15. Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Quinn

I’m not sure what time it is when I finally start to wake up. I’m warm and for some reason, I feel safe. I open my eyes and blink a few times, doing my best to get my bearings. My brain is foggy from just waking up and it takes me longer than I care to admit to realize my alarm didn’t go off.

I’m about to reach over and check what time it is when a strong arm wraps around my waist, tugging me back until I collide with a broad, warm chest.

“You’re not planning on leaving me so soon, are you?” Bennet rumbles, his voice even deeper from just waking up. The sleepiness falls away, replaced with warmth and arousal. I could get used to having Bennet in my bed first thing in the morning.

Wait.

Hold on one second.

It’s morning. Bennet is still here. My alarm didn’t wake me up.

Could that mean?

I scramble out of Bennet’s arms in order to lunge for my phone. In my haste I almost launch myself right off the bed onto the floor but thankfully, Bennet is there to catch me and keep me in place.

“What?” Bennet starts to say but I can feel him freeze behind me, doing his best to look over my shoulder at my phone.

There on the screen is probably the most generic date to everyone but to the two of us it might actually be the most beautiful date we’ve ever seen.

Saturday the 14th.

“Oh my gods,” I gasp out, turning onto my back and staring at my phone with wide eyes. “Oh my gods, it actually worked. Bennet, it worked!”

We both stare at my phone so long the screen goes dark again. Then I touch it just to make sure it hasn’t somehow changed back to Friday in the time it took to turn it back on. We both see Saturday once more.

There are tears of relief gathering in my eyes and I let out a noise of surprise. It’s finally over. We’ve finally managed to unloop ourselves and all it took was confessing our feelings for each other.

I set the phone down and turn all the way around, burying myself against Bennet’s chest. He holds me tight, his fingers dancing along my back and making me shiver.

“Just in case you needed to hear it again today,” I say slowly, looking up into Bennet’s eyes. “I love you.”

Bennet grins at me. “I love you too, Quinn and I plan on reminding you of that at every chance I get.”

“Why don’t you start right now,” I say, nipping at his jaw. In response, he flips us over so I’m on my back with him kneeling between my legs. I wrap my legs around him, locking my ankles together and pulling him down against me.

We’re still naked from the night before and the feel of all that naked skin pressed against mine has my cock going from zero to sixty in a matter of seconds. His skin is hot to the touch and I shiver.

Bennet’s mouth goes to my neck and I tilt my head back, letting him have better access. It feels so good to have his mouth on my skin like this. I want him to mark me in every way possible. I want to wear his bites and his love bites knowing they’ll actually be there tomorrow.

My fingers go to Bennet’s hair, running through the long strands. I grab a fistful, tugging gently just to test the waters and am rewarded by a groan from Bennet. Gods, that sound is downright addictive.

I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this man now that I finally have him.

I’m expecting Bennet to move up in order to kiss me but instead, he surprises me by moving down my body. His hands sweep over my sides and my skin breaks out with goosebumps. Bennet’s mouth moves to my chest, licking around my nipple until it’s stiff before latching his lips around it and sucking.

“Oh my gods,” I gasp out. I’ve never had someone give my chest attention like this and I realize I’ve been missing out . Holy shit that feels so good. “Bennet, fuck!”

Bennet pulls his mouth away, giving my nipple one last kiss before smiling up at me. “Fuck, you say? We could do that.”

Damn, why is that cocky grin so attractive? When did his silly puns start turning me on?

“Put your money where your mouth is then, Bennet. Come on,” I say, opening my thighs for him.

“Happily.”

Bennet moves even lower, licking around my belly button. My stomach quivers with anticipation. I’m not someone who enjoys delayed gratification but there’s something about the way Bennet teases me that drives me wild with lust. I love it, probably because of how much I love him .

“Bennet, please,” I gasp out, my knee moving to poke him in the side of the head, urging him down. He nips at my belly just below my belly button before finally moving lower, thank all the heavens!

Bennet licks the tip of my cock, tucking his tongue into my slit before pulling away. Fuck what I thought earlier. Fuck this guy and his teasing!

I’m about to pull his hair and demand that he sucks my cock but instead, I gasp in surprise as he grabs my ass and tucks my legs into the air, practically bending me in half.

“Jesus fucking Christ!”

Bennet licks a long stripe over my hole and I’m completely and utterly lost, my brain going white. He licks me over and over until I’m shaking, overwhelmed with the intimacy of this act, the intensity of pleasure he’s giving me, and the vulnerability of being in this position.

I don’t know what way is up or what way is down, all I know is Bennet and his incredibly talented tongue.

“Do you have lube, Quinn?” Bennet asks, running a single finger around my hole, swirling through the spit he’s left behind. I whimper at the easy way Bennet is teasing me. Gods, this feels so good and I feel like I could come so easily but I have to hold it back. There’s no fucking way I’m allowing myself to come until after he’s inside me.

His finger continues to tease me as he leans his chin against my asscheek, looking down at me expectantly. My brain literally cannot compute with what he’s asking from me right now.

“ What ?”

Bennet bites my ass cheek and I moan. He stares down at me with a grin and somehow despite the position I’m in, my stomach warms at the sight. Gods, I’ve got it bad.

“Do you have lube?”

“Oh,” I say helpfully. Holding out my palm, I cast a grease spell. It’s one of the first spells I learned as a teenage boy for obvious reasons.

“Perfect. Thank you,” Bennet says, kissing my ass cheek where he’d just bitten me before getting his fingers covered in grease and going back to delightfully tormenting me. Bennet pushes one finger into my ass and I whine at the stretch. As he slowly fingers me open, he licks my balls, putting one into his mouth.

“Oh my gods,” I breathe out, clenching my eyes shut. My fingers dig into my own lower back where I’m helping to hold myself in place. I feel so trapped like this but that somehow only adds to the pleasure, knowing I’m completely at Bennet’s mercy. “Fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can take this. Bennet, please!”

Bennet gently guides me until I’m flat on my back once more. He licks from the root of my cock up to the tip. He kisses each of my hips, his fingers never stopping their thrusting in my ass. I can barely make a single coherent thought anymore, too overwhelmed with the way Bennet is making me feel. He’s somehow so intune with my body, playing me like a well loved instrument.

Bennet grabs my wrist, guiding my hand to his erection as he straightens onto his knees. I stroke his cock, covering it with more grease. If he thinks we’re doing it like this, he’s got another think coming.

Careful of Bennet’s hip, I sit up and use my legs to sweep him onto his side. Bennet makes a noise of surprise before he’s chuckling, laying flat on his back. I crawl onto his lap, straddling his pelvis. Perfect. Now I can ride him to my heart’s content instead of being mercilessly teased for a moment longer!

“If you wanted to ride me, all you had to do was ask,” Bennet says with a grin.

“Why do I get the feeling you’d tease me instead of giving me what I actually wanted?”

“A bit of teasing just makes the finish that much more enjoyable.”

I let out a deep groan. “Fuck that,” I say as I reach behind myself, positioning his cock against my ass. I slowly push myself back, taking him into my body.

“Yeah,” Bennet breathes out. “Fuck that.”

“Oh my gods,” I gasp out as I continue to push down on his cock. He stretches me so well, hitting my insides just right. It hurts at first but my body quickly gets used to the sensation. Once I’m fully seated, I wait a moment. I suddenly understand why Bennet enjoys teasing me so much because there’s something heady about being the one in charge.

“You feel so good,” Bennet says, running his hands over my thighs. “So good. So perfect, Quinn.”

Too bad I don’t have the patience for teasing.

I quickly begin to move, lifting myself almost all the way off of him before pushing myself back down. I ride him slowly, taking my time just to enjoy the feeling of being full, enjoy the feeling of having Bennet inside me.

A full body shudder goes through me and I whimper in pleasure. Bennet’s hands never stop moving, touching me all over. He skims over my stomach, strokes my cock, teases my balls, plucks at my nipples. I’m nothing more than sensations, pleasure, and moans.

I look down into Bennet’s eyes, finding him watching me with an intense look. That look sends my mind reeling. He loves me, truly. Touching me like this is just an extension of that love and care.

“Fuck, Bennet. I love you so much.”

Bennet groans, his hips stuttering below me for a moment. “I love you too. You feel so good. I can’t believe I get to have this. That I get to have you , Quinn.”’

“I’m yours,” I breathe out, closing my eyes as my body tenses all over. Lust pools hotly in the pit of my stomach.

Bennet wraps his hand around my cock, squeezing gently as he strokes me. It’s too much. I cry out as pleasure washes over me. The tension snaps and I come, spurting ropes of cum across Bennet’s stomach and chest.

I continue to ride him, needing him to finish with me, needing to feel his cum inside my ass.

“Please, please, please,” I find myself murmuring over and over, begging to feel him find his climax from my body.

Bennet’s fingers find my hips, digging into my skin. He moans, long and low until I feel the warmth of his cum hitting my insides.

I curl myself forward, resting my cheek against Bennet’s, just breathing deeply as I catch my breath. He does the same and the feeling of his breath against my ear leaves me shivering once more.

My lips move over Bennet’s cheek until I find his lips. I give him a soft peck, preparing to pull back right away but Bennet’s hand grabs the back of my head, keeping me in place. We share soft, unhurried kisses, our tongue tangling almost lazily.

Eventually, we pull apart, both our lips and our hips. With a wave of my hand and some soft spoken words, I clean the both of us with a simple spell. I drape myself against his chest once we’re both settled.

I smile against Bennet’s skin. I’m so fucking happy I could cry. Not only have we broken the time loop but we’ve also found each other. We get to have a future together that consists of more than just Fridays.

My fingers move in lazy circles through Bennet’s chest hair and he chuckles softly. “So,” I say softly, unable to keep myself from grinning. “Got any plans for your Saturday?”

Bennet looks down at me, raising his brow. “You’re more or less looking at it. Why, do you have plans?”

I hum, pretending to think it over. “I think I just wanna spend the day with my partner. Whom I love dearly. Does that sound okay to you?”

Bennet’s face softens. He tilts my chin up so he can kiss me. “That sounds like a hexx’in’ good time.”

I groan. “That was terrible.”

“Terribly magical. I know, I know.”

“If you’re not careful I’ll kick you out of my bed.”

“You wouldn’t do that,” Bennet says softly before wincing. “Wait, you wouldn’t, would you.”

Instead of answering, I start pushing him towards the side of the bed until we’re both grabbing at each other and giggling. There are worse ways to spend our first of many, many Saturdays.