29. Callie
Callie
I looked at the shrinking space between our feet and shrugged. I didn’t want to hear what Ben was going to say but I also desperately wanted to know what he was going to say. Shrugging, I tried to appear unbothered and unaffected.
He slid his hand from my cheek into my hair. “I’m not sorry because it means I get to do this.”
I met his gaze and then his sultry eyes disappeared as my eyes fluttered closed.
His lips slid over mine gently, too gently, and a shiver worked through my body.
The gentleness of the kiss threatened to undo me.
I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until he shifted his mouth away from mine just enough to speak.
“Breathe, Cupcake.” He waited until I took a shaky breath in and then kissed me again.
It was a weapon of mass destruction against my weak resistance.
The way he pressed his lips to mine and pulled back just a fraction, took a ragged breath, and then came back for more made me feel like a drug he couldn’t kick.
I could feel the way his hands shook as he held me.
I thought maybe he wasn’t just reminding me to breathe.
It was still just lips pressing against lips, almost innocent, but when I curled myself into his chest and brushed against the hard line of his cock, the energy shifted.
Even through the thick denim of his jeans I could feel the heat coming off him.
Something about knowing just how affected he was by me made my mind shift from thinking I was a drug to Ben to we were a drug to each other.
Feeling his desire in the shape of the iron bar pressing into my stomach was a hit I needed more of with a scary intensity.
Ben didn’t apologize for his dick joining the kiss.
He’d seen the fire in my eyes and read it as it was.
There was nothing to apologize for, not if he gave me more of what I needed.
The next breath his lips were on mine and all the gentleness had gone.
One hand gripped the back of my head and the other went to my hip as he walked me backwards.
He tasted like coffee and sugar when his tongue finally slid past my lips.
My back hit the half wall someone in the past had built for “Humpty Dumpty” and Ben picked me up and put me down so he could stand between my thighs and finish driving me crazy.
He slid both hands down to my ass and held on with a bruising grip while rocking his hips into me.
I sucked his tongue and nipped it with my teeth just to feel his control slip a little more, just to feel him thrust into me harder.
The friction built. He kissed down my throat and pushed my shirt out of the way with his nose so he could follow the line of my shoulder with his lips and tongue. I was glad he was present enough not to use his teeth until he reached the skin hidden by my top.
I held onto his head and tipped my head back as he played my body like an instrument he’d picked up as a boy and never put down. His grip, his bite, his rock-hard erection; they were all so coordinated in their demand that I lose myself to him.
I might’ve stood a chance if I hadn’t caught sight of a prop mirror positioned far enough from us that I could see all of his large body and the way it was bending to possess me.
He was almost six and a half feet of muscle and yet he was curling himself into a new shape to better consume my body.
Seeing the way he contorted himself to get his mouth on me made my brain contort itself around that image until I was twisted in knots around him that I didn’t want to untangle.
When a broken moan stole past my lips his head jerked up and he covered my mouth with his hand.
His eyes were wild with need and they were locked on mine, a silent challenge burning in the air between us.
I didn’t understand it until I felt his hand on my thigh and felt it move between our bodies to rest on the button of my pants.
My breath caught behind his hand and I froze as he unbuttoned my pants and worked the zipper down.
He kept his hand clamped over my mouth, not taking a chance as he leaned closer. His lips brushed my ear and his voice was rough as he whispered to me. “Not a sound, Cupcake.”
The callouses on his hand were a pleasing torture as he slid his hand inside my pants and panties. His growl vibrated against my throat when his fingers met my wetness.
“Fuck, baby. Is all this for me?” His other hand moved to my hair and gripped it in a tight fist, forcing my head back so our eyes met again.
“You’re hiding a wild heaven inside these appropriate work pants, aren’t you?
Walking around with the fucking fountain of youth between your thighs and no one knows but us. ”
I shoved the meaty part of my palm into my mouth and bit down. I knew I needed to stop him but I couldn’t. Not when he was whispering to me in a voice made for sin and slipping his rough middle finger through my lower lips.
“You want to know the thought that has haunted me since that night by the lake? You have the hottest, tightest cunt I’ve ever felt and I didn’t think I’d ever feel it again.
” Ben slid that thick finger inside of me with one confident push and curled it in a way that made my eyes roll.
“It’s a magic pussy, Callie. Strong enough to take a hard fucking and still so tight it feels like a chokehold around my finger.
I could build my fucking life between your legs, worship at your clit and feast on that tight little hole until I die happy. ”
I whimpered into my hand and grabbed a fistful of his hair with the other one.
When he added a second finger and rolled his thumb over my clit I nearly bucked myself right off that shaky prop.
Inhaling desperately through my nose meant I was breathing in the warm, woodsy scent of his hair and letting it imbed itself deep in my veins.
Ben fucked me harder and the sound of my wetness especially didn’t belong behind the stage of a school.
He bit my earlobe and then teased it with his tongue before raising his face so we were eye to eye.
His pupils were blown out and his breath came faster.
“I haven’t jacked off this much since I was a teenager, baby, but the memory of you is always just a breath away.
It’s always at the edge of my mind, waiting to come out and play.
If we were anywhere else, I’d put you on your knees and let you swallow every inch of my cock as an apology for taking over my fucking brain. ”
I panted through my nose and let my eyes slide shut as he pushed me closer to coming.
His thumb stilled over my clit and I saw his eyes burned even hotter when I opened mine to see why he’d stopped. He hooked his fingers inside me but they stopped moving, too. “Keep those pretty eyes on me. I want to know you’re seeing me when you come.”
I hooked my arm around his neck and held on tight. I even uncovered my mouth enough to croak through a hoarse voice at him. “I’m seeing you and only you, Ben.”
His motion turned to a ‘come here’ hook of his fingers, rubbing the spot in me that no man before the lake had managed to find.
His thumb moved again and the hand in my hair tightened, pulling my head back far enough that my body arched into his and he could dip his head and bury his face between my breasts.
“Let me feel you come on my fingers. Squeeze them and coat them in your pussy juices, Callie.”
I slapped my hand back over my mouth just a breath before my body responded to his command and shattered.
The orgasm washed over me as easily as a tsunami.
I jerked and grunted into my palm as pleasure bloomed into something overwhelming and consuming.
His thumb didn’t slow over my clit and I couldn’t stop convulsing against him.
The orgasm stole my breath, made my eyes roll back in my head, and left me trembling in his arms.