warmth of the blanket and his body settle some of my nerves. It was familiar and comforting, even if my head was a mess.
“Alright, alright, less talking, more watching,” Cooper declared, grabbing the remote. “And yes, we’re watching Fast & Furious. Deal with it.”
“Deal with me throwing myself off the balcony,” Jose grumbled, earning a laugh from everyone as the movie started.
I tried to focus on the screen, but Bennett shifted slightly beside me, and my thoughts wandered again. To last night, to the way he’d used me, to his words. How his arms held my face, while he face fucked me. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, and for a split second, I thought I caught him looking back.
The movie was well underway, explosions and roaring engines filling the room as Cooper and Jose leaned forward, completely engrossed in the action. Their banter about car stunts and one-liners drifted into the background as I found myself distracted—by Bennett.
He was shifting slightly under the blanket, his movements small but enough to catch my attention. At first, I thought he was just getting more comfortable, but then I noticed the way his breathing had changed, the way his hand pressed awkwardly against the blanket. My pulse quickened.
I risked a glance toward Cooper and Jose. They were too caught up in the movie to notice anything else, their faces lit by the glow of the TV. The way the couches were angled made it easy for Bennett and me to be partially out of view, shielded by the blanket and the darkened room.
I didn’t need to ask. The blanket shifted slightly, and I caught the unmistakable outline of him through the fabric. He was hard, his body betraying whatever calm demeanor he’d been trying to maintain.
I swallowed hard, heat rising in my cheeks as I tried to focus back on the screen. But he shifted again, the movement pressing his leg against mine, making it impossible to ignore the tension building between us. His hand brushed my thigh under the blanket, almost casual, but not quite.
The roaring engines on the screen drowned out my thoughts, and my heart pounded in my chest as I sat frozen, unsure of what to do. Cooper and Jose remained oblivious, engrossed in the movie, their laughter cutting through the tension I could feel simmering under the blanket.
I glanced at Bennett, catching the faintest smirk on his lips, a look that said he knew exactly what he was doing.
Bennett gave a slight nod toward his crotch. I knew exactly what he wanted, but I pretended not to understand, glancing at the TV like I was engrossed in the movie. He wasn’t fooled.
He mouthed, “Come on.”
I shook my head, my cheeks burning as I silently mouthed back, “No.”
His expression turned more pleading, his lips forming the word “Please.” There was something about the way he looked at me, the way his eyes darted briefly to Cooper and Jose before returning to mine, that made my resolve falter.
I risked a quick glance at the other two. Cooper was leaning forward, commenting on the chase scene, while Jose was snacking noisily, entirely engrossed in the action. Neither of them even glanced in our direction.
I sighed, my heart pounding as I gave in, sliding my hand under the blanket. Slowly, cautiously, I reached toward him, my fingers brushing against the fabric of his sweats. He shifted slightly, giving me better access, and I slipped my hand inside, feeling the warmth of his skin, the firmness of his solid dick in my grip.
His breath hitched, so faint I was sure only I could hear it. I began to move my hand slowly, trying to keep my movements subtle, my eyes flicking between him and the others to make sure we were still in the clear. Bennett’s head tilted back slightly, his lips pressing together to stifle any sound, his entire body leaning into my touch.
My pulse raced, the thrill of it mingling with the risk of being caught, as I slightly tightened my grip, feeling his cock pulse under my hand. The muted sound of the movie rumbled on, but all I could focus on was the heat of him, the way he pressed into my palm, urging me to continue.
I pumped him up and down, tentative at first, moving slowly under the blanket. His cock was warm and firm in my hand, pulsing slightly as I started to stroke him. Bennett shifted, his breathing shallow, his thigh pressing lightly against mine as he leaned back into the couch.
I kept my movements subtle, slow, afraid of drawing any attention. The occasional sound from him—a faint exhale, a quiet sigh—made my heart race as I glanced toward Cooper and Jose. They were still engrossed in the movie, Cooper animatedly pointing at the screen while Jose laughed at some ridiculous stunt.
When the most action-packed scene hit—a car flipping midair, engines roaring, and explosions blaring through the surround sound—I seized the opportunity. Drowning in the chaos on-screen, I sped up my movements, stroking him faster, gripping him tighter. Bennett’s body tensed under the blanket, his hips shifting subtly as he thrust into my hand, chasing his release.
His breathing hitched, and his hand gripped the couch cushion beside him as I pushed him over the edge. He came quietly, his body shuddering as he spilled into my hand, the sound of his release masked by the booming bass of our substantial surround sound system.
I felt him relax against me, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. I slowed my movements, gently milking him until he was spent, then carefully pulled my hand back, unsure how to clean up. My heart pounded as I glanced at the others—still none the wiser, their eyes glued to the screen.
Bennett leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Good job, slut. I gotta go clean up. Clean up your fingers with your tongue,” he whispered, his tone dripping with teasing command.
I froze, my heart racing as he stood, pulling the blanket off himself and adjusting his grey sweats, the damp stain clearly visible to me. He casually made his way toward the bathroom, keeping his back turned to Cooper and Jose, obscuring the evidence.
“Where you off to?” Jose asked, glancing over.
“Just gotta take a leak,” Bennett said, his tone nonchalant.
“Cool, I’ll pause it—don’t want you missing anything good,” Cooper offered, already reaching for the remote.
“Nah, it’s fine. That last scene was the real highlight anyway,” Bennett replied smoothly, throwing a quick wink my way when Cooper wasn’t looking. “Keep it playing.”
As he disappeared down the hall, my gaze fell to my fingers, sticky with his thick and gooey semen. His words echoed in my mind, and a shiver of excitement ran through me. Slowly, I brought my hand to my mouth, letting my tongue flick out to taste him. He was salty, slightly savoury, the taste as intoxicating as the thrill of what we’d just done.
I licked my fingers clean, savoring every trace of him, feeling equal parts slutty and exhilarated. I loved it—every bit of it— I licked the last drop of cum from my finger, slowly and intently, savoring every bit, completely engrossed in the moment. For a brief second, nothing else existed but the lingering taste of him on my tongue.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement. My heart dropped as I turned my head—and saw Cooper staring at me, wide-eyed, his expression a mix of confusion and shock.
Comments
Devin
Hahaha……Just how are going to explain that? I would look at him and say “Mmmmm mm good.
Jules
Hahahahahaha! I did this scene with the boy next door several times during movie nights!
