40. Ben #2
I put my mouth on her, and whatever threat she'd been building collapsed into a moan that filled the entire empty room, bounced off the net-and-buoy junk and the dark booths and came back at me, and I about lost my mind over it.
She was already soaked, sweet on my tongue, and I licked into her slow and filthy, two fingers sliding in easy and curling up to find that spot that made her hips buck off the table.
I learned what made her thighs clamp around my head and what made her chase my mouth, and I gave her all of it, watching the flush crawl up her stomach to her chest.
"Ben oh my god, I can't. I'm gonna scream, I'm actually gonna fucking scream, is that-am I allowed to-oh god-"
"I know. I can feel it. Give it to me. Scream the place down, baby, that's what the locked door is for.
" I sucked her clit and curled my fingers harder and she came apart with a sound that wasn't quiet in the slightest, the kind of sound she'd been biting back in classrooms and prop rooms for weeks, finally let loose and her whole body turned a deep pink.
Her hand flew down to fist in my hair and her heel dug into my back.
I didn't stop. I kept my mouth on her and worked her right through it and into a second one before she'd come down from the first, until she was shaking and swearing and saying my name like it was the only word she had left.
Only then did I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, getting my jeans open while she watched me, panting, eyes gone black with just the smallest ring of green left around the edges, flushed pink from her cheeks all the way down to her chest.
"Ben," she said, pushing up onto her elbows, eyes dropping to my cock and staying there, licking her lips like I was the last plate of food on earth. "Okay. Okay, that cock should not be that perfect, that's genuinely rude, get it in me right now before I lose my entire mind-"
"I love to watch you lose your mind." I stroked my hard cock and placed the head at the tip of her wetness to tease her, watching her watch it, watching her bite her lip, watching her flail like she was possessed. "You want my cock, Cupcake? Tell me. Say it."
"I want it. I want you inside me, Ben, please-"
"I need more than just that. If I give it to you there's no more hiding from me. No more running away."
"I want to be your whore, Ben. I want you to fuck me whenever and however you want."
"Good girl," I said, grabbing her thighs and driving my cock hard and fast into her, and we both swore at the ceiling, and I had to stop halfway and breathe because she was so tight and hot around me.
I looked down and watched my cock drive in and out of her pussy, watched her stretch around me, watched her body take all of me, and it just about finished me on the spot.
"Christ. Look at that. Look at you taking all of me, Cupcake. Like you were made for it."
"Ben." Her back arched off the table, her tits doing something I was going to think about for the rest of my life, and she reached up and grabbed my ass, driving my cock into her harder and faster.
Our eyes locked and it felt like we were in a rabid trance and I wanted to fuck her forever.
Her breasts bounced with every thrust and her hand reached for something to hold and found the far edge of the table and gripped white. The sounds the two of us made filled the whole empty restaurant and I didn't care if the whole town heard us.
"Say it again," I told her, my hips never slowing their thrust. "Say my name. I want to hear it bounce off every wall in this place."
"Ben-Ben, oh god, right there…"
"That's it. That's my girl." And then the feeling I'd been holding behind my teeth came loose before I could stop it. "This isn't a game to me. Whatever you're scared of, whatever you think this is…. I want you to know that you’re the woman for me."
I came buried deep, my face in her neck and her name in my mouth, the both of us shaking on a table I was absolutely going to have to replace. For a long minute neither of us moved. Then she started laughing uncontrollably.
"What," I said.
"I just thought about Fiona finding a single one of my hairs on this table tomorrow and deducing the entire crime scene like she's on Dateline." She wheezed. "She's going to know, Ben. She's going to take one look at you and know."
"I don't care who knows." I pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder, grinning despite myself.
I gathered her up off the wood and held her there in the dark, her heart still going hard against my chest, both of us a mess, and that was the moment it hit me, with my arms full of the best thing that had ever wandered into my restaurant.
I wasn't going to be able to let her go.
Not to Cole or Luke or anybody. The thought of one of the three of us "winning" her and the other two stepping back, the thought of any version of this where I didn't get to keep her—it made me feel like I'd swallowed glass.
I wanted her at my table every Wednesday for the rest of my life.
I wanted the gas station candy and the spirals and the supply-closet crying and all of it.
Which meant the lie I'd told her over the hush puppies had to stop being a lie, and fast. Because I couldn't be the only one of us holding her like this and meaning it.
The three of us had to sit down and actually figure out what the hell we were doing before it blew up in her face—before she became the casualty of three grown men too scared to talk to each other.
I held her tighter and pressed my mouth to her hair and made myself a promise that I'd fix it. I'd talk to the guys. Soon. Before any of this caught up with the only woman alive who'd bring me a scratch-off as a love offering and mean it with her whole heart.