Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Cat
T he door to my room bursts open, and in waltzes Bennett without so much as a knock. I file this away as a lesson learned: lock the door.
“I didn’t go to your room for a reason.” I try to step into his path and push him out of the room, but he sidesteps me. “That’s called a fucking hint, Bennett.”
With the casual grace of an invited guest, he makes himself right at home and flops onto my bed with a contented sigh. He doesn’t even bother to take off his filthy boots as he drags his legs onto the bed and crosses them at the ankles.
“You almost fucked up big time,” he says.
“I didn’t know what to do. I choked.” I pull the earrings from my ears and toss them onto the small silver trinket tray atop the dresser. “The candy cane was sharp enough, I know that, but I just couldn’t force my hand to do what it needed to do.”
Bennett laughs and shakes his head. “No, I’m not talking about the way you froze like a nun at an orgy. I’m talking about the fact that Kindra caught up with me and said you told her everything. Naturally, I thought she meant the fucking around.”
“You told Kindra we fucked around ?” My mouth goes dry, and my legs nearly crumple beneath me.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Bennett shouts, and I turn in time to see Shorty scurry under the bed. “I forgot you had a cat in here. I wasn’t expecting him to sneak up and start kneading my fucking scalp with his claws.”
“I’m surprised he came out at all. He hates strangers.”
He rubs his head where Shorty must have clawed him. “Yeah, well, keep the filthy shit away from me. I hate the things. They stink and they don’t do anything useful.”
I kneel by the bed and attempt to coax Shorty from the shadows so that I can make sure he’s okay, but his yellow eyes just stare at me with unbridled contempt and complete distrust.
“You’ve traumatized him,” I tell Bennett as I pull myself to my feet. “He doesn’t usually greet strangers, and now he probably never will.”
“That’s why cats make shitty pets. They’re too temperamental.”
“You told Kindra we screwed around, and you’re shitting on cats?” I shout at him. “Do you have a death wish?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Maybe I lack motivation.” I pluck a decorative snow globe from the dresser and test its weight in my hand. “With the right motivation, I could make the kill. I know that because I’m feeling very homicidal right now.”
Bennett hardly has time to move out of the way as I launch the hefty glass globe at his head. It clunks against the headboard, and we’re both shocked when it doesn’t break. It just rolls off the mattress and thuds to a stop on the carpet.
He smirks and rolls back to his spot—which is actually my spot, because I prefer the side of the bed closest to the door. “Cats fucking suck, and I won’t back down on that, but I didn’t tell her we fucked. That’s only because she plowed ahead with her concerns about you before I could, though.”
“Concerns? She didn’t seem too concerned to me. Scoot over.”
To my surprise, he does.
I pull off my boots because I’m not a complete caveman, and then I stretch out on the bed. “What was she worried about?”
“Mainly, she’s worried you’ll take off like you did at the summer retreat. She doesn’t want you to feel pressured to kill if you aren’t ready, but she wants you here because she cares or some shit.”
“And why would she feel the need to bring any of this to your attention?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. I wasn’t really listening. I zoned out when I realized she didn’t know you’ve had my dick in your mouth.”
Thank god for small favors.
“So why’d you do it?” he asks.
“Do what?”
“Why’d you tell Kindra that you choked?”
I roll onto my side and face away from him, unable to admit my reasoning for coming clean to her. Well, coming clean to her about that , at least. As much as I love and trust Kindra, I may never grow courageous enough to tell her what I’ve done with Bennett.
And what I’ve decided I won’t be doing again.
“Hey, can we talk?” I ask, and I hate the way my voice sounds. It’s like I’m speaking through a wad of cotton. I clear my throat and try again. “Seriously talk, I mean. Let’s call a truce to the snark for five minutes.”
“Look, I’ve gotten tested religiously ever since I contracted something on that godforsaken trip. If you’ve got some weird infection or disease, it didn’t come from me, I can fucking assure you.”
“What the actual fuck? No! I want to talk about . . . us.”
“Aw, kitten, I didn’t know we were an item.” He scoots closer and tries to wrap his arm around me, but I sit up and push his grabby hands away.
“Snark truce, remember? I’m being serious. I think we need to just...cancel the whole thing. We don’t need to know if the sex is good.”
His face remains a mask of indifference, but I don’t miss the brief flicker of disappointment that slips through. He wanted this as much as I did. As much as I still do. If we didn’t have to hide it, it wouldn’t be so bad, but I hate this sneaky shit.
Plus, there are other complications.
He clears his throat and does his best attempt at sounding unbothered. “Yeah, I mean, if that’s what you want. Am I allowed to ask what changed your mind?”
I can’t answer that honestly without tipping my hand, so I scramble for a lie. My lips part and my brain reverses everything in my head so that I can say the exact opposite of how I truly feel. “There’s really no chemistry, if I’m being honest.”
“No chemistry, huh?” He rolls onto his side and trails his fingertips along my thigh. “You sure could have fooled me. Seems like we have too much chemistry.”
Fuck, I hate it when he sees through my charade. Because he’s right. The draw to look at him and be near him and tell him things...it’s overpowering my thoughts and freaking me out.
Maybe honesty is the best policy here. Bennett sees my refusal as a challenge, and he loves to overcome a challenge. But if I tell him the truth, that I’m getting attached and wanting more, he’s liable to back off. If Bennett is Superman, then even a whiff of something resembling commitment will be his kryptonite.
“I told Kindra about freezing up because I didn’t want anyone to be upset with you,” I blurt. “I knew what you did for me, saving me from looking like an idiot, and I wanted someone to know the truth. That I was appreciative of what you did for me, not upset.”
“What does that have to do with fucking me?”
“Don’t you see what’s happening? You stole that kill to save my ass, and I fessed up to Kindra to save your ass. The dynamic has shifted, which can only mean we’re in danger of developing feelings.”
“Do you always over analyze things, or is this a new problem?”
I don’t know why I expected him to understand.
His hand travels higher, his fingertips nearly brushing against the denim over my pussy. And I want them to. Fuck, I want him to rip off my clothes and touch me harder. What is wrong with me?
I place my hand over his to stop his tempting teasing. “Please don’t make me weak. I need to be strong right now.”
He sits up and breathes against my neck as I grip his hand in mine. His lips move over my skin, speaking words I can’t hear, gentle whispers meant only for that hidden part of me I keep locked away.
But that part of me doesn’t want to remain hidden. It rattles inside its confines, begging to break free. Begging for his fingers, his mouth, his pierced cock.
His fingers snake out of my half-assed hold, and he squeezes my flesh as he gives my neck a gentle nip. “Tell me what you want me to do. Just say the word and I’ll leave this room. I promise. But if you want me, tell me now.” He sucks my skin and squeezes my thigh in his powerful hand. “Tell me, kitten. Tell me what you want.”
I can’t think with his mouth writing a sonnet on my skin. My brain shuts down so that I can only feel, and my body screams out for his touch. For more. For everything.
“Fuck me, Bennett,” I say on a moan. I push him down and straddle his waist in one movement. “Let’s do it. Let’s fuck. And if you get attached, you’ll just have to deal with it.”
He grips the hem of my sweater and raises it as far as he can, but he isn’t fast enough. I need to be naked right now, before I can change my mind. I hop off his lap and strip off my clothes as he hurries to remove his shirt.
“What if you’re the one who falls?” he asks as he takes in my naked body with unrestrained lust in his blue eyes. “What do we do when you can’t get enough of me?”
I climb onto his lap again, grinding my bare pussy over his jeans. “You don’t have to worry about that. You’re too chaotic for me.”
He pulls me down and sucks my left nipple into his mouth. Pleasure pulses through my pussy as he nibbles the sensitive nub.
“You don’t have to worry either,” he whispers against my breast before pulling me down and blindly pawing with his hands. “You’re too high maintenance for me.”
“You’re too immature,” I moan as he squeezes my breast and sucks my nipple until pain wells to the surface.
I pull away from his mouth and slide down his abs, licking each ridge on my way to his waistband.
Bennett groans and places his hand on the crown of my head. “And you’re fucking obnoxious.”
With a smile, I nip his skin, and his body jerks. “You’re arrogant as fuck.”
“Your ingenue act pisses me off.”
I unzip his pants, then lower them and his boxers, revealing his thick cock. When I get to his feet, his boots stop my progress. “You have no manners.”
He sits up and struggles to unlace his boots. The thin laces tangle and knot together. With a grunt, he wrenches them off, nearly taking his feet with them. The pants and boxers follow, and he tosses everything to the floor.
“You’re the antithesis of suave,” I say.
“Hey, it was my turn.” He grips my shoulders and pushes my back onto the bed, putting himself back in control. “You’re too fucking pretty.”
“That’s not a burn. That’s a compliment.” I shiver as he situates himself between my legs and looks down at me.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
I nod because I can’t bring myself to say yes. This is a terrible idea, and I still have time to change my mind, but my pussy is a wanton, thirsty bitch, and his cock is a tall, fat drink of water.
Drown me .
“Oh, I almost forgot!” He climbs off the bed and goes for his pants. As he digs around in the pockets, I hear the crinkle of plastic. He brought a fucking condom, which means he knew I’d give it up. Am I really so predictable?
But as he approaches the bed again, I see that it isn’t a condom at all. It’s another giant peppermint stick like the one I deep-throated down in the rec room.
I’m not really one who finds that sex and food make a good pairing, but the honey situation was pretty fucking hot. Maybe if I can take off my Judgmental Janice glasses for a moment, I can try something new.
He slides his hips between my legs again, then lowers the long red-and-white stick toward my face. “I want to see you suck it again.”
That . . . wasn’t where I thought this was going, but okay.
I part my lips and look up at him as he slides the peppermint stick onto my tongue. He pushes it in and out of my mouth, gently guiding it over my tastebuds. With each inward breath, a cool, minty rush coats my lungs.
Then I feel it. His cock. Rubbing against my slit.
I close my eyes and moan around a mouthful of peppermint. This is so wrong, but fuck, I can’t stop myself. I want this. I want him .
He pulls the girthy stick from my mouth and leans back so he can drag it through my slit. “Fuck, your pussy looks good enough to eat.”
I spread my legs.
“Oh, is that what you want, kitten ?”
I bite my lip and nod, anticipating the sweet heat of his tongue on my clit, but as he pulls the peppermint candy away, I question if I answered correctly. Bennett isn’t exactly known for giving me what I want. I probably should have said no so that he would see it as a challenge.
But the man continues to be full of surprises. He drops to his stomach and drags his tongue up the length of my pussy. I shudder and let out a whimper in response.
“You’re so wet, and I’ve hardly gotten started.” He dives between my legs again, lapping and licking and teasing me until I ache.
“Please make me come,” I beg.
“I will, but I’m not done with you just yet.”
Something unyielding presses against my opening, and I don’t need to look down to see what he’s planning to slide inside me. It’s that peppermint stick, and he’s about to turn my insides into a winter wonderland.
I tilt my hips, essentially giving him permission. Because that’s what his hesitation feels like. A question. Is this okay? Are you okay? It’s so unlike him, and it makes me feel...special.
With his answer secured, he slips the peppermint stick into my pussy as he lowers his hungry mouth to my clit. While easing the stick in and out to slicken the candy, he sucks and licks me until my thighs begin to quiver. The peppermint creates a simultaneous cooling and warming sensation inside me, and I’m right on the verge of an amazing orgasm.
“Hey, Cat? Are you coming to lunch?” Kindra says...just outside my fucking door.
I freeze.
Bennett freezes.
Even my orgasm hovers at the edge and waits for what will happen next.
“Can I come in?” she adds.
“Just a second!” I shout. “I’m...uh, I’m in the middle of something.”
I look down at Bennett, and he shakes his head, which is still situated between my legs. His chin scruff brushes over my pussy lips and sends a pleasurable sensation crawling along my spine.
“N-no! No! Don’t come in! I’m . . . masturbating.”
“Oh...okay, well, come to lunch when you’re finished, I guess. But remember to wash your hands!”
“Okay, I’ll be down soon!”
Bennett and I look at each other before we both relax and breathe a sigh of relief as the sound of her footsteps fades down the hall. I go to sit up, figuring the moment is ruined, but he grips my thighs and holds me in place.
“We aren’t leaving this room until we fuck and get this out of our systems,” he says. “No more interruptions. No more excuses. You’ll go to lunch with my come inside you, and that’s that, understood?”
I look down at his face between my thighs. This isn’t like moments ago when he asked a question. This is a demand, and my answer has no weight.
But I answer with a nod anyway.
“Good girl,” he growls before creating a vacuum seal between his mouth and my clit.
My head tips back, and I see stars. Sensation rushes between my legs again, as if we weren’t just put on hold. He drives the peppermint stick into me in time with his suction, and I’m about to come.
Hard.
He senses this and growls against my mound, creating a pleasurable vibration that rockets me over the edge. I grip the pillows behind my head and grit my teeth so that I don’t cry out. Jim spared no expense on the mansion, but the walls are paper thin. If I open my mouth and sing Bennett’s praises for the Lord’s work he’s doing between my legs, everyone in the dining hall will hear me.
I swallow each moan until I’m filled with pleasure. When I can’t possibly take another gulp, I push his head away.
“Fuck, you really are an ace at that,” I moan. I can’t remember the last time I felt this relaxed.
He pulls the peppermint stick out of me, and I’ve never been so empty. But I don’t feel that way for very long, because something else just as hard and unyielding and thick presses against me now.
I brace myself as he enters me, expecting him to just barrel inside me without any care, but he’s surprisingly gentle. A little too gentle, actually. The piercing in the head of his cock brushes in and out of me, but he isn’t really going for it like I thought he would.
Then I learn why.
We’re still in the foreplay stage.
He climbs up my body, positioning his knees just below my armpits. He grips the headboard to steady himself, then lowers his dick toward my mouth. “Open up. Let me fuck your pretty face.”
Looking up at him, I part my lips and guard my teeth as he enters my mouth. Tears spring to my eyes almost immediately as he pushes his cock to the back of my throat and holds it there.
At least it tastes like peppermint.
I hold off a gag for as long as I can, but my body eventually retches and tries to force the massive object from my throat.
Bennett swipes the tears from my cheeks and looks down into my eyes. “That’s it, kitten. Choke on me. I want you to gag. I want your tears.”
Once again, Bennett is introducing me to things I’ve always thought were gross and now am second-guessing. I’m not quite ready to scream out and say, Hurt me, daddy , but I’m close.
“Can I take you now?” he asks, his voice a gravelly whisper as he shallowly thrusts to the back of my throat. “Can I use your body selfishly? Can I fuck you with only my pleasure in mind?”
He pulls his cock from my throat to allow me the air to answer.
And like the horny bitch I am, I say yes to all of it.