Chapter 7 #3
His hands gripped her ass, holding her aloft as if she weighed nothing.
He used the leverage to pull out, nearly leaving her empty, before slamming back in.
His rhythm punished her for playing around with his feelings.
The sounds of their bodies meeting – the slap of skin, the frantic speed of her breathing, the soft groans he let out against her neck – filled the silent apartment.
This was what she had been missing. This was the connection her body had craved since the island.
Not a kiss on a couch. Not polite conversation over wine.
This. This desperate, animalistic fucking that eclipsed everything else.
“Is this what you wanted?” he growled against her ear. He punctuated the question with a particularly deep thrust that darkened her vision before she had the chance to close her eyes. “To just feel me inside you again?”
“Yes,” she managed, the word hardly part of her vocabulary, along with everything else. Her fingers clawed at his shoulders, seeking purchase as he pistoned into her, driving her back against the wall. The friction was exquisite, a delicious torment that coiled tighter in her core. “God, yes!”
Her head fell back, thumping dully against the wall and exposing the long line of her throat.
Benson took the invitation, his mouth latching onto the sensitive skin to suck and nip with a possessive hunger that was sure to leave its mark.
He wasn't just fucking her body. Benson was on a mission to make her forget anyone but him for one night.
He shifted slightly, changing the angle, and the head of his cock dragged perfectly against that spot deep inside her.
The one that made her whole body tremble.
The coil in her stomach snapped. Her orgasm tore through her with the force of a tidal wave, a silent scream catching in her chest as her muscles clenched around him.
Her whole body went rigid, then limp in his arms as he continued to drive into her, chasing his own release.
“I should come in you right here,” he snarled against her throat as his cock continued to pin her against the wall. “But I won’t.”
Granted, she was shuddering because of how he had made her feel, but she swore she sensed something happening in Benson’s body as he continued to kiss her throat and feeling up her ass against the wall. “You won’t?” she squeaked.
“No.” As if convincing himself instead of her, Benson pulled out, dropping Eden down to her feet. Her knees buckled, and she almost collapsed. “I’m a gentleman. I’m doing it in my bed.”
Eden barely had time to collect her breath – and pick up her underwear – before he yanked her by the arm and half-dragged her down the hallway to his room.
She stumbled behind him but was never in any danger of crashing down on his carpet.
If I did, would he fuck me right there? She was tempted to find out, but his strength was too much to fight against. Benson wanted her in his room.
That was where Eden ended up, her body landing on his bed as he left the door ajar and immediately felt her up from behind.
She couldn’t see. The lights were off, the only proof of reality coming from the lights twinkling across the street through the window and the living room lamp shining through the crack in the door.
As Eden’s dress was pulled down and off her body, she whimpered, remembering how this man had so easily undressed her so many times before.
“Yes…” His touch still lingered on her nipples even after he climbed on in front of her, his hard cock in easy reach. “Give it.”
He pulled it away from her face before she had the chance to get to work. “You sound desperate.”
“Fuck, yes, I am. Aren’t you?”
His growl simmered into the kind of purr that tickled every inch of her skin. Eden kissed the hard thigh beside her, hand reaching for the erection still covered in her orgasm.
“I’m eager, not desperate,” he told her. “Mostly eager to fuck this easy mouth of yours.”
Benson read her like a book. That’s right. She finally had access to him, her dress, bra, and underwear on the floor, leaving her totally naked as she grabbed the head of his cock and licked his rigid shaft. His hand was in her hair. Pull it, please. Her mouth was too busy to ask.
Instead, when she had a chance, she said, “That’s right. Easy. For you.”
“Funny.” He made himself comfortable against his pillows, his soft sweatpants still clinging for their lives against his thighs as she indulged in how good they felt against her skin. “I’m easy for you, too. You think I get this hard, this fast for just anyone?”
“Yes.”
He laughed from the pit of his diaphragm. “Just because I can get hard for almost anyone, doesn’t mean it happens in ten seconds. It takes someone special to turn me into a horny terror.”
Eden’s mouth parted over his tip, her knees digging into the bed as she savored the salty taste of his precum and the sweet sensation of her own climax in her mouth. Their flavors went together like the moon and the stars.
“You can come in my throat,” she told him.
“You can try. But I hope I don’t.”
She took that as a challenge.
It hung in the dark air between them. Eden didn't wait for a response. She descended, her lips parting to envelop the head of his cock again. The taste was immediate – the clean, salty musk of him, laced with the faint, sweet evidence of her own body. I’m getting greedy.
The more she experienced the way they tasted together, the more she wanted it.
Who needed fancy cocktails when this existed for a nightcap?
Eden started slow, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge.
I’ll worship the ground he walks on tonight.
Her hands rested on his powerful thighs, muscles tensing beneath her touch.
She could feel his control, the way he held himself perfectly still, surrendering to her ministrations as he fought to maintain his composure.
But Eden wanted to break him. She wanted to see him undone, to feel the surrender in his body, to hear it in his breath.
She took him deeper, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth.
The temptation was delicious, and where she thought she couldn’t do round two already, she now wished she had something to fill the emptiness between her legs.
Benson shifted. The way his breath grew heavier, his hips twitched with the urge to thrust… He wants to go all out. His hand, which had been resting lightly on her head, tightened, his fingers tangling in her hair. He wasn't forcing her, not yet, but he was taking her mouth as his. All his.
Eden went for it.
She took a deep breath through her nose, relaxed her throat, and pushed forward.
His cock slid deeper, past the point of comfort, into the tight, constricting space of her throat.
Her eyes watered, but she didn't pull back.
She held him there, her nose pressed against his sweatpants and her whole body focused on this single, intimate act of trust.
“Fuck,” he groaned. So raw. She wanted more. “Eden… your fucking mouth…”
He was close. So rigid in the way his cock swelled inside her mouth. He was on the precipice, and she was the one who had pushed him there.
But he wasn't going to fall. Not yet.
She slowly pulled back, her spit replacing her arousal on his cock. Her lungs burned for air, her jaw ached, and her heart fluttered in submission to him. She looked up at Benson, her vision blurry with eager tears. In the dim light, Eden saw the raw look boring down at her.
“Look at you,” he said in that low, haunting voice of his. “So fucking eager. You’d choke on me all night if I let you, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” Eden whispered, her voice hoarse. “All damn night.”
A cruel smile spread across his face. He reached down, thumb brushing away a stray tear that had tracked down her cheek. His touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the filth spilling from his lips.
“I knew it from the moment I saw you,” he said. “That sweet, innocent face hides a dirty little slut. A girl who gets wet at the thought of being used by a brute like me.”
He was right. Every word was a hammer strike against the dam of her self-control. She could feel the arousal gathering between her thighs. Fuck me again, brute. The aching emptiness was a plea from the void that was her need to be fucked.
“Well, I was a Butterfly,” she reminded him, grip locked on his cock. “You have to be a certain kind of slut to be one.” She meant it, too. Not anyone could do what she did last weekend – and like it.
“You love this, don’t you?” he continued, his hand tightening in her hair again, guiding her back down. “You love the taste of your own cunt on my cock. You love knowing I was just inside you, that I filled you up against the wall like a sweet slut. My slut.”
He thrust up into her mouth, not deep enough to choke her, but enough to make a point.
To remind her of who was in control. Of the power dynamic that had been established from the very beginning of their relationship.
But it was in my court all along. She could say no and walk away at any time.
Being treated like this? It was because she got off on it.
“Your throat is so tight around me.” Benson’s hips moved in a slow circle. “You’re trying to make me come, aren’t you? Trying to milk me dry with that pretty mouth.”
His words were a drug, and she was hopelessly addicted.
She surrendered, her body going limp, her only purpose to be a vessel for his pleasure.
She was no longer Eden, the woman with a complicated life and a head full of conflicting thoughts.
She was just a mouth, a throat, a body to be used.
Thank you, world. She had finally relaxed enough that she was in this space.
The blessed space of a submissive slut who could do whatever her man ordered.