9. Ben
9
BEN
I crawl back from her and stand up. My clothes feel even more constricting now. I take off my shirt, pulling it over my head. I undo my belt and pants and then pull them and my underwear down in unrivaled anticipation. My cock bounces at release, and I wrap my hand around myself, stroking from root to tip. My hips jerk forward all the while watching Lexi, who is now staring up at me through hooded eyes.
She holds her hands out to me, and I climb onto the bed, positioning myself at her entrance. She’s slick as I stroke through her swollen lips. When the head of my dick strokes her clit, she arches into me. “I’m on the pill,” she moans.
I don’t know why that statement bothers me. I always wear a condom and don’t think twice about it, but the idea of not having to wear one with her has me leaking from my tip. “I’m clean,” I tell her. “I’ve always used a condom.”
She blinks, and her satisfied smile disappears. “I don’t want to hear about you with other women.”
I lean over her, kissing her until I’m breathless, and when I pull away, I roughly admit, “I’m not thinking of anyone but you.”
She reaches between us and wraps her hand around my girth. My hips jerk, and I shove my cock into her hand. “I need inside you, princess.”
She nods but doesn’t let me go. She strokes me a few more times and then positions me at her entrance.
As soon as I feel her honeyed warmth, my body pulls tight. I take a deep breath, wanting this to last but knowing I’m so close to losing control already. Slowly, I enter her, and she gasps. Her insides are gripping me, and I have to nudge my hips to fit into her. I stop and brush her hair off her face. “Breathe, princess.”
She nods and lets out a big breath.
Unable to stop, I am practically pleading with her as her cunt strangles my cock. “Are you okay?”
She wraps her legs around my waist and digs her heels into my ass, holding me to her.
“Ben.”
I glance up from where we’re connected and into Lexi’s wide, innocent eyes. She shakes her head. “Don’t hold back. I don’t want half of you; I want it all.”
There’s so much I can say to her right now. She has no idea how badly I’ve wanted her or how hard it is to hold back from her because I’m afraid that my need for her is too much for her to handle.
“I’m yours. All of me,” I tell her before I sink into her completely. A guttural groan leaves me. She feels good, so perfect in fact that I never want this to end.
I rut into her, going as deep as I can, wanting everything she’s willing to give me. “Please, please, please… don’t stop,” she pleads.
I reach between us, pressing my finger to her clit. With big deep strokes, I pummel into her, and she’s grunting as I fuck her into the mattress. This is all happening too fast, and I want to slow it down and make it last, but my body has a mind of its own. I slow my hips but continue stroking her clit. I try to catch my breath, and while I’m hovering over her, I stare into her big, blue, innocent eyes. Her face is filled with satisfaction, and I pull her hips up, taking her deeper. She groans. “Yes, right there.”
Her arousal is hot and slick. “Come for me, princess. I need to feel you come.”
She whimpers and whines as I stroke her inside and out. I know the minute the orgasm takes over. Her entire body tenses, she groans, and her hips start to jerk uncontrollably. She is practically strangling my cock with her tight pussy, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. My orgasm is quick, and instead of pulling out, I shoot my seed deep inside her.
She lifts her hands over her head and stretches with me still inside her. She wiggles and then smiles up at me.
I don’t want to pull out of her. Not now, not ever. “You okay?” I ask even though judging by the smile on her face, she’s more than okay.
She nods her head real big and mutters, “I’m good, perfect, couldn’t be better.”
Reluctantly, I pull out and then roll onto my back next to her. I wish she’d curl her body into me, but she surprises me by standing up and walking into the living room. I watch through the open door as she grabs her clothes and then holds them up, covering her body when she walks into the bedroom. Her eyes travel down my body, and she clears her throat and then gestures her head to a halfway open door. “Is that the bathroom?”
“Yeah.”
She sets her shoes down next to the bed, walks through the door, and shuts it behind her. I sit up and look at the closed door. Fuck, does she regret this already?
A few minutes go by, and I pull my underwear and jeans on and then sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to come out.
Her face is red when she walks out of the bathroom, fully dressed. She makes a big to-do of looking around the room, instead of at me. She sits down and starts putting on her shoes.
I try not let my emotion show, but my voice is thick with it. “Are you leaving?”
She shrugs. “Yeah, I figure I better. I don’t want to wear out my welcome.” Her mouth drops. “I mean, not that I plan on coming back. I’m not… I mean, I’m not going to just show up.”
I put a hand on her arm to calm her. “You got plans tonight?”
Her forehead creases, and she pulls her phone out of her pants pocket. “It’s eight o’clock.”
I laugh and nod. “Yeah. So?”
She shrugs. “No, I was just going to go to the dorm, that’s all.”
Now that I have the idea in my head, I can’t stop myself. “Come with me.”
She leans back, surprised. “Come with you where?”
Before I can talk myself out of it, I blurt out, “The club.”
Her eyes widen, and she doesn’t even try to hide the surprise. “You want me to come with you to your club?”
I stand up and pull my shirt over my head and finish putting on my socks and shoes. “Yeah. I have someone I want you to meet.”
She snarls her nose up. “Who, exactly?”
“Pres.”
She keeps staring at me. “Why do you want me to meet him?”
I reach for her and pull her up against me. “Because if we’re going to see each other, I need to introduce you to Pres.”
She blurts out, “See each other?” She points to the bed. “I thought that was a one-time thing.”
I put my hands on each side of her face and hold her so she’ll finally look at me. “One time was not enough.”
She lifts her chin in defiance. “And what? I’ll be your booty call? I won’t be a club cherry.”
I laugh because what she’s saying is ridiculous. “Honey, do you know what club cherries are?”
She looks almost disgusted. “I’m guessing they sleep with you guys when you want them to… I really don’t know what they do, but I’m not interested in sleeping with your club.”
There’s no hiding the possessiveness from my voice. “Princess, first of all, I’m not sharing you with anyone. Second of all, the cherries are part of the club. Yeah, they take care of some of the guys because they want to. They’re not forced to be there.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “Okay, so what is this then?”
Hell, I’m not ready to put a name on it. Maybe it’s because if I do, I’m afraid she’s going to realize that she doesn’t want me because the truth is she can do way better than what I have to offer her.
To buy some time, I pull her flush against my body, locking my hands at her waist. “Do me this favor. Go with me to the club, meet a few people, and if you decide it’s not what you want—that I’m not what you want—then I’ll take you to your dorm and let you walk away.”
I’m lying to her. I can’t let her go, not now, but she’s not the type of woman to appreciate me telling her what she can and can’t do.
She seems to think about it and shrugs. “Okay.”
“Okay? That’s it? You’re okay with going to meet the president of the Exiled Guardians? You’re not scared?”
She laughs this time. “Why would I be scared?” She puts her hand at my waist. “I mean, you’re going with me, right?”
I nod, and she shrugs again. “Well, I’ll be fine, then. Should we go? I have class in the morning.”
As I get ready, I think about what Gunner said earlier. Maybe Lexi can handle herself with the cherries.