His jaw locks tight as I find my rhythm. He moves my head with his hand, his encouragement guttural, barely intelligible. So fucking good…the sight of your mouth around me…wanted this for so long.
I take him farther, all the way to the back of my throat.
揙h, God,?he groans, his eyes squeezing tight. 揇on抰。 You抣l make me come.?
The power I have over him right now is thrilling. I do it again, desperate to see him lose that last bit of control, and find myself lifted off the floor entirely. He grabs his wallet and carries me to my room, laying me under him on the bed. I arch, seeking friction, but he slides down instead, spreading my thighs wide. His tongue runs along the fine lace of my thong, which he then snaps hard enough to sting. Before I can complain, his tongue is there again, and he抯 pulling the thong aside, licking me, as if he抯 starved for this.
I could finish in seconds, but after nearly a full week of torment, I want more.
揅ome up here,?I beg, and his tongue swipes over me once more before he pushes my panties down my thighs and crawls above me.
He grabs a condom from the wallet he placed on the nightstand. I have an IUD and would probably let him go without, but say nothing as he rolls it on.
He grasps himself with one hand and slides inside me, watching my face as he does it.
I抎 like to keep my eyes open but I can抰。 It抯 too much, too good. He already had me on the cusp of coming with his tongue, but now I can feel a different sort of orgasm building, one that has me clawing at him to get there. He moves my legs farther apart to watch as he pushes inside me. I抦 spread wide for him, and in this new position, he抯 so deep that I feel him everywhere. The only thing better than the spot he is hitting is the way he watches it happen, entranced and heavy-lidded.
My nails dig into his back. 揊aster,?I demand, and he groans as he gives in, thrusting hard, his finger pressing to my clit, sweat dripping from his torso. The very second I shatter, he groans and lets go along with me.
揓esus,?he whispers against my neck. 揑抦 so impressed with myself right now.?
I laugh, still trying to catch my breath. 揙nly you would claim to be impressed with yourself immediately after sex.?
He ties off the condom, then pulls me against him. 揑 barely survived that thing you did with the back of your throat. Let抯 give credit where it抯 due.?
I settle on his shoulder. It should be awkward, cuddling with Ben Tate, my enemy. Weirdly, it isn抰。
He runs his palm over my bare hip. 揝o tell me something. How long have you been in this apartment??
I narrow my eyes. I can already tell where this is going. 揟hree years.?
揂nd in three years you haven抰 had a single spare weekend to桰 don抰 know梙ang a picture on the wall??
揙h, and because I抦 female I抦 supposed to care about things like that??
揘o, but you seem like the kind of person who抎 have匢 don抰 know, a Pinterest page devoted to decor??
揧ou clearly don抰 know me very well.?
His mouth curves into a half smile, as if he knows me better than I think.
I wake before my alarm in the morning. Ben is sound asleep beside me, dead to the world. I let my gaze drift over his lovely profile梩he strong nose, the long lashes, the full mouth, serene in sleep. I consider waking him up the way he woke me in the middle of the night梡ushing my thighs apart, his stubble against my softest skin, his tongue hot and warm and unhurried, saying, 揑 couldn抰 wait anymore敆but it抯 easier, less awkward, if I don抰。 I抣l shower, leave him a note, ask him to lock up.
I抦 being considerate, but Ben doesn抰 appear to think so when he walks into the bathroom a few minutes later.
揧ou weren抰 planning to shower and sneak off to work, were you??he asks as he slides the glass door open. His eyes travel over me. I hold the loofah in the center of my chest, as if it抯 a shield. I have no idea how to play this now that he抯 shot my plan to shit.
揑 was just trying to let you rest,?I reply, which is a fucking lie and we both know it. I was avoiding him, plain and simple.
He decides not to argue with me as he steps into the shower. 揧ou said my name in your sleep. I was going down on you, and you weren抰 even awake yet and you said, 態en? all breathy.?
揑 probably would have said 憃h, Chris Hemsworth?but it抯 such a mouthful,?I reply, pouring body gel on the loofah.
揑s it so hard to admit you sort of like me??He runs a hand over my hip, asking me to pay attention.
揇o you really need me to admit it when we just had sex repeatedly??
揧eah,?he says softly. 揑 sort of do.?
I can抰 entirely meet his eye. I抳e been here before, with someone asking me to open up, to be vulnerable. It was hard then, but it抯 harder now. Every time you gamble and lose, it gets a little scarier to try again.