Roman Todd Is Better Than Benvi’s Mom
Of course, this is fantasy, but can you imagine having a stepfather like Roman Todd?! Benviâs movie character is totally lucky to have such a sex symbol for a stepdad. Benvi leans against the fridge, ice clinking in his lemonade glass as he watches Romanâs shoulders tense through the thin cotton of his work shirt. The manâs been pacing the kitchen since the shouting match with Benviâs mom three hours agoâher slammed door still vibrating upstairs. Romanâs jaw flexes, stubble catching golden streaks of late sun, and Benviâs gaze drifts lower. Those carpenterâs hands. That scar snaking down his forearm from Iraq. Fuck.
âSheâll cool off,â Benvi says, voice syrup-slow, setting his drink down. Roman glances over, exhaustion warring with the coiled energy in his stance. âYou sure about that, kid?â The way he says kid makes Benviâs dick twitch.
He steps closer, fingertips skimming Romanâs belt buckle. âLet me help you⊠relax.â Romanâs throat bobs. âBenviâwait. Your motherââ
But Benviâs already sinking to his knees on the hardwood, popping the button on Romanâs jeans. The musky scent of sweat hits him first as he pulls out Romanâs thick cock, already half-hard against olive-toned skin. âWhich partâs off-limits?â Benvi taunts, tongue swiping the slit. âThe part where I almost failed Calc II last semester? Or the part where youâve been staring at my dick print in gym shorts since March?â
Romanâs groan rumbles like thunder as Benvi takes him deep, gagging theatrically before hollowing his cheeks. âFuckâJesusââ Romanâs fingers fist in Benviâs messy dark curls, hips jerking involuntarily. Benvi works him harder, spit dripping down his chin as he fists the base. He knows the exact moment Roman stops thinking about his momâthe sharp inhale, the tremor in those thick thighs.
âUpstairs,â Roman grits out, dragging Benvi to his feet. But Benvi yanks him toward the living room instead, shoving him onto the leather couch. âNah. Right here. In her spot.â He straddles Roman, grinding down as he rips his own shirt off. Romanâs calloused palms map his smooth chest, lingering at his nipples. âYouâre a goddamn menace,â Roman growls, flipping him onto his back.
Benviâs laugh cuts off when Roman spits into his hand, slicks himself, and slams in bare. âOh shitâ! Wait, wait, are youâ?â Roman drills deeper, the burn brutal, Benviâs legs trembling around his waist. âThought you wanted to play grown-up,â Roman snarls, gripping Benviâs hips hard enough to bruise.
Benvi arches, clawing at Romanâs back as the pace turns punishingâevery thrust grinding his prostate. Romanâs mouth claims his, teeth drawing blood from Benviâs lip. âSay it,â Roman demands, pistoning faster. âSay youâve wanted this since I moved my shit into your momâs closet.â
âFuckâyes, fuck, Dadââ Benvi chokes out, dizzy with the blasphemy. Romanâs rhythm stutters, then goes feral, slamming Benviâs ass red against the cushions. Itâs too much, not enoughâBenvi cums untouched, streaks hot across his stomach as Roman roars, filling him deep.
Theyâre still gasping when the garage door creaks. Roman pulls out with a wet sound, tucking himself away just as Benviâs mom calls out, âHoney, I got the wine!â
Benvi licks cum off his fingers, grinning at Romanâs panic. âRelax,â he purrs. âWeâve got all night.â
