Chapter 26 Bennett #2
I didn’t give her time to second-guess. We found the hem of the jersey together—her hands helping mine—and yanked it up and over her head in one rough motion. Her bra came next. I unhooked it with one hand, dragging the straps down her arms and letting it fall to the floor.
Her breasts spilled into my palms. Pink, flushed nipples already tight from the condo’s cool air. My head lowered before I could stop myself.
I flicked my tongue out, tracing the underside of one of her tits before circling the areola in lazy spirals. She arched toward me with a soft whimper, fingers threading into my hair. I closed my lips around the peak, sucking lightly, letting my tongue swirl over the sensitive tip.
“Bennett.”
I hummed against her, the vibration making her gasp, then grazed her with my teeth. Just the lightest scrape.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured against her skin, switching to her other breast. “I could spend hours buried between your tits.”
I sucked harder this time, pulling the nipple deep into my mouth while my hand cupped the weight of her breast. Her back bowed off the wall, like she was chasing my touch.
I released her with a soft pop, blowing cool air over the wet peak just to watch it tighten further. Then I went back for more. Nibbling gently, teeth catching the very tip before I soothed the ache with slow, open-mouthed kisses.
She was trembling now. Full-body shivers as her hips ground against my thigh in helpless rocks.
“Bennett, please—”
I lifted my head just enough to meet her eyes.
“Still with me?”
“Yes.” She gasped. “Please don’t stop.”
I kissed her again, tasting her desperation while my hands went to work on the button on her jean shorts. I shoved the denim over her hips, taking her panties halfway with it.
She kicked the shorts off quickly, leaving her in nothing but a black thong—thin straps cutting across her hips, fabric clinging uselessly to her swollen folds.
“Hands on the wall, baby,” I ordered, voice low. “And don’t move them.”
“Or else what?” she teased.
I narrowed my brows. “Or else this stops. And I make you wait even longer. Tease you until you’re dripping down your thighs and begging me to touch you.”
She swallowed visibly, weighing the options.
“Is that what you want? Because I can play that game all night.”
The teasing glint in her eyes flickered, replaced by something hotter, hungrier. She spun to face the door, placing both palms flat against the wall. Fingers splayed, back arched just enough to push her ass toward me.
“Good girl,” I murmured, the words rough with approval.
I stepped back just enough to look.
Jesus.
Ass thick and round, head turned so she could watch me over her shoulder. The thong disappeared between her cheeks, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. My cock throbbed painfully behind my zipper.
I smoothed one hand down the length of her spine slowly, letting her feel every inch of contact. When I reached the small of her back, I paused.
“How much do you want?”
“I . . . don’t know,” she said, voice shaky.
“That’s okay. We’ll start slow.”
I hooked two fingers under the waistband of the thong at her hip, tugged it aside just enough to bare her completely, then brought my other hand down.
The first smack landed sharp across her right cheek, enough to sting. She gasped, then pushed back for more.
“Want more?”
“Yessss,” she whined.
I gave it to her, this time applying the same force to her left side. The sound cracked through the quiet condo.
“Do you want it harder?” I rubbed the warm spot in slow circles.
“Bennett, please. You don’t need to treat me like I’m going to break.” She winked at me over her shoulder. “I can take it.”
I spanked her again, harder this time. Alternating sides while building a steady rhythm. Each impact made Bella cry out, sharp mewls that broke off into moans halfway through. Her thighs trembled. I could see how wet she was, glistening even in the low light.
After another six swats, I rested my hand on her ass, kneading the pink flesh.
“Color?” I murmured, lips against her shoulder.
“Green.” She panted. “Bright green.”
I pressed a kiss to her skin and then delivered three more smacks in rapid succession, relishing the way her ass jiggled with every impact. She arched higher, seeking relief.
“Spread your legs,” I told her.
She did, widening her stance, giving me better access.
I slid a hand between her thighs from behind, fingers gliding through slick folds. She was fucking drenched, just like I knew she would be.
She cried out when I plunged two fingers inside her. Loud enough that I was suddenly glad we had the entire floor.
“Oh, baby,” I growled against her ear. “You fucking loved that, didn’t you?”
“Bennett, please. I need you inside me.” She rocked back onto my hand, riding my fingers shamelessly. “I need you to fuck me.”
I pulled my fingers free and brought them to her lips. She sucked them clean without hesitation, her eyes locked on mine.
Yeah, we were both done waiting. It was time to make her mine.