I reached down and stroked his c**k while Nixx fingered him. He was leaking over my fist, flushed, wrecked.
“More,” Benny whispered. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Nixx added a third and Benny’s back arched off the bed. I clapped my hand over his mouth this time. He licked my palm. I left it there anyway because if Millie woke up to that sound we were all going to have a very different conversation in the morning.
Nixx f****d him on his fingers until Benny was shaking, pushing down onto them, chasing it.
Then Benny grabbed Nixx’s wrist.
“I want you to f**k me.”
The room went still.
Nixx looked at him like he had just been handed something he had been circling for weeks and hadn’t let himself take.
“You sure?”
“I’m better. I can handle it. I want your c**k in my ass, Nixx. I’m done waiting
