Chapter 16

16

BEN

I want to carry her into my room.

The place that’s mine. Just mine. It’s where I go to hide out, to be alone, to get my energy back. I don’t have a home right now and it’s been so fucking hard. This room is all I have, the only place that’s just mine.

And I want her in there.

I separate myself from her clinging arms and legs and stand, grasping her hands and pulling her up too.

I almost cried when I thought she wanted to stop. Like, sobbed literal tears. I’m so hard for her I’m dying. But she has a solid point. We don’t want Smitty walking in on us.

Being reminded of my buddy gives me an anxious twitch. I’ll think about him later.

I pick her up and she squeals, hands grabbing my neck. “I knew you were strong.”

I smile as I stride toward my room. I take her straight to the bed and I sit on it, her on my lap, then I shift us over so I’m stretched out on my back and she’s on top. Her soft curves press into me as we kiss more.

Her loose dress rides up on her hips and I lay my hands on her ass. Her leggings are so soft, her flesh so firm beneath them, filling my palms, and I squeeze and mold her shape as our mouths move together.

I sit up and she’s still straddling me and the buttons of her dress are right in front of my face. I look up at her eyes, her huge pupils making her eyes so dark, and she smiles as I begin to open the buttons, one by one. I lean in to press my mouth to her chest, between her tits, then I part the opening of the dress to reveal lace that cups those sweet tits perfectly. The roundness of her cleavage makes lust pulse in my balls.

She lifts the dress over her head and tosses it somewhere.

I tug her bra aside and reveal perfection – creamy skin, a perfect pink nipple, and I groan. Banding my arms around her, I move in and kiss her there, licking, fondling her breast, then pulling her nipple into my mouth.

“Oh, God.”

I open her bra at her back and get rid of it, then sit back to admire this view, gorgeous curves right there. “So fucking beautiful.”

Her smile is glorious and bewitching. I’m desperate for the taste of her again and I latch onto a nipple with more force this time, wrapping my arms around her slender body to hold her in place. Her head falls back, she leans into her hands on my thighs, and she rides me, grinding against me. My jeans and her leggings are in the way but it’s not stopping her from seeking her pleasure and that’s so fucking hot I nearly combust. I suck the other nipple, drawing hard, and she makes a low noise of delight.

“You like that.”

“I do. Oh, God, I do.”

I lick and suck and nip, and then I roll down to my back, watching her, filling my hands with her tits, massaging and squeezing. She gathers her hair in one hand and leans toward me, shifting so she’s on her hands and knees over me, and she kisses me. I cup her face and meet her mouth and open hers in deep, dirty kisses.

Then I groan again as she finds my aching cock through my jeans and grips it. My skin tightens. Heat and pressure spiral low in my belly.

“Feel how hard my cock is,” I growl.

“It’s so hard.” She rubs me and electric heat rushes through my body, and when her fingers open the button of my jeans and slide down the zipper, I help her eagerly by shoving the denim and my boxer briefs down my hips and thighs and then kicking them off. I sit up to get rid of my socks but she’s already got my cock in her hand and I’m losing my goddam mind. I make a noise that’s embarrassingly needy and she hums a return sound, seeming enthralled by my dick.

I fucking love that.

“Need you out of these,” I rasp, and she lifts her ass in the air so I can get the snug leggings off her. It takes a moment of acrobatics, with her on her hands and knees, and I move behind her to peel them down her legs and tug them over her feet. I take note of the pretty tattoo on her ankle, a delicate open book.

I pause for another moment of rapture to study her ass in front of me, more creamy smoothness and roundness. “Jesus. Can I…”

“Yes.”

Well, that could give me permission for a lot of things, but I’ll take it one step at a time. First, I get rid of my shirt, yanking it off over my head, then leaning into kiss her there, pressing my mouth to each cheek.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

I need to eat her. Devour her. I breathe in her scent and my dick goes impossibly harder. I open my mouth wide and dive in to lick her softness, to lap at her wetness, her taste sweet and zesty on my tongue. I can’t get enough of her and I groan as I eat at her.

She falls to one side, looking over her shoulder at me. I glance up at her and her face is bliss, lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded. I follow her down to the bed and keep lapping and sucking, squeezing one butt cheek, then I lift her leg up and over so she’s on her back, legs parted.

“Pretty.” I trace a finger down one plump fold, so soft and pink. Then I bury my face between her thighs again. Making soft sounds of pleasure, she closes her eyes, lifts her chin, and clasps her breasts. Another groan climbs in my chest.

I tease her with my tongue and fingers, pull silky flesh into my mouth and suck. She reaches out for me, gentle fingers curving around the back of my neck as I savor her. I find her clit with my index finger and circle it, so gently, and she pulls in a breath, her hips lifting. “Yes.”

I watch my finger on her, slick and wet.

Her breathing quickens and her abs contract. Her fingers tighten in my hair.

“Close?” I murmur. “I wanna make you come.”

“Yes,” she pants. “Close…”

I use my tongue, rubbing it there, and fuck yeah, she comes against my mouth, yanking at my hair, hips lifting to my face, crying out. I fucking love it.

“Yeah. Oh, yeah.” I suck her clit until her thighs grip my head and she tries to push my face away. “I wanna do it again,” I mumble, kissing the neat patch of russet curls.

“No. God. I can’t. You don’t have to.”

“Fuck, I’d do this forever. Please.”

“Oh my God. I want it to be good for you, too.”

“This is so fucking good for me my brain has melted into my feet. I’m broken.”

I hear her huff of laughter. “I want you inside me.”

“I will be. I promise. I will, if that’s what you want. Let me lick you more.”

She moans and her thighs fall open again. “I don’t know…”

“Yeah. It’s good. It’ll be good. I’ll make it so good.”

And I do it again, this time fingers inside her, finding the spot that makes her wail, pressing on it from the outside with the palm of my other hand on her lower belly, my lips and tongue working on her until she’s nearly sobbing and writhing and coming apart on my mouth again.

I lift my face to look up at her. She’s flushed, a little sweaty, and so gorgeous I can’t breathe. I wipe my mouth. “We need a condom.”

“Mmm.” Her eyelashes flutter. “D’you…”

“Yeah.” Thank Christ. I haven’t had much action lately, but I’m still prepared. I move and yank open the drawer of the nightstand and pull out a box. I fumble in it for one then tear it open. My hands are shaking so much I’m afraid I’ll rip it, so I slow down, fighting for breath, and then I’m afraid I’ll come in my own hand before I get it on and get inside her.

Breathe. In. Out.

My heart is hammering, my blood sizzling. I can’t even think, except for, holy shit, Mabel is here, I’m fucking Mabel, and she is gorgeous.

My eyes fastened on her face, my knees spread wide, I slowly push into her. She just came twice and she’s juicy but she’s tight and I don’t want to hurt her. “Okay?”

She nods, watching me, too, her lips curved into a smile that seems both horny and awestruck. “Do it.”

“You want me to fill that tight little pussy?”

“Yesssss.”

Her channel is so warm and snug. I keep easing in, further and further, until I can’t go any deeper. I pause, pressing right to her, as close as we can be, joined right there. “Oh, Jesus. Fuck. Look at that gorgeous pussy taking my cock.”

She whimpers.

I grip her hips. “Don’t move,” I bite out. I pulse inside her and we both take shallow breaths, staring at each other. The eye contact is mesmerizing, almost too much, but I can’t look away.

I’ve had enough sex that this isn’t new. I’m not a virgin or even a rookie when it comes to sex. But this is… different. Maybe because I’m with someone who actually likes me. Who knows me. As we stare into each other’s eyes I feel something twist in my chest, like it’s wrapping around my heart.

I have to kiss her, so I stretch out over her on my elbows and hold her head in my hands as I find her mouth with mine. It’s messy and urgent and I start moving, I have to, I can’t stop myself. I want to pound into her and fuck her so hard.

I roll my hips, sliding in and out, and she meets me and matches the rhythm, hooking her ankles at my ass. Her hands glide up and down my back as we kiss and fuck and kiss and it’s not going to take much. My balls are tight and hot pressure builds at the base of my spine.

Her eyelashes flutter. “I think… oh, God…”

Satisfaction fills my chest. “Yeah. Come for me again, baby. I’m almost there, sorry…”

“Don’t say sorry. It’s… good…” She’s gasping. “Ohhhhh…” She lets out a low wail and squeezes me.

“Jesus!” I put my whole body into it, rocking against her. I press my face into the side of her neck, my blood pounding in my ears, my breath harsh. Every pull and slide increases the tension inside me. She’s luscious and soft and hot and perfect. My balls squeeze, electricity shoots up my spine, and I growl as wave after wave of pleasure slams into me.

Sweaty and panting, we lie wrapped up in each other, joined together. I think my heart’s going to pound right out of my chest.

How the hell did this happen? We were sitting on the couch and she was telling me about her asshole ex and I got all these feelings. I hate that motherfucker for what he did to her. I hate that she’s still damaged from what he did. I hate that she was nearly crying and I wanted her to feel better and so I hugged her, and… and… well, there’s been some kind of heat or spark between us for a while and I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, but holy shit, that was a fucking forest fire.