Chapter 5 #2
He said he was clean, and I trusted him. I got tested right after, and he hadn’t lied. And for whatever reason, maybe it was the way he always caught me when I tripped, or showed up to our meetings early, how he always did exactly what I asked at work. Whatever it was, I still trusted him.
His hands cupped my cheeks, dragging me to his lips. Red, hot heat spread through me as his mouth moved over mine, demanding and unyielding. It was more than passion; it was carnal need. Raw and ruthless.
My body responded to his without hesitation, and I melted into his every touch.
My eyelids fluttered open, locking onto his intense gaze.
Darkness filled his green eyes, and he grasped the nape of my neck.
So much swirled behind those irises, thoughts that echoed mine.
He wants me. I want him. He’s craved this moment since Halloween.
I’ve craved his body for two months. Ecstasy is within reach…
but if we rush it, it’s gone too soon, too fast.
His head dipped, taking my nipple into his mouth before moving to the next. His hands tightened on my hips, slamming me into each mind-numbing thrust.
My head lolled back, absorbing the pleasure.
His hand pressed into my back, urging me toward him.
My breasts met the hard, hot skin of his chest, his hairs a harsh contrast to my smoothness.
I tightened my hold around his neck, my legs wrapping around his waist as his rough pumps slowed into deliberate strokes.
“I shouldn’t want you this much.” His voice rumbled against my ear. “But I can’t fucking get enough of you.”
“Then you better make this last,” I said, taking a breath to steady my voice. “Because it’s never happening again.” Even I knew how weak those words sounded, but when the sex haze lifted and reality set in, I’d find a way to stick to my resolve.
“If this is the last time.” His lips brushed my chin, trailing along my jaw until his hot breath was against my ear. “Then I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”
“There’s that arrogance again.”
He slammed into me. The legs of the table scratched against the stone floor. My head lolled, body arched, proving he could back up his ego.
I lifted, bringing my body back to his. Our mouths found each other in a frenzied crash of lips, teeth, and tongues. His hands pressed to my cheeks, pulling me closer, holding me as if he never wanted to let me go.
Loud breaths mingled. Sweat coated our skin, and every thrust of his hips brought me closer to the peak. My eyes opened, immediately locking on the desire filled green of his. A new sensation coursed through me and went straight to my heart.
Visions of a future together. Of waking up in the morning to these same eyes. A happiness I’ve never known myself, but have seen in my siblings and best friend, feeling like it was in my grasp.
It was too much.
I pressed my hand to his chest and forced him back. He didn’t even question me, just went with it. When his cock slipped from me, I felt the loss instantly. I bent over the table, spreading my legs to accommodate him.
His large hand circled my waist, heat spreading from every place his fingers touched.
He guided me toward him, swiping his engorged head into my slick folds.
His body draped over me, yanking me into his solid muscles.
The corded veins in his arms bulged as he surged forward, impaling me in heated bliss.
His lips found my neck. One hand held my hip while the other roamed, sparking my skin.
He cupped my breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching my beaded nipple.
Pleasure overwhelmed me. My body shook, unable to contain it. Ben’s hand on my hip moved, sliding across me until he found the sensitive bud. He circled it, eliciting an uncontrollable plea from my lips. His finger worked in tandem with his other as it continued its delicious assault on my nipple.
The sensations grew, sprawling out like grape vines, twisting and turning through my body, weighing me down with unadulterated bliss.
It was too much, yet not enough. Never enough. I wanted more. I wanted every drop of him.
He pulled back, my muscles tightened, and he slammed into me. A carnal growl rumbled his throat, and my muscles tightened more.
“Fuck,” he bit off as his pace quickened, his finger circled faster and his lips sucked harder on the spot behind my ear that might as well had a line straight to my clit.
A tremor rippled through me, followed by another. Pleasure built from my core, rising like the sun, dispersing hot rays that licked across my skin until I was burning from the inside out.
He nipped at my earlobe, his tongue snaking out and running along the curve. White lights burst behind my eyes, consuming me as the rush of sexual decadence dragged me into a puddle of indecency.
Time slipped away as all I could do was revel in the aftershocks, absorbing each one. He thrust into me hard, fast, and with no abandon, each drive setting off a rolling wave of new ecstasy that lifted me from my puddle, bringing me higher and higher.
His pace picked up again, rendering me useless, unable to do anything but allow his strong arms to hold me as he powered into me with unrelenting strokes. The table creaked beneath his strength. He grabbed both sides of my waist, fingers digging deep into the over-sensitized flesh.
The world around me shuddered, incoherent noises sputtering from my lips before a cry so carnal, so raw, tore from my throat like a truth I couldn’t ignore.
He slowed, his forehead falling to my shoulders, our ragged breaths tangling in the silence surrounding us. For a moment, there was nothing but him, the warmth of his breath against my overly heated skin, the racing of my heart, and something else. Something deeper settling into my chest.
He turned me in his arms, those damn green eyes softer now. He brushed the sweaty mess of brown strands from my face and placed a chaste kiss on my lips.
“What are you doing?” I asked, hating that my one-night stand—okay two-night stand—was suddenly feeling like something more.
“Taking it all in. As much as I don’t want you to forget this.
” He glanced to where our bodies were joined.
“I don’t want to forget, either. If I never get to have you naked and writhing beneath me again, I want to at least be able to remember every sensation, every ragged breath, every sound you made as you came undone for me.
” His thumb brushed lightly across the apple of my cheek, sending a different kind of heat through me.
One that was less fiery, more comforting, and far more dangerous.
“Sherry, I—”
My hand slammed over his mouth as a laugh drifted down the stairs. “Someone’s coming,” I said, jumping away from him and grabbing our discarded clothes. I tossed Ben his shirts and took off toward the tunnel.
Without a word, he followed just as Rose’s and Wyatt’s voices became clear.
Ben and I disappeared into the shadows, the weight of what he was about to say hanging heavier than the silence that followed.