The Game That Breaks Us (Us 3)

I stare at his long, thick length and swallow thickly before my eyes dance to his. I expect to see him silently laughing at me, but instead, his muscles are taut and his eyes are serious—like he’s trying to hold himself back. I want to tell him it’s okay—that he can touch me too, that I want him to—but a voice in the back of my head whispers baby steps.

I wrap my hand around him and drag it slowly up and down. He hisses between his teeth and I stop. My gaze darts to his and I fear that I hurt him.

“Did I do something wrong? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I ramble.

He shakes his head once, his jaw clenched. Between his teeth he hisses, “Keep going.”

I stare at him a second longer, afraid he’s lying, but he nods encouraging me to continue.

“If I do something wrong tell me,” I beg him. “I want do this right.”

“Trust me, there’s nothing you could do wrong,” he rasps.

I move my hand up and down again, circling my thumb over the head of his cock.

I breathe out heavily. I don’t know why I feel so out of breath. It’s not like I’m doing any physical exertion but I’m breathing like I just went out and sprinted a mile.

My eyes roam from his cock to his stomach and finally land on his face. His eyes are hooded, lips parted, and he stares at me like I’m the most gorgeous woman he’s ever seen.

I move the sheet out of my way and lower my head.

“What are you doing?” he growls.

I look up at him, my mouth hovering inches away from his cock. “What do you think I’m about to do?”

He looks torn. “Are you sure? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” I rasp out. I’ve never been turned on so much in my life, but bringing Bennett pleasure seems to do the same for me.

He nods once and I wrap my lips around him.

He hisses out, “Holy fuck.”

I’d be lying if I said his reaction didn’t please me. I move my mouth up and down. He’s big so I can’t take much of him, but I work with what I can do and he seems to like it so that’s what matters to me. I use my hand too and when it joins the mix his hips buck off the mattress.

“Grace,” he whimpers my name and my core clenches.

I want to ask him to say my name again but I also don’t want to stop what I’m doing, so I keep going. His fingers tangle in my hair, sweeping the long locks away from my face so he can see me. I lift my eyes to his and find that his hazel eyes are dilated.

I swirl my tongue around the tip and moan as I move down again.

His fingers tighten in my hair. “Fuck, Grace, I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.” I keep going. “Seriously, Grace, unless you want me to come in your mouth you need to stop.”

I give him one last lick and then my mouth pops off, my hand doing the rest of the work. The muscles in his stomach tighten the moment before he comes. It spurts out on his stomach and he breathes heavily, his hand resting on my waist. His eyes stay on mine even though they’re heavy-lidded like he’s drunk.

I feel shy all of a sudden and I can’t look at him any longer so I avert my gaze to the magazine clippings and posters on my wall.

“Hey.” His voice is thick when he touches my thigh. “That is single-handedly the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

I look to him nervously. “Really?”

He nods and his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Oh, yeah. So fucking hot. You … You’re amazing.” He reaches up and tucks my hair behind my ear. I lean into his touch and he holds his hand there against my cheek. “What made you want to do that?” he asks.

I shrug. “I was curious and I trust you.”

He presses his lips to mine and kisses me softly. “You don’t know how fucking good it is to hear that you trust me, sweetheart.”

I pull away slightly and grab some tissues so he can clean up. He wipes away the stickiness and puts his underwear back on.