Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

Rory

What is going on? I wake up to Bennet coming over me and saying more naughty things before I can even come up with an excuse for him not to be where he is. Some part of me realizes this probably isn’t a great idea but the part of me that is so close to fracturing apart because of what he is doing to me doesn’t care.

I should tell him to stop, protest, remind him of his sister being so close - just down the hall. Dear God, what if she hears us? What would I tell her? What could I possibly say? He rubs the sensitive nipple that just came out of his mouth, and I rock up into him again. It’s so much worse than before because every time I brush myself against the monster in his pants it feels better and better.

My hands leave my mouth where I slapped them to keep from crying out Bennet’s name and fall to his jean-covered ass so I can pull him closer. I spread my legs wider so more of me could run along the front of him.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! If we don’t stop…”

If we don’t stop, what? He started this after all. Why would he want to stop now?

“God damn it, Rory!” He pulls away from me before rearing up in between my legs. I’m thinking he’s going to leave me now when he reaches down and takes two handfuls of my nightgown. I’m shocked speechless when he rips the thing all the way down the middle until I am laying beneath him in only a pair of panties. “You sexy…little princess. You want me to make you cum, sweetheart? You want me to make it so you go mindless and don’t have to think about anything but me?”

“I…um, oh, Bennet! I…”

“You’re in my bed, little princess. You stepped into my house with these tempting little tits and this sweet pussy, and you don’t think I’m not going to take what I want, what belongs to me! You think I’m not going to get my taste like I told you I was going to take.”

All I can do is lay with my mouth open in pure shock. Bennet, the man I grew up with just told me he was going to…he used the word pussy again. This is a side of Bennet I would never have dreamed of.

He gives me a cocky grin before wrapping his hands in my panties and doing the same thing to them that he did with my gown.

“Bennet,” I hiss his name out, “you can’t tear my clothes off me.”

“I just did, baby girl.”

He takes my mouth in a completely different kind of kiss as his hands run over my body and he spreads my legs so that I am open to him. I let out a little yelp and try to cover myself. He takes both of them in one of his and stares down at me.

“No! Bennet, you can’t!”

“Princess, where you’re concerned, I most certainly can.”

He talks -and acts- like he has some right to be doing all this to me.

“Look at this pretty little pussy. I can’t wait to look down at my big, thick cock spreading it wide.” I whimper at the words and try to pull my hands free, but he has too good a hold on them. “I bet the first time I take you I’ll be able to see that cherry when I pull out.”

He uses his free hand to massage and weigh my breasts.

“Son of a bitch, everything about you is so fucking sweet, so fucking perfect.”

He trails his fingertips down my body and over the mound of my pussy before dipping them inside of me. All the air leaves me and my hips fly off the bed as he finds my clit and starts to rub.

“B…Bennet!”

I shut my eyes to try to stop the riot of emotions and sensations ricocheting through my body but when my eyes are closed, he slides down on his belly to bring himself closer to the thing his fingers are playing with.

I yelp before both my hands fly to my mouth. When did he let them go? He pulls me apart and stares right into the center of me. My hands leave my mouth to cover myself but he growls and his eyes shoot to mine.

“Don’t make me cuff you, princess. You know I’ll do it. And I won’t be able to help myself.”

I bite down on my lip and slowly take my hands away, burying them in the sheets around us.

“Beautiful, sweet little pussy. So beautiful. You’re breathtaking, princess.”

My heart flips in my chest. I…believe him. I believe that he thinks what he is looking at is…pretty. Still, I can’t help but wonder if he’s one of those guys who just love women and everything about them. He’s sweet enough for it to be that. If he is, that means I’m not really that special to him, which also means what we do he could be doing with anyone. The thought sours my stomach.

He doesn’t give me a lot of time to worry about things like that though since he leans in to swipe his tongue up both sides of my swollen lips before pulling them apart and doing the same right through the middle. My hands go to my mouth again as I cry out into my palms as my body tightens up and all thought of anything else vanishes from my mind.

He sucks on my outer lips and then licks me again before his tongue bats my clit to excruciating sensitivity. He sucks there and my hips go crazy moving in disjointed motions that look like I am trying to ride his face. He reaches up and drags my hands away from my mouth and to my breasts. He starts playing with me over the tops of my own hands, teaching me how to tease myself.

“I want to hear you say my name when you cum.”

I shake my head in an emphatic negative. If I say his name when I cum, he won’t be the only one hearing it. Then he goes back to sucking and biting and working my pussy to the very height of pleasure. My hands go to his head and then his wrists and then the covers to finally come to rest on his head again. His tongue travels down to my entrance and wiggles it’s way inside a few inches and my body stops being my own. Gone is any higher thought as I am reduced to instinct and heightened senses.

Everything tenses up so much it’s almost painful. Every nerve I have vibrates and throbs with feeling until the tension breaks and my body shakes through a release. Before I can cry out his name his mouth is on mine swallowing up the sound and taking my breath. Muscles tighten as my entrance pulses through one long wave of pleasure.

When I regain my faculties, I realize we are still kissing but this time it’s not rushed or frenzied and I become aware of the fact that I can taste myself on him. Evidence that Bennet Underwood licked me into oblivion. And suddenly, I can’t keep my eyes open any longer. My body is so languid and limp that all I want to do is sleep.

“Rest, princess. I’m going to make sure you are safe and sound.”

Safe and sound does sound nice. It sounds like I can actually go to bed and dream my dreams without having to worry about…anything. The last time I felt that was when I would spend weekends with Te and we would laugh and play and the entire time Bennet would be there watching over us, protecting us, making sure we could be wild and crazy and that no one would bother us. It’s been a long time since I had that, a long time since I was sleeping in the same house as Bennet and never in the same bed. The whole bed thing must be why it feels even safer now than it did then.