Chapter 17 #2
“I didn’t know where you were,” I explain, kind of annoyed because he sounds impatient. “You’re the one who disappeared on me.”
“Are you mad?”
“I just spent fifteen minutes looking for you!”
“Why? You gotta problem with what I just did?”
“No. It might have been a bit of an overreaction to the situation, but he needed to be put in his place. It’s fine.”
“It wasn’t an overreaction.” Ben is tense. Bristly. Staring down at me.
I stare back.
Then he says hoarsely, “No one gets to talk to you like that. Not while I’m alive.”
Fuck.
There’s absolutely no choice now. I grab his shoulders and push him backward against the closed door. Then I reach for his head and pull it down so I can kiss him.
He groans against my lips, sliding his hands down to my butt and using them to lift my body higher. I wrap my legs around his middle and squeeze. Our mouths are better aligned this way. His tongue is greedy and insistent, and an ache has tightened in my pussy so fast and intense it makes me moan.
Ben grows aroused just as quickly. Soon he’s hard in his trousers. I rub myself against the tight bulge. The embrace is so eager and clumsy we might as well have been adolescents, but I couldn’t care less. I need him. Need him.
Right the hell now.
Ben must feel the same. After a minute, he eases me back to the floor and starts working on unfastening his trousers. “Get your pants off,” he mutters, running his eyes up and down my body. “Hurry.”
I’m so excited I’m beaming as I strip off my shoes, jeans, and underwear. He doesn’t even let me get my shirt off before he’s lifting me again and turning us around so he can hold me against the door.
It takes a little maneuvering, but soon he has pushed his hard cock into my pussy. I’m surprisingly wet for having so little foreplay. I have no idea what’s happening to my body.
Maybe the entire day has been foreplay.
“Fuck, baby,” Ben says, pumping his hips, pushing his cock deeper and rocking me back against the door at the same time. “Fuck. Why did you wait so long?”
“I don’t know.” I’ve got my arms wrapped around him, and I’m clutching handfuls of the back of his shirt. “I thought…” I gasp as he thrusts again and pleasure spirals out from my pussy. “I thought… it might… be… complicated.”
“Nothin’ complicated about this.” He’s fucking me against the door, fast and primitive and completely in control of my body. He grunts with every push. “You gotta let yourself take what you need.”
I let out the silliest sound of pleasure and relief as an orgasm builds inside me. “I need… I need this.”
“I know you do. You needed it last night and all day today. You gotta let me give it to you.”
“Give…” I moan helplessly as he intensifies his motion, fucking me harder. Every thrust knocks me roughly against the door, but it only increases my pleasure. My head might fly right off my body from how good it feels. “Give it to me, Ben. Give it to me.”
“I will. I am. I’m gonna give you… everythin’ you need.” His muttered words punctuate his thrusts. He’s let his base, carnal side take over, and I love it. “Me. Just me.”
“Yes, you. Give it to me. Now!”
I come on the word, crying out and then desperately stuffing my fist in my mouth to stifle the sound.
“There you go.” He’s hoarse and breathless and right in my face. “That’s what you been needin’. You want more?”
“Yes. Yes, please. Give me—” I can’t speak when he starts fucking me even faster and harder. I make a choppy sound as the hard friction builds me up to another release.
“Now then. That’s real good. You’re doin’ real good now. Takin’ what you need from me.”
I try to respond, but I can’t. I gasp and gurgle as my body is washed by intense, lingering pleasure. My pussy and every other part of me throbs from it, and my inner walls have tightened brutally around Ben’s cock.
It’s finally too much for him. He grunts louder and louder as he loses control, but he pulls out at the last minute, squeezing his cock as he comes trapped between our bodies.
It makes a mess all over my shirt, but I don’t care. We rock together until we’ve relaxed and come down. Then he lowers me so my feet hit the ground.
He turns around, sliding down the door until he’s seated and drawing me down into his lap.
He holds me, and I hold him until I can finally take a full breath.
“Did you get enough?” he asks when he’s regained the power of speech.
I laugh and bury my face against his shoulder. “I’m good.”
“Are you?” He feels between my legs, sliding a finger inside me.
My pussy instinctively squeezes.
“I don’t think you’ve got enough yet.”
He fucks me with his fingers and rubs my clit with his thumb until I have one more orgasm, smothering the sound of my release in his shirt.
My clit is throbbing so intensely it’s almost painful, and my muscles have finally fully relaxed. “That’s enough,” I gasp. “Thank you. That’s enough.”
“Okay.” He brushes kisses into my hair. “Do you feel better now?”
“Yeah. I feel really good,” I admit.
“This is what you’ve been needin’, and you were feelin’ like shit cause you wouldn’t let me give it to you. We can keep it secret if you want—I don’t care either way—but don’t push me away like that again.”
I sigh. He’s right. I know he’s right. It’s a lot more complicated than a physical release, but that doesn’t mean he’s not right.
“You hear me, baby?”
“Yes. I hear you.” I straighten up and see that he’s searching my face. Smiling, I tell him the truth. “I still think we need to be careful for a lot of reasons, but I won’t push you away again.”