Chapter 7 #3
"Slippery when wet," he chuckled. "I'll pin you against the tile and fuck you until the hot water runs out."
Every new scenario only made her more excited. But the real prize, the ultimate destination, was just down the hall. She slowed her pace, leaning in to whisper against his lips. "You know what I really want?"
Benson’s grip tightened. "What's that?"
"I want you in my bed," she breathed. "I want you to throw me down and spread my legs. I want you to rail me so hard I can't walk tomorrow. I wanna feel you for days."
A wicked grin spread across his face. "You want me to break your bed, is that it?"
"I want you to break me," she corrected, grinding down hard. "I want to be a fucking mess in my own sheets, completely wrecked by you."
Benson’s control snapped. He wrapped one arm tight around her waist, the other gripping the back of her neck.
In one fluid, powerful motion, he stood up, lifting her with him.
His cock was still buried deep inside her as he started walking toward the bedroom.
"Hold on," he growled. "You're about to get exactly what you asked for. "
Eden whimpered, a sound of pure bliss even to her own ears. Her world narrowed to the strength of his arms, the thickness of him still impaling her as he moved. She rained kisses on his neck, his jaw, any part of him she could reach. This was heaven.
He kicked open her bedroom door and lowered them onto her double bed, the mattress absorbing them despite protest. He stayed inside her, propped on his arms, a smirk on his face.
"Told you I'd get you in your bed." He properly fucked her again.
Slow, deep thrusts that made her reach for him with her breasts.
"Told you," he repeated, punctuating each word with a roll of his hips. “I get to be your first in this bed.”
She gasped, her hands flying to his arms. "Wait," she whimpered.
He didn't stop. "Wait for what, angel? You wanted this."
"No, I know," she panted, the pleasure making it hard to form words. "It's just... you're not the first in my bed.”
He stilled for a fraction of a second, then resumed that devastating rhythm, even slower this time. "Who was, then?"
"Liam," she confessed, the name almost inaudible as she pathetically recalled the other man to fuck her here. "He... he beat you by a few weeks.”
A low growl rumbled in Benson's chest. He drove into her, hard. "Liam," he repeated, the name as hot on his lips as it had been in Eden’s head. "Liam fucked you in this bed?"
"Yes," she moaned, the mix of pleasure and embarrassment making her head spin. He was fucking her while she confessed, making her little admission part of the game. “
He lowered his head, his lips brushing her ear. "Well," he whispered, his voice a dangerous caress. "Has he fucked you in the ass?”
Her eyes widened, and not just because he gave her a definitive slam toward her core. “No?” she squeaked.
“Mm.” Benson smothered her with his face and body, anchoring her with nothing more than his entire form. But especially his cock. It was in there. Deep. “Has any man fucked you in the ass before?”
She bit her lip. “Yeah,” she confessed. “Long time ago.”
“Did you like it, angel?”
Well, talk about something she’d rather not dwell on. “Let’s just say I think I’d like it a lot more with one of you.” After all, Liam had told her – and she would not say this here – that Benson loved ass.
"Then I'm claiming this ass," Benson declared. "Right here. In your bed.”
She gasped, but said nothing.
He pulled out, leaving her achingly empty. "Turn over," he commanded. "On your stomach."
Eden obeyed instantly, a thrill of nervous energy coursing through her. She flipped onto her front, her cheek pressed into her pillow. Her heart hammered against her chest.
"Now," he said, the sound of his belt buckle clinking sending a jolt through her. "Take those off."
Her hands trembled as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her bottoms, shoving them down her legs. She kicked them away, leaving herself completely bare and exposed to him. The rustle of fabric told her he was stripping too.
Benson was behind her now. She could feel the hungry, possessive intensity radiating from his naked body. "You remember what you told me?" he asked. "About those nights alone in this bed? With your vibrator?"
Her face burned. "Yes."
"I want you to get it," he ordered. "Get the toy you used thinking about me. Get it now."
Eden scrambled to the side of the bed, fumbling in the drawer of her nightstand. Her hand closed around her vibrator. She held it out to him.
"Not for me," he corrected, taking it from her. "For you. I want to watch you get it ready while I watch. Fuck yourself like you were fantasizing about me.”
The vibrator clicked to life with a low humming sound.
Eden pressed it against her clit, her hips instantly bucking backward.
She kept it there, maintaining persistent pressure.
Then she angled the tip, sliding it down to her entrance.
Her body yielded, the vibrator sinking in slowly.
She moved it in and out of her. In. Out.
To what end? Whatever gets me relaxed. Let’s be real. And this absolutely did the trick.
Benson watched, his fist a vise on his cock. He reached past her, his arm brushing her side. The nightstand drawer rattled open again before he moved his hand through her belongings. But he wasn’t snooping. The man was on a mission for something.
Of course he found my lube.
A cold drizzle against her skin made her flinch. One of his thick fingers circled her ass. And while she held her breath, he attempted to ease her open with a gentle press of his hand.
“I’m shocked that you’re also tight back here,” he said, sardonic.
She whimpered.
The vibrator slid deeper into her pussy.
His finger pushed in with a slow, stretching precision that spoke of this man’s skill.
The pressure was foreign, yes, but she didn’t say no.
I like it… I think… But it would have been one thing if he had been just teasing her back door with his fingers.
Tonight? He worked her open. One finger.
Then a second. They scissored and twisted as she moaned into her pillow, the vibrator working its magic on her pussy as Benson continued to open her ass to him. Her body fought it... then surrendered.
“Oh, my God.” That’s what she muttered into her pillow as her knees begged for mercy against her sheets.
He’s so big, okay? Definitely bigger than anything else to attempt fucking her ass.
The thought spiked both fear and lust within her.
It’s been so long since anything last touched me there…
but it’s Benson… The thought alone was enough to make her shove her ass back on his cock.
She trusted him. She craved this. The stretch.
The ache. The manhandling. She pushed back against his hand while the vibrator continued to hum against her pussy.
He chuckled. “You’re always such a hungry little thing.”
“Hopefully not too little for a big man like you.”
The tip of his cock teased where his fingers had only been a moment before. She gasped.
“Never. Now, tell me you want it.”
His tip was already spreading her open, forcing her to moan as she absentmindedly rubbed the vibrator around her mound.
“Fuck, yes.” Her groan turned into a teeth-clenching moan of acceptance as his cock slowly breached her tightest entrance. “Take my ass, Ben. Make me come from—”
She cried out halfway through that thought. A woman could only talk so much when her boyfriend’s cock pushed into her.
Inch by agonizing inch, he entered her. Her body was a taut wire with a whine of ecstasy trapped in her throat. I can’t speak… A burning stretch bloomed into something deeper. The fullness of his cock in her ass stole her breath.
"Fuck," Benson groaned, his hands gripping her hips and holding her still for his invasion. "I’ve been fantasizing about this since I met you, Eden." He pushed another inch inside. "But your pussy always grabs me first."
A choked sob broke from her lips. He pulled back slightly, then slid deeper. The drag was intense – a friction that tortured and thrilled all at once.
“I fucking love how tight it is."
He reached for the lube. He slid back in, one long, smooth glide. She gasped while her fists clenched the sheets. The burn subsided, replaced by a thick, heavy pleasure that made her quake from within.
Eden’s body opened for him. Welcomed him.
Her pussy was still pulsing around the forgotten vibrator, but this was different.
This was new. He owned her. Benson had her mouth, her cunt, and now this.
Every hole was his. She was utterly and completely his.
The realization hit her like a tidal wave, and a long, broken moan escaped her, a sound of absolute surrender.
“God, it’s so good.” Benson began to slowly rock, and Eden struggled to keep the vibrator near her clit. “Do you want more?”
She attempted to nod, but could barely move her head since it was so buried between her pillows. All Eden could manage was a mangled, “Yes, please.”
“You want me to use your ass to come?”
“Fuck, yes!”
He grabbed her hips and held her to his waist. “My pleasure, angel.”
The gentle rocking was a lie. Benson’s grip on her hips became iron, and he slammed into her with a sharp, brutal thrust that stole the air from her lungs.
He fucked as if it were a punishment to them both.
Harder. Faster. The obscene slap of his thighs against her ass was the only beat she knew.
Her moans were constant now, loud, unrestrained sounds muffled into her pillows.
She was trapped. Pinned. She couldn't move, couldn't escape the relentless, drilling invasion that made her continuously lose grip on the vibrator. I can’t escape it…