Chapter Four #4
She dragged the layers over his head and tossed them to the side.
She let her hands drift over him, getting to know the valleys and plains of his body.
Pure need pulsed through her as she kissed his neck and let his scent wash over her.
Naked. She was naked with him, and it felt like the most natural thing she’d ever done.
Her nipples were tight nubs as she rubbed them against his chest before kissing her way down his torso.
She knew exactly what she wanted. They had so little time, but she wanted this.
She wanted to know how this man tasted on her tongue.
She stopped briefly at the scar on his left shoulder, the bullet wound now raised and white.
“So sorry about that, babe.” She kissed the scar and then ran her tongue around it before continuing down, not explaining that she was apologizing for her sister.
She did that a lot.
She dropped to her knees, the soft carpet cushioning the fall.
He wouldn’t know what she was doing when she spread her legs wide and placed her hands, palms up on her thighs.
He wouldn’t understand that she was greeting her true Dom for the first and last time.
After a moment, she reached up and unbuckled his belt and eased down the heavy fabric of his slacks and thermals.
Then his cock came free and she licked her lips.
“I knew you would be beautiful, Ben. I win that bet.”
She leaned forward and gripped his cock in her hand, loving the feel of it, the power she had as she began to serve him. She tongued his cockhead and he gasped, his hands sinking into her hair.
She was surrounded by him. She worked her tongue over every inch of his cock.
His taste, his heat and smell, the way he tugged on her hair in just the right way.
He was everything in that moment, and she found the sweetest sense of contentment.
It was joy mixed with lust, stirred with a bittersweet sense of what could have been.
She sucked him hard, wanting to give this man everything she had.
“Take more.” He pushed his hips forward, forcing that big cock deeper.
She loved the sensation. If they had time, she would let him fuck her mouth, treat her like a fuck toy that was all his to use. She would do it because it was fantasy and safe because he would never see her that way. He would love her.
“You have no idea what that deep voice does to me. I wish we had a chance to have a long talk about my personal kinks, but for now just know that I can take orders. I want to please you.” They’d never talked about a contract, never gone over hard and soft limits.
He stroked her hair as she settled in to finish the job. “You please me in every single way, baby. Now take me. Suck me hard and fast and don’t stop until I tell you to.”
The order sent a thrill down her spine, and she could already feel her pussy was wet and wanting. She licked her lips and settled back down, sucking him in long passes. After a moment she felt the hold on her hair shift from soft to a hard twist as he took control.
It was everything she wanted. He used her mouth for a moment, fucking his cock in and out before he tugged hard on her hair and stepped away.
She sat back on her heels, waiting for his command. It was nothing she would ever want in real life. She wouldn’t have a man telling her what to do. Well, not one who wasn’t her boss and happened to be her father, and even then it was a fifty-fifty shot that she obeyed.
But she would obey Ben here.
“Get on the bed and spread your legs for me. I want to see that pretty pussy before I eat it like a starving man.”
Yeah, she wasn’t going to argue with that order. Her whole body was humming with anticipation as she climbed on the bed and spread her legs for him.
He watched her, his eyes seeming to burn with lust in the low light. “Touch yourself. I want you to rub your clit and get it hot and ready for me. I want that pussy wet. I want to lick that pussy and get cream all over my tongue. Do you understand me?”
“You’re killing me.” She drew her hand down her body until she found her pussy and brushed her fingers over the pearl of her clitoris.
Ben stepped out of his pants and stroked his cock as he looked down at her. He was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. So masculine and perfect. She even loved his scars. They marked him as a warrior. As her mate.
He climbed on the bed, looking like a sexy predator ready for his feast. “Give me a taste.”
She offered up her fingers, the ones that were coated in her cream. He brought them to his lips, sucking them inside. Pure heat flashed through her, and she bit back a groan.
“You taste perfect, but I’m going to need more.” He covered her body with his, leaning down to kiss her, and she tasted herself on his tongue.
She gripped the covers as he moved down her body. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and then the other, laving them with his affection. Every tug of his mouth made a straight line to her pussy.
“Please, Ben.” The words came out of her mouth on a low moan as she spread her legs even further.
She watched as he lowered his mouth and covered her pussy.
Sparks. She could feel damn sparks hitting her body.
His tongue was motherfucking magical. She could barely breathe.
He’d just started in, and she could feel the orgasm building.
She was out of control, and it was all right because he was here.
She didn’t need control. All that mattered was him.
She sank her fingers into his hair. It was the tiniest bit long and so silky.
She swore she saw stars as he eased a big finger inside her and his tongue ground over her clitoris. That finger curled inside her, finding her sweet spot, and she went over the edge.
The orgasm made her stiffen and then relax, pleasure flooding her system.
Ben got to his knees, stroking his cock. She watched as he picked up one of the condoms and rolled it on. She could have told him he didn’t need to, but her breath caught and he moved over her, settling himself between her legs.
She loved his weight on top of her, loved the feel of his muscular back under her palms. She definitely loved the way he worked that big cock of his into her. She groaned as he stretched her with every thrust of his hips, sending him deeper and deeper.
It was beyond anything she’d felt before. This was what making love meant. She’d had sex before, good sex, but this was something more. This was what singers wrote songs about. This was love.
His hair fell over his forehead in the sweetest curl, but his expression was all arousal.
He fucked her hard, making her eyes widen with every thrust. All the while Ben held eye contact with her.
He watched her, giving her his every expression.
He opened himself to her and she found a home she hadn’t expected.
Then her whole body was awash in sensation as the second orgasm hit. She clutched him, her nails digging in lightly, but she didn’t care. She wanted to mark him, then he could mark her. She wanted a physical sign that they had been together. Even if no one would ever see it.
She felt the moment of his orgasm. He tensed and held himself hard against her, his breath heaving in and out and making that beautiful chest move.
When he let his body fall on hers, she wrapped her arms around him.
She held him for a moment before the chill hit her skin and she couldn’t hold back the shiver that went through her. Tears threatened, but she blinked them back. How long did they have?
“Baby, let’s get under the covers. I want to hold you.” His voice was so tender.
No panicking. Just peace. It was not a bad way to go. She kissed him and gave him a smile. “I can get with that. But go and get rid of that condom first. I do not want that slipping off and going everywhere. Sticky is not the new black.”
His lips curled up before he brushed their lips together again. “I’ll be right back. Get under the covers. I want you warm.”
She loved it when he got bossy. “Yes, Sir.”
He walked off and she did as he asked. She slid under the covers, trying to avoid the red light across the room. She didn’t want to look at it. Didn’t want to know how little time she had left. And yet she caught sight of it.
3:10
She was in love with him. She’d known it for a long time. Likely since the minute she’d seen him through those glasses of Lou’s. She wished so much she’d been the one with Tash in that bar that day and she’d had this time with him. Maybe if she’d been there, they wouldn’t be here.
Except Huisman would always have come between them.
He might think he won because they were both about to die, but they were going together, and that wasn’t a loss.
She stared at the clock, her life running through her mind.
It had been good. So good. Her parents were weird, and she loved them for it.
She’d had such good brothers and sisters.
Such a loving home. And she’d gotten to meet her nephew.
She would never joke about Travis wearing a condom again.
It was one more blessing the universe had given her.
Like this one.
2:37
Ben strode out and she drew back the covers, welcoming him. He immediately pulled her into his arms.
“I hate that I wasted all this time,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. “I should have made a move, should have told you that first time that I thought you were the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen, but you seemed so cold.”
“About that.” She could tell him anything now. She rubbed her cheek against his chest seeking his warmth and affection. “I’m glad you didn’t because it would have been awkward.”
“I tried to kiss you in Croatia, but Mr. Lemon showed up. Do you remember? I still hold a grudge. It was like he was your dad or something.”
She smiled against his chest. “I remember. You danced with me. I wish we’d danced more.”