Chapter 27 Bella
Bella
Ibarely had time to catch my breath before Bennett spun me around again and crashed his mouth back onto mine.
It was desperate and filthy. I kissed him just as hard, digging my nails into his shoulders so I could hold myself up. My ass was on fire, stinging from the spanking he had just given me, and still, I wanted more.
I was so on edge already that even the brush of his thigh between my legs felt like too much and not enough all at once. My clit throbbed with every heartbeat. My thighs were slick and I hadn’t even come yet.
But god, I could already tell this orgasm was going to be different.
Bigger. Deeper.
Life altering.
Bennett broke away long enough to yank his own shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere behind him. Then his hands were tearing at the waistband of my thong like it personally offended him. The thin straps snapped under his grip, and the soaked fabric hit the floor with a wet slap.
Holy shit.
“Bedroom,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “Now. Or I fuck you right here against the wall.”
I didn’t trust my legs to carry me that far, but I tried anyway, stumbling toward the stairs while he stalked after me. The second I reached the upstairs landing, he caught me around the waist and lifted me clean off the floor.
“I can still walk, you know,” I managed between giggles, even as my legs wrapped around his hips on instinct.
“Then I’m not doing my job right.”
He carried me the rest of the way like I weighed nothing, kicking the bedroom door shut behind us and dropping me onto the mattress. He followed me down, bracketing my hips, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand.
And just as quickly as it started, he stopped. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he said, already loosening his hold.
I wrinkled my brows with confusion. “Huh?”
Bennett’s eyes searched mine, the heat in them dimming just enough for worry to take over. He let go of my wrists completely, shifting his weight so he wasn’t pinning me anymore. His hands hovered uncertainly above me like he didn’t know what to do with them.
“That time in your apartment.” He exhaled hard through his nose, sitting back on his heels. “You didn’t like being pinned down. I should’ve remembered.”
My heart squeezed. I reached up, cupping his face with both hands.
“Hey,” I whispered. “I’m good. Really.”
He swallowed, still tense. “You sure? We can switch it up. There are plenty of other positions—”
“Did you hear me say yellow or red? No. I liked it this time. I want it. You holding me down, taking control—it feels good. Safe. Only with you though.”
He exhaled shakily, the tension bleeding out of his shoulders. His hands slid back to my wrists, slower this time, giving me every chance to pull away. When I didn’t, he pressed them back gently to the mattress, fingers lacing through mine.
“You still with me?” he asked, voice softer now, thumb stroking the inside of my wrist where he held me down.
“So fucking green.” I arched up into him, rolling my hips so he could feel how wet I still was. “Don’t you dare go easy on me now.”
His smile was slow, dangerous. He looked like a man who’d been starving for weeks and had finally found food.
“Wasn’t planning to.”
He released me only long enough to shove his pants and boxer briefs down in one rough motion. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already leaking at the tip.
“Hold tight, baby.” He dropped a quick kiss on my lips. “Gotta grab a condom from the bathroom.”
I caught his arm gently, shaking my head. This time, my heart was hammering for an entirely different reason.
“I’m on the pill—have been for a while, since it helps with my cycle.” My cheeks burned, but I didn’t look away. “I don’t want anything between us.”
He exhaled slowly, like he was processing every word.
“I haven’t been with anyone in months,” he said, voice low and earnest. “Not since last season. And I got tested right after that. Full panel, all negative.”
I nodded, smiling through the nerves.
“I trust you,” I told him. Something raw flashed across his face when I leaned up and nipped his lips. “And I want this. Just us.”
He groaned low in his throat. His hips jerked forward, the thick head of him nudging my entrance again, hot and bare and slick with both of us.
“You’re gonna ruin me, Arabella,” he rasped, voice shaking with restraint.
I whimpered, legs tightening around his waist to pull him closer. “Please, Bennett. I need you.”
He notched himself properly at my entrance.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered, nudging the blunt head of his cock inside me. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
I nodded, reaching up to cup his face. “I’m ready. Just, go slow at first?”
I was still slick and swollen from his fingers and the spanking, but this was different. Bigger.
He pushed forward, barely an inch, and I gasped at the stretch. Definitely bigger than three fingers. It wasn’t painful, just full. The kind of pressure that made my breath catch.
“Breathe, baby,” he whispered, thumb brushing my cheek. “In through your nose. Out slow.”
I did. In. Out. The burn eased a little, turning into something warmer, deeper. I shifted my hips experimentally, swallowing another small fraction of him inside me.
He groaned, dropping his forehead to mine. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Tell me when you’re ready for more.”
“Keep going,” I breathed. “Slowly.”
He did. Inch by careful inch, rocking gently, letting me adjust. Every tiny movement sent sparks up my spine. Pleasure edged that delicious burn, the feeling of being claimed so completely making my eyes sting.
When he was finally seated all the way, his hips flush against mine, he stilled again.
“Look at you, taking me so well. Every inch,” he murmured against my throat. “You’re stretching around my cock like you were made for it, Arabella.”
The praise hit me like a spark, heat flooding my core. I could feel myself easing around him, the glide becoming smoother with every slow rock of his hips.
“That’s it. Feel how wet you are? How you’re opening up for me? You love feeling me stretch you wide.”
“God.” I broke off on a moan when he pulled nearly all the way out of me and then sank back in. “I love it. I love feeling you.”
“You’re dripping around me already,” he breathed against my ear. “Soaking my cock. Making it so easy to slide in deep.”
His words combined with the way he filled me so completely pushed me higher. I dug my nails into his shoulders. I was so wet now that every glide felt obscene.
“Tell me when you want me to move.”
I rocked my hips up experimentally, feeling him shift inside me. A moan slipped out before I could stop it. “Now. Please.”
That was all he needed.
He started with long, deliberate drags in and out and that made me pulse around him. Each thrust built the heat higher. His breath hitched every time I clenched around him.
“You feel too good, baby.” His rhythm faltered for a second, then steadied, picking up speed. “Too fucking perfect.”
I arched into him, meeting every thrust, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. “Harder.” I gasped.
He growled and snapped his hips forward, driving deep enough to make me cry out. The pace turned ruthless after that. Hard, punishing thrusts that made the headboard bang against the wall in time with Bennett.
I was well past caring if anybody heard us. Let them hear.
I hooked one leg higher over his hip, changing the angle, and he hit that spot inside me that made white light burst behind my eyelids.
“Oh, fuck. Right there!”
He angled himself perfectly, grinding against my clit with every thrust, fucking me like he was trying to brand himself into my bones. Sweat slicked our skin. His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing then biting down just hard enough to make me moan louder.
“Come for me, Bella,” he demanded against my throat. “I want to feel you squeeze me while I fill you up.”
His raw, possessive words sent me soaring over the edge. I shattered around him with a broken cry, walls pulsing hard, clenching down like I could keep him there forever.
Bennett groaned like it hurt, his thrusts turning erratic.
He didn’t let me come down.
Before I had even finished fluttering around him, he pulled out of me. I cried out at the sudden emptiness.
“Turn over,” he rasped. “I want you from behind.”
My limbs felt liquid, but somehow, I found myself rolling onto my stomach and pushing up onto my knees at the center of the bed. He helped me forward until my chest was pressed to the sheets, ass in the air, face turned toward the headboard.
The position left me open and exposed. Dripping with both of us.
Bennett climbed on behind me, one hand smoothing down my spine in a long, possessive stroke that ended with a firm grip on my hip. His other hand wrapped around the base of his cock and notched it at my entrance again.
“Hands on the headboard,” he ordered, low and dark. “Hold on tight.”
I reached forward, curling my fingers around the cool iron bars. The metal warmed quickly under my palms as I gripped hard, bracing myself for what was still to come.
He sank into me again, even deeper than before. My breath punched out of me. The stretch was sharper like this, pressing against places that made my toes curl into the sheets.
I gasped.
“God—” My voice cracked. “I can feel you everywhere.”
From this angle, he felt even bigger. My pussy fluttered around him, still swollen and tender from the first round but so slick with my arousal that the glide was smooth.
Then he started to move.
Hard. Fast. Relentless.
Each thrust rocked my whole body forward until my breasts dragged against the sheets. His balls slapped against my clit with every stroke, sending sharp bursts of pleasure-pain through me.
One hand stayed clamped on my hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. The other slid up my spine, fisting gently in my hair, tilting my head back so he could lean over me, mouth at my ear.