CHAPTER 36 BOWER #2
He kisses my forehead and helps me clean up with soap before he lathers up his own body. Once we rinse and dry off, he helps me into my silk robe and then slips on his sweatpants.
Once we’re on the couch, and he has me sit on his lap once again, I show him everything I’ve worked on so far.
“You know, I think I could see if we could get the clubhouse on the mezzanine level for the book club,” he says.
“What’s that?” I ask as his hand finds my thigh. He’s never not touching me and I love it.
“An event space for corporate parties and whatnot. I could have Gretchen speak to the front office and see if it’s a space we can reserve every month. Would make sense, too, because then it really is Books with Bombers since it’s taking place in the stadium.”
“That is actually a really clever idea, and any decor we use can just be stored there and we can reuse it.”
“Yeah, that works.”
I turn toward him, grip his chin, and kiss him right on the mouth. “You’re so smart.”
“Hell, if that’s the kind of praise I get for a good idea, how else can I help?”
“You’re so horny,” I say with a shake of my head, going back to my notes.
“Because I’ve been waiting years to get you naked.”
“Yes, but you’ve had your conquests in between.”
“Yeah.”
Curious, actually, I turn around and push him back on the couch as I straddle him again, my hand resting on his chest.
“Tell me about them.”
“About the girls I fucked?” he asks, looking confused.
“Yeah, I want to know about them.”
“Why?” he asks.
I shrug. “Would it be weird if I thought it was hot, thinking about you with other women?”
“Weird, no. But if it was the other way around, I’d rather cut my ears off than hear about you with other men.”
“That’s because you’re possessive, and I’m more curious. So tell me, who was the last girl you fucked?”
He glides his hand over his jaw and thinks about it. “Uh…shit, I think it was in Houston. Earlier this summer.”
“Houston, huh? What did she look like and where did you meet her?”
“You really want to know?”
I nod, fascinated and curious…and maybe turned on, all at the same time.
“Okay, uh…Nolan brought her up to me at the bar. I had a few drinks. I was horny as shit and well, she was hot.”
“Yeah?” I ask, my robe falling over my shoulder, exposing it as I lightly move over his cock. “What did she look like?”
Getting into it now, he says, “She was a brunette, curvy hips, killer lips.”
“Mm.” His hands undo the tie of my robe so the sides open up. “What about her tits?”
“Average,” he answers. “Everything about them were average. Just plump enough, nice nipples.”
I start to rotate a little faster on his lap, picturing her in my head, him with her as he pushes my robe down so now it’s sitting in the crooks of my elbows, my body fully exposed to him.
“How did you fuck her?”
He wets his lips, his eyes grazing over my body, his hands moving up to my breasts. “She had a great ass, so I bent her over the bed and fucked her from behind.”
I can see it in my head. A curvy brunette, in a skirt, bent over the bed, and Bennett seeking out his own pleasure, just pounding into her relentlessly, his muscles flexing, his fingers imprinting into her skin…
God, I’m growing wet.
“Did you spank her?”
“Yeah,” he says.
“Show me.” I let the robe fall to the ground and then lean forward just enough for him to have a good angle.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers before his hand draws back and then connects with my flesh with a snap.
“Mmmmm,” I moan into his ear. “Again.”
He spanks me again, and then soothes his hand over the spot before going at it a third and fourth time, making me so wet and ready that I sit up, my breasts grazing his face before I stand up, tug on his pants until his cock springs free.
Then I turn around, straddle him so my back is to his chest, and I lift up, only to fall back down on his cock.
“Jesus,” he says, his arm snagging around my waist and pulling me up against his chest. His hand slides up my stomach and right to my breast where he cups me, squeezing my flesh and playing with my nipple.
“What did she sound like? Was she loud?”
“Not like you,” he says as I rock up and down over him.
“What did she feel like?”
“Tight,” he says. “But not as tight as you.”
“Did you make her come?”
“What the hell do you think?” he says with such a cocky attitude that it turns me on even more.
“Did you pull out or come inside of her?” I ask, grinding down on top of him as his other hand slides between my legs and plays with my clit.
“Pulled out, took my condom off, and came on her back.”
“Fuck, that’s so hot. Did you claim her like you claimed me?”
“No,” he says, pinching my nipple, almost making me yelp. “She meant nothing to me, just a way to get off while I fucking thought of you the entire time.”
“You did?” I ask, feeling breathless.
“All the fucking time. It’s always been you in my head.
” His hand roams from my breast up to my neck, where he holds me tightly, his lips speaking directly into my ear.
“Whenever I was with someone, or alone, it was you, right there, in my vision. You bent over the bed, me fucking you. You, in the shower, jerking me off…every scenario, it was you.”
“Fuck,” I whisper, so turned on by that. “How much did you want me?”
“Every goddamn day,” he whispers, his lips caressing my cheek.
“And when you saw me…”
“Yearned, fucking burned for you. I was desperate, cherished every second while wishing that you would look my way, joke with me, touch me…”
“And when I did?” I ask, moving faster on top of him, his cock so big that I can practically feel him in my stomach.
“I’d think about it for days.”
“Would you touch yourself at night?” I swivel my hips, trying to get the right position to push me over the edge as my orgasm builds at the base of my spine.
“Yeah, I would.”
“Would you ever look at a picture of me and fuck yourself?”
“The picture of you in a bikini at the lake…”
“Oh my God, that’s so hot.” I turn my head to kiss him, and his hand climbs from my neck to my jaw, holding me in place as his tongue connects with mine.
His other hand moves up from between my thighs to my breast, where he plays with my tits, heightening the experience for both of us until I’m gasping and pulling away, my body falling forward so my hands are planted on the coffee table in front of me, my legs are tucked under, next to his, and I have the perfect angle and leverage to lift up and slam back down on him.
“Fuck,” he groans as his fingers dig into my skin. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me. Use me.”
I bounce on top of him, the angle making him go deeper and hitting that special spot. My fingers curl into the coffee table as that fuzzy, dizzying feeling starts to overwhelm me, my orgasm right there…
“God, Bennett…you’re so big. I love your cock.” His hand slides up my spine, all the way to my hair, where he twists his fist into the strands and then lightly pulls my head back.
“Then fuck yourself with it,” he says.
I scream his name as my orgasm tears into me, pulse after pulse of pleasure hitting me all at once as I feel feral with my hips, bouncing and grinding until I feel him stiffen under me, his cock swelling, and then he’s groaning.
“Jesus fuck, baby.” He thrusts up into me a few times, his orgasm the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
He lets out a deep breath, lets go of my hair, and then pulls me back so I’m up against his chest again.
He looks over my shoulder, his hand running like a feather over my stomach and my breasts, turning me on all over again.
“I will never get enough of you,” he says as he plays with my pebbled nipples. “Never.”
“Good,” I say, squeezing his cock with my pussy, getting turned on all over again. “Because I can’t give this up.” I turn so I can kiss him on the lips. “I can’t give you up.”
“Not going anywhere, beautiful.” His tongue runs across mine and I moan before leaning to the side until my back hits the couch.
I place one leg up on the back of the couch and the other off the side.
I wet my fingers with my tongue and then bring them down to my clit when I say, “I want your mouth now.”
His eyes light up as he shifts on the couch, naked, ready to have a feast.