His hand slides up to cup my breast, to run the pad of his thumb over my nipple, making it ache before he takes it between his teeth. He pulls at it hard, suddenly, with a force that is pleasure and pain at once. I want more, but his lips press softly to the underside of my breast instead. My hips buck, impatient, and he laughs. 揧ou liked that before, didn抰 you??
揧es.?The word is carried on a gasp as his index finger slides inside my shorts. I抦 so wet that I can hear it as his fingers glide between my legs.
Air hisses between his teeth. 揋od. I love that.?
His thumb goes to my clit as he leans down again, sucking my nipple into his mouth, using his teeth in a way that…pierces me. Something in that pleasure with just a hint of pain has me raw and swollen and desperate for more. My nails dig into his back.
揑 want you inside me,?I tell him.
揊uck,?he groans against my skin. 揧es. But this will be over in seconds if we do it your way.?He pushes my shorts off and slides farther down the bed before he spreads my thighs. The first hit of his tongue has me arching off the mattress.
揧ou don抰 need to do that,?I gasp.
I feel his breath against my skin as he laughs. 揋emma, I抦 doing exactly what I抳e wanted to do for two fucking years.?
Holy shit.
His perfect tongue continues to flick and my breath grows short. He抯 so good at this, so certain of what he wants, and he watches me the entire time, as if nothing matters more to him in the whole fucking world than my reaction. I twist in the sheets, and his fingers push inside me, keeping time with his tongue.
揟his has me so hard it hurts,?he says. His free hand slides down to grip himself and stays there. Squeezing, stroking through his boxers.
There抯 a tiny burst of sparks at the center of my spine, and I gasp. 揑抦 close.?
He pushes those fingers inside me again as I unfurl, barely aware of him continuing to draw my orgasm out, barely aware of the way he groans, watching me.
My eyes open梥lowly, languorously.
揓esus,?he grunts, and then he抯 reaching for a condom on the nightstand, ripping the packet and rolling it on.
He pushes inside me with a quiet gasp, his eyes closing for a half second before they open again to study my face. He抯 making sure I抦 okay, that this is still okay, and God, it is. He thrusts harder the second time, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts, then beneath me to grab my ass. Every sound I make is like a trigger for him, his eyes closing, his jaw grinding, as if he抯 about to be pushed over the edge.
His mouth is against my ear. 揇o you have any idea how many times the memory of you on my desk has made me come??
I thrill at his words, spreading my legs wider to take more of him. My nails dig into his ass, and his inhale is sharp, surprised. His hips jerk forward and then he抯 leaning over me, moving faster. 揙h. God.?
There抯 no part of him that isn抰 too big for me梙is cock, his size, his ego梱et I抦 the one making him dissolve.
揧es,?I whisper, my pulse racing, my body arching off the bed. 揇on抰 stop.?
My mouth burrows into his neck and he releases another of those sharp gasps. His hands wrap around my wrists, pinning me, and there抯 something in that tiny hint of possession and control that makes me come undone.
I bury my mouth against his shoulder to muffle the sounds I make as I let go.
揊uck,?he says and then he thrusts hard, again and again, before coming with a quiet groan.
We are pressed tight, his chest moving fast against mine, his harsh breathing against my ear. When he pulls out at last, gripping himself to keep the condom in place, the room is silent, and I hear my own thoughts a little too well.
I don抰 ever want it to end.
He rises to get rid of the condom and returns, pulling me against him. His mouth brushes the top of my head, but it抯 different now…as if I抦 someone he actually cares about, as if this mattered. I抦 scared I might start to believe it. And he isn抰 what I want anyway. I want someone simple, someone who won抰 lie to me or eventually change his mind, and I抎 be crazy to think that could be Ben.
I slide out of the bed and grab my clothes off the floor.
揥hat are you doing??he asks.
揑 have to go,?I tell him. 揃ut thanks.?
He laughs but the sound is muted and unhappy. 揑 can抰 believe you just thanked me,?he says, running a hand over his face. 揋et back in bed.?
But I抦 already pulling up my shorts as I walk away. 揑抳e really got to go,?I tell him, practically running from the room.
23
He抯 gone Sunday morning when I reach the buffet.
揥hat a great guy,?says Nicole. 揌e flew all that way for one hour at a party.?
I think of him watching my face as he fucked me, his eyes hazy, his jaw clenching as he got close.