Chapter Eight
Summer
After pushing Ben’s pants to the floor, I drop to my knees, wanting to taste him and give him the same pleasure he always gives me.
I cup his hard shaft in one hand and slide my tongue out, licking over the head, tasting his salty essence.
My own arousal grows, desire sweeping over me at the groan coming from deep inside him.
His hips jerk forward, his cock edging deeper into my mouth. My eyes tear at the unexpected thrust, but I breathe through my nose and relax my muscles, only to have his entire body shudder as he hits the back of my throat.
“Fucking heaven,” he growls, reaching down and wrapping my braid around his hand.
He tugs, my hair pulling away from my scalp, the feeling more erotic than painful, tingles shooting down my spine, moisture coating my panties. Maintaining my focus is difficult, but I intend to make him fall apart just like he so easily does to me.
I ease my mouth off, then pump my hand up and down his shaft, teasing the head with my tongue before returning to sucking him in earnest. He begins a steady pumping of his hips, his release obviously close.
I brace my hands on his thighs as the head of his cock hits the back of my throat with each pass, until I finally swallow around him, causing him to fall over with a shout, his hot come spurting down my throat.
I swallow everything he gives, and only when he is done do I allow my knees to give way beneath me.
Ben doesn’t take long to catch his breath. He immediately picks me up and flings me over his shoulder, hauling me into the bedroom.
“Ben!” I shriek at his possessive move but am laughing, too, until his hand comes down on my ass in a light swat. “Hey! What are you doing?”
“I intend to repay the favor. We didn’t stay long enough to eat dessert,” he says as he topples me onto the bed. He strips off my dress, exposing my bra and panties, his blue eyes darkening with heat as he devours me with his gaze.
He slips a hand behind me and unhooks my bra with a deft move, then pulls the garment down my arms and off, tossing it to the floor before turning his attention to my panties.
“These have to go.” He hooks his fingers into the sides and slides them off my legs, leaving me naked and bared to his hot stare.
To my shock, he is hard again and ready to go. As I stare at his thick, long cock, my sex swells with need.
“You have amazing stamina and recovery time,” I whisper.
“It’s you. I can’t get enough.” And to prove his point, he parts my slick folds, dips his head, and begins to eat the dessert he denied himself earlier.
Any witty reply I might have had dies as his mouth begins a slick, teasing tormenting of my flesh.
He licks at the seam of my thigh and my sex, giving me a taste of what is to come.
He lingers there before moving to the other side, and finally glides that talented tongue over my outer folds, pulling each one into his mouth, suckling hard before soothing with lighter laps of his tongue.
He plays me well, bursts of desire alighting inside me, only to die out before I can climb higher. My clit throbs with need, but he deftly avoids touching me where I need him most, denying me the orgasm my body craves.
I shift my hips in a futile effort to control the pace, to urge him to touch my clit with his demanding tongue, but he remains determined to bring me to the brink and not allow me to fall over.
My hips jerk up, and I begin to beg for relief. “Ben, please.”
“Please what?”
“Make me come.” I’m not embarrassed to ask for what I need, not when my body is on fire.
“How?” He flicks at my clit for the first time, not long or hard enough to give any real ease, but it allows a hint of pleasure to surface once more. He nuzzles the tiny bud for longer this time before lifting his head. “What did you need, princess? I want to hear you say it.”
“Suck me. Suck my clit. Make me come hard with your mouth, Please, Ben. No more teasing. I’m so on the—” Before I can finish my plea, he pulls my clit between his teeth and grazes me lightly before releasing me and continuing to lick over me with his tongue.
The unrelenting pressure is what I need, and the glorious waves of my climax begin to rush over me in never-ending waves. I come against his mouth, Ben taking me to the peak, letting me linger, and bringing me slowly down, playing my body perfectly.
I lay in a sated heap as Ben lifts himself up, his face coming over mine, kissing me so I taste myself on his lips. “Ever had sex in the shower?” he asks, his throbbing erection pressing hard and insistent against my thigh.
I wouldn’t have thought I was capable of being tempted again so soon, but this is Ben I am talking about.
“Can’t say that I have.”
He chuckles and sits up. Next thing I know, I am over his shoulder again and headed to my bathroom, where he settles me onto my feet.
“Be right back.” He walks out and returns with a condom in hand, then turns the taps on, letting the water heat.
I take in the sleek lines of his back, the strong muscles and tapered waist and firm ass cheeks, biting the inside of my cheek as I admire the view.
I know better. I really do, but I smack his butt anyway.
He glances over his shoulder, a heated warning in his eyes. “Looking for trouble?” he asks in a gruff voice.
I laugh. “I think I already found it.”
He grins and pulls back the curtain, picks me up, and places me inside the tub, my feet gripping on the rubber mat as the warm water sluices over my skin. He joins me, drawing the curtain and enclosing us inside.
He soaps his hands with my body wash and begins to clean my skin, from my feet, up my calves, my knees, his big hands covering my thighs with foam. As he reaches higher, he pauses to tease my sex, gliding over my slick flesh, arousing me all over again.
Those hands continue up my stomach and over my breasts, pausing to play with my nipples, tweaking and pulling on the distended tips, every pinch sending shuddering flickers of desire throughout my body.
After he is finished, he washes my hair, massaging my scalp with shampoo and rinsing with conditioner at my request or I’ll never get the tangles out.
He moves me beneath the spray to clean off the soap before pushing back the curtain long enough to step away from the water and cover himself with the condom.
He turns me so my back is to the wall. “Hold on,” he instructs, and I wind my hands around his neck as he lifts me, positioning me over his thick erection.
The head of his cock nudges at my entrance, and I moan at the same time he joins our bodies, his cock parting me and sliding deep inside. The cool shower wall at my back contrasts with the heat we generate together as he thrusts all the way home.
I close my eyes, and as he lets me adjust to his size, something I need to do each time, my inner walls contract around him, causing a trembling groan to escape from my throat.
“So hot,” he says, gliding out and pumping back into me. “So wet.” Another withdrawal and thrust of his hips. “So mine.”
The words come out husky, and at the same moment, he begins a hard, steady thrusting into me, taking us both over the edge almost immediately, my orgasm a living thing that devours my body and takes over my soul, all the while his words echoing inside my mind.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
His declaration wraps around me as I come, and though I understand it is something he said in the heat of the moment, I know I’ll treasure it always. Even after he is gone.
* * *
Summer
As we reach Atlantic City, I bounce beside Ben, my excitement palpable.
For all the places I performed as a child, new ones still bring a sense of giddy anticipation.
On the approach, the hotels loom in the distance, glittering signs welcoming us.
The driver pulls up to the Borgata Hotel Casino and Spa, a tall building with black letters on top greeting us.
Not even the prospect of seeing Tawny can dim my enthusiasm.
The lobby offers a sleek, clean, polished décor, with mirrored sculptures hanging from the ceiling and the sound of the nearby slot machines and ringing bells filling my ears.
We are checked in by a nice woman behind the front desk who is ultra-accommodating and informs me I’ve been assigned a fifteen-hundred-square-foot suite. I’m not used to the luxury and am still dumbstruck I’m not in a regular room when I hear someone calling my name.
“Summer!”
Ben and I turn at the same time.
Michael strides up to me. “You’re here!” He steps in close, and Ben stiffens beside me.
“Hi, Michael.”
“Hi. Anna asked me to look out for you because she couldn’t be here.”
Anna touched base earlier, and I really didn’t see the need for my agent to drop everything and travel to Atlantic City for one performance.
“Are we all set for tonight?” I ask Tawny’s agent.
He straightens his suit jacket and nods. “After you check in, you can look at our room. At four, you’ll need to be at the event center and go through a rehearsal. Tawny’s due for a five o’clock run.”
“Great!”
“Are you ready for tomorrow night?” He casts a worried glance my way. “Or are you still upset from the incident at Echo? Because everyone would understand if you’re scared and wanted to drop out. Your safety is what matters most.”
“What? No!” I say, horrified at the thought. “I never even considered dropping out.”
Ben’s strong hand comes down on my shoulder. “She has no reason to be frightened. She has me to watch out for her,” he says, giving me a reassuring squeeze. “All she has to focus on is performing.”
Michael pauses, as if evaluating my sincerity. Finally, he nods. “Okay, good. Then you’re all set. I’ll let you finish getting checked in. If you need anything, do you have my number?”
I nod. Anna gave it to me just in case.
“Great. Then you know how to reach me.” He pats his suit jacket, where the outline of his phone shows through.
“That was odd. I can’t believe he thought I’d just give up,” I say, glancing at Ben.
He frowns. “I don’t like that guy,” Ben mutters.