Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Cat
B ennett Carter is officially the most horrible man I’ve ever met in my life. He is cruel, annoying, and downright insufferable. He’s also incredibly attractive, and he fucking knows it. That’s why he took off his shirt and stepped into me. He thought his masculine aura and sinful tattoos would send me into a tizzy.
And it worked.
I drop face-first onto my bed and scream into the luxurious comforter, but no amount of expensive fabric can muffle the anguish I feel at letting him get the upper hand. He got to me, and he knows he got to me.
I roll onto my back. “Recognizing that Bennett is attractive is not the same thing as finding him attractive,” I tell myself.
Yes, I noticed his mountains of muscles, but that doesn’t mean I want to climb Mount Bennett and plant my flag. But I also can’t pretend that the experience left me entirely unaffected, either. The moment of unwanted closeness created a twinge between my legs, and now it’s grown into an ache.
I glance at my phone. With only a couple of hours between now and dinner, I don’t have much time to get ready, but I really need to take care of this misplaced arousal. Because that’s what it is. It has nothing to do with Bennett and everything to do with that tall, blond, perfect man named Maverick.
My gaze drops to the small nightstand. I tucked my sex toys away in that drawer for easy access. The entire collection has grown too large to carry along, so I chose only my favorites for the trip. I reach into the drawer and fish out my old standby—the Hitachi Magic Wand. This device should be in every woman’s repertoire.
After plugging it in so that it’s ready when I need it, I lie back on the bed and slide my hand up my shirt. I close my eyes and imagine it’s Maverick’s hand stroking my breasts and tweaking my nipples.
I picture his mouth dipping over my stomach, licking and nipping his way lower. My fingers walk the same path, providing the physical touch to match fantasy Maverick’s mouth. God, he’s good.
As I imagine his mouth moving over my pussy, I grab the toy, turn it on, and press it between my legs. I come almost immediately, but I’m careful to swallow all sound. I don’t want Bennett to hear me next door.
With my eyes still closed and my fantasy still rolling through my mind like a movie, I come down from my orgasm and look between my legs to thank Maverick for pleasing me. But when he lifts his head, it isn’t Maverick.
It’s fucking Bennett!
My eyes snap open in reality, and I throw the Magic Wand away from me with a scream. The toy threatens to drill its way to China, so I reach down and cut it off before it damages the floorboards.
A light sweat slicks my brow. I lick my lips and take a deep breath as I try to push images of Bennett’s head between my legs out of my mind. That wasn’t a fantasy. That was a fucking nightmare.
Someone knocks on my door, and I scramble off the bed. Panic slowly builds because I’m undressed from the waist down and my sex toy is still lying out in the open. I shove it into a drawer as the visitor knocks again.
“Everything okay in there? I thought I heard a scream.” It’s a deep female voice I don’t recognize, but at least it isn’t Bennett. There were some new names on the list for this retreat, so maybe it’s a new friend.
I throw on a pair of panties and go to the door. “Sorry about that. I?—”
“Gotcha,” Bennett says in his best falsetto. He grins at me and pushes into my room before I know what’s happening. “Did you see your reflection in the mirror or something?”
“No. As a matter of fact, I dozed off and had a nightmare about your stupid face. That’s why I screamed. Now, if you’ll kindly fuck off, I need to get ready for dinner.”
Bennett glances at his watch. “You’ll need more than an hour to make yourself presentable. You might as well give up.”
“Please leave.”
He looks past my shoulder, and his face lights up. “What’s all this about?”
My stomach climbs out of my throat as he heads straight for the nightstand. I shoved the toy into the drawer, but I forgot to unplug it first. The cord still dangles from the drawer to the wall. By that gleam in his eyes, I know he knows exactly what waits inside.
I can’t stop him. I’m forced to stand here and watch in slow motion as his fingers wrap around the golden knob. The panic and disbelief freeze me so fully that I can’t even utter a cohesive argument when the drawer begins to slide open.
“Jesus fucking Christ, I didn’t know masturbation could be considered a hobby,” he says. “Do you claim this shit on your taxes? There must be at least a grand worth of toys in here. At least tell me your collection is insured.”
He plucks a rope of anal beads from the drawer and holds them up to the light. I want to die.
“You must have a tight little asshole if that’s the biggest you can fit in there,” he says with a laugh. “All that ass and can’t do a damn thing with it. What a shame.”
My senses return, and I snatch the beads from his hand and shove them into the drawer. “My room isn’t part of the tour, and the size of my asshole isn’t any of your concern. Please keep your STD magnets away from things I put in my body.”
I push the drawer closed and point to the door, but he just laughs and shakes his stupid head.
“Get out of my room,” I say, hoping a verbal rendition of the order will get him moving.
He leans closer. “Make me.”
I place my hands on his chest and push, but he’s like a brick wall. Completely immovable. I push harder, but that just makes him laugh.
“Harder, kitten. You’re turning me on.”
An idea strikes me. If I want to win this game, maybe I need to play by his rules.
“Actually, you can stay right there,” I say. “Make yourself comfortable if you like, but I have a dinner to get ready for.”
I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it off, leaving me in nothing more than a bra and a lacy set of underwear. I’m turning up the pressure, just like he did to me in the natatorium.
He seems completely unfazed, however. He takes my suggestion and sits on the edge of my bed as if I’m not nearly naked here.
That’s fine. I can keep going.
I reach behind me and unfasten my bra, then toss it to the floor to join my shirt, but this doesn’t seem to affect him either. If stripping until the 0ther person gets uncomfortable were a sport, I’d be losing. I need to take this up a notch and make him so miserable that he has no choice but to admit defeat and leave.
“Scoot over. That’s my side of the bed.” I motion for him to move, and he does. Shit.
He’s already seen the sex-toy collection, so I rip open the drawer and pull out the Magic Wand again. It’s still plugged in and ready to go. I place it between my legs, rubbing the silent head right on top of my panties.
This does nothing for me, and I’m not even remotely turned on, but I let out a soft moan and pretend it feels amazing. I even throw in a subtle roll of my hips.
To my horror, Bennett rubs the swelling crotch of his pants and releases a low growl deep in his chest. Surely he doesn’t plan to compete?
I spread my legs and turn the device to its lower setting. “Mmm, Maverick, that feels so good.”
Bennett follows suit, lowering his pants and stroking a mass that leaves me blushing. I’ve seen it soft, and it was impressive, but holy shit. Do big dicks just run in the family? Kindra regaled me with tales of Ezra’s cock, and I always thought she was exaggerating. I’m sorry for ever doubting her.
My gaze snags on the vertical bolt of silver piercing his cock, just below the head. I shouldn’t stare, but then I see his balls. Two more piercings run horizontally through his sack. I’ve never seen anything like it in real life. Only in porn.
But it isn’t Bennett’s cock I should be thinking about, so I force myself to look away. I count to ten so that he doesn’t think I’m feeling some kind of way about him, and then I let out a louder moan.
The bed begins to shake as Bennett speeds up his strokes. He makes sounds to match mine, but they’re much more masculine. Groans, growls, and grunts rush from his parted lips instead of moans and whimpers.
If he’s trying to match everything I do, I’ll just have to up the volume. Nothing is more ridiculous than a man screeching like a woman, so he’ll be forced to reach my heights or admit defeat, and I get a laugh either way.
“Oh, god!” I yell. “I’m going to come! I’m so fucking close! Don’t stop, baby!”
“Yeah, you little slut!” Bennett yells, matching my volume. “I’m gonna come too! I’m gonna fill that little pussy!”
I’m nowhere close to coming, but the vibrator must be working some magic because Bennett’s words give my pussy a little love tap. I’ve never tried degradation—I’m ashamed to admit I haven’t tried much at all—but this man might have unlocked a new kink.
To be explored fully with Maverick, of course.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I scream.
I dare to look over at Bennett, and I can tell he’s faking his enthusiasm just as much as I am. Hell, he’s going over the top at this point. His hand moves so fast that I’m beginning to suspect he’s part Sonic the fucking Hedgehog, and if he keeps this up much longer, he’s going to get a nasty friction burn or start a small fire.
I can’t have that. I have to win.
Getting onto my hands and knees, I click the switch and put the vibrator on its highest setting. I buck my hips and fake the best orgasm of my life, complete with cries of ecstasy and bed-shaking theatrics.
And that’s when the door to my bedroom flies open.